Frazzy Dazzles

If you know our family at all then you know that Steve Irwin played a huuuuuge part in The Golden Child’s growing up. If you don’t know our family then this story should tell you how much.

On Khaki Day we were woken by the children fussing around in the kitchen at about 6.30am. When I stumbled out, bleary eyed (it was Sunday!) into the kitchen I was met with a fully khaki dressed boy and a smaller version in the form of his sister buttoning up her own dress up. They’d obviously gotten their heads together and and decided on their days plans.

A trip to the property to see lizards insects. They were ready to go. It wasn’t 7am yet!

It was a hot hot day in the making so we headed off in the morning rather than wait for the heat of the day.

Scott took off on foot up through a gully that runs off to the right of this picture to water some trees that he’s planted while the kids and I went exploring. Being Steve Irwin Day I let the kids do the leading and they showed me the treasures they’ve found on the property.

First cab off the rank was a trip to this fallen tree. If you were standing in front of this fallen beauty you would know why it was of interest to the kids. This tree is buzzin’. Literally. Our own little (I hope little!) swarm of bees are in residence here. Very interesting to watch. Such busy little insects!

Then off to the creek. It’s not really flowing at the moment. There hasn’t been much rain. That doesn’t mean that there’s nothing happening there. The Golden Child told me about a little monitor lizard he’d found there with his father a few weeks earlier. He went straight to the little pool he’d seen it in and just like in the movies there was the little lizard warming his back on a rock! Steve Irwin would have been proud! The Golden Child certainly was. He was so proud to be able to show me this little herpetological treasure.

So we passed out time quietly sitting on the rocks and under the trees. Listening to the bees buzz and the creek trickle. We watched the grass ripple like waves on the ocean and watched the birds fly over head. Sitting there with the little Fairy Wrens and listening to the children’s conversation was so lovely.

I think Steve Irwin would have smiled on our little Wildlife Warriors. Doing their bit to make sure his part in our lives will never be forgotten.