1600. Stream lines

Recently – like a month or so ago – I got a message of congratulations from WordPress on this blog’s 6th anniversary. It’s actually been going a couple of years longer because I suffered a bout of scruples, deleted the first few years, and started again. Be all that as it may, this is Story 1600. At first I intended to write 100 stories, then 365 (one a day), then 555 stories (the number of keyboard sonatas written by Dominico Scarlatti), then 1001 (in honour of the Arabian Nights), and then 1500, and now 1600… and what the heck…

Sticking to a time-dishonoured tradition on this blog, a significant story number calls for a celebration of some sort. So this is a walk with my camera (I don’t have a mobile phone as I’m so “tomorrow”) starting from the back of the property where I live. There a spring trickles out the side of a hill. I’ll follow the trickle of water for as far as possible before hitting neighbouring property and we’ll see what happens… (Note that photos of the crayfish and the pukeko are not my own, and nor are the last three photos).

The spring seeps out the bottom of the hill and creates quite a swamp.

It’s a complete soggy bog, almost impossible to walk over, although the dog (who seems to have joined me uninvited) has no trouble traversing the mud.

Little rivulets quickly appear and within maybe forty yards (36 metres or so) a small stream has formed.

Soon after, a little pool is shaped, gathers strength, and would crash down in white water torrents if things were multiplied by a 100!

Now the cat has joined me – uninvited. Oh well – what is a celebration without friends?

Almost immediately, the newly formed stream flows through a stream-cut channel and a natural fernery.

It enters a glade of willows – mainly fallen – where the water divides into stagnant pools. The thicket and swamp make it almost impenetrable.

Very soon the water re-emerges and flows down a gentle valley. By now it could be called a “stream” and over time it has carved out its path, exposing rocks and boulders.

Beneath the boulders many freshwater crayfish hide. They are a protected species – so no hors d’oeuvres tonight!

A skylark sings high in the sky. I can’t see it for the glare, but I’m joined by six fantails. These tiny birds dart and flutter around my head, twittering madly. They drive the dog crazy, but the cat remains nonchalant – knowing from experience that such zig-zagging creatures are uncatchable. Of course, it could be claimed that I’m a fantail whisperer and they twitter around my head because they love me. But my walk disturbs gnats in the grass, and this presents a feast for the fantails. Their fluttery flight is impossible to capture with my camera, but one bird sat long enough on a fence wire to allow a photograph!

There are literally thousands – if not millions – of Little Blue Butterflies and Common Copper Butterflies feeding on the winter-flowering daisies and dandelions. My steps create clouds of tiny butterfly wings!

A lone pukeko doesn’t mind being disturbed.

Soon the stream becomes wider and still. It’s as if it’s collecting itself, waiting to tumble to the next stage.

And here it’s on its way!

Immediately it forms a deep pool that has an eel lurking in it.

Someone thinks it’s his private swimming pool.

Thank goodness there’s a surf life-saver watching.

From here, the stream goes into shady undergrowth. It passes into a culvert, under a road, and out onto a neighbouring farmer’s farm.

I guess the walk has taken about 25 minutes. The stream cannot be followed anymore. But I know it later joins the Patea River.

It passes through Stratford, my local town. The volcano behind is Mt Taranaki.

From there, at a town called Patea, it flows out to sea!

Phew! What an exhausting walk!

39 thoughts on “1600. Stream lines

  1. Yvonne

    Oh, BA, this is a beautiful post. Thank you, and congratulations on that 1600 mark.

    You companions are so pretty/handsome, as the case might be. Calico cats are noted for choosing their slave. Was that true of yours?

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      It certainly was. She was one of 7 cats and 9 dogs on the neighbours property. As a kitten – just her and her sister (black and white) called Rabbit by the owners – she would spend all day and night at our place. When we moved the owner said “Why not take it with you? That was 14 years ago and she’s moved with us 7 times!

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Yes, it is lovely but after a while you take it for granted! In fact, I basically follow that track every day with the dog (and cat)! And when it’s raining it’s muddy and miserable (like today!)

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  2. umashankar

    This story of a humble raconteur who lives without a phone but with his loyal friends who are a dog and a cat next to a stream melts my heart. You have taken us on one thousand five hundred ninety nine walks through your exquisite pieces, the 1600th outing turns out to be a special one. Congratulations, my friend.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks, Uma. The only reason I don’t have a phone is because there’s no coverage where I live!! I live at the bottom of a windy (as in twisting) hill which blocks out all towers and satellites!

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  3. observationblogger

    Hey Bruce, I would like to join the chorus of your other followers appreciation and congratulate you on reaching the milestone – story 1600. I hope you never grow tired of writing these fabulous tales which brings so much joy to us. Also, I found it invigorating taking that walk with you as you meandered that lovely stream with your companions. What a fitting tribute to this being your 1600th! Cheers mate.

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