This morning, as I was pegging washing on the clothes line in our backyard, my attention was drawn away from sheets and towels towards the top of the silky oak (Grevillea robusta) growing nearby.
Golden blossoms glowed in brilliant sunshine. Oozing nectar, the flowers have attracted friar birds and blue-faced honey-eaters to feast and squabble over the choicest blooms. In addition, there are bees and beetles in their thousands -- and then, as dusk falls softly over the land, flying foxes arrive to feast too.
Throughout the month of October, this magnificent silky oak is a magnet to blossom nomads -- and delight to us, the observers.