Treesit Diary

Bulga Forest. Bulga tree-sit Diary  day 48
Their extra long orangey red legs, giving them the spider tag, are amazingly nimble. They can move incredibly fast, even while carrying treasures many times larger than themselves.

Bulga Forest. Bulga tree-sit Diary  day 47

Tarp held up well though a very rainy afternoon and evening, I am so glad this platform stayed dry. 

Forest birds don’t seem as enthusiastic today with their good morning to the world chorus. Still a bit damp and chilly for singing maybe. Perhaps once the sun breaks out of the mist clouds they might feel more hearty.

Bulga Forest Sit Diary. 46 A constant showcase of it’s repertoire. Such an energetic soul…

Bulga Forest Sit Diary. day 44

Yesterday afternoon a fellow very tall tree fell down this steep slope. The crashing lasted a full 6 seconds. Doesn’t sound long in words, but in time it’s quite a while.

Bulga Forest Sit Diary. 43
Field notes from above the forest floor.

Bulga Forest Sit Diary. day 42
A Speckled white throated tree creeper lands halfway up the trunk & begins the long journey upwards.

Sit Diary Day 41 . Moonrise saw a big yellow smile come over the ridge.

Dawn is  a  shimmering sheet of gold with a stamped eucalyptus banner across the horizon. The cool morning hears the drops of dew splat on the tarp as coastal high cloud & western blue sky  magically appears above.

The clouds have parted again this morning, revealing a cartoonishly blue sky in their wake. The forest soundscape erupts and softens rhythmically through the hills that stretch across the horizon, each a different colour to the one before.

Day 38!! I woke up late last night, bleary eyed and slightly damp, to crawl out of bed and haphazardly tie down the tarp, drifting off again to light tapping of rain above me. When I next awoke, a soft mist was crawling over the sides of the valley and weaving through the trees below, obscuring the usual view of rolling forest hills against the now paper white sky

I love the way the forest comes alive at dusk.