One of the little things I enjoyed while in Healesville this trip, were the Plover birds we had camped almost right outside our door in the grass at the pub.
One of the two standing in the grass started up a furious squawking when we arrived and rushed at us a bit, a sure sign that they had a nest very close by.
Plovers only breed on the ground, though they do fly fine. They also tend to nest in inappropriate spots, and this one was no exception. Any closer, and cars from the pub would have been backing right over the nest.
What the parent birds lacked in common sense though they made up for in total devotion to their chick - one would stand guard and try to lure any invaders away from the nest at all times, including keeping up the warning squawks and threats all night long, if necessary. One always kept watch and never seemed to sleep at all.
We did see the chick at one stage, as it squatted in the dirt behind its parents while they put on their usual 'attack' show. Camouflage with the dirt was about all the tiny cute ball of fluff had going for it.
On our way back towards Melbourne from Healesville, as we were passing through the town of Diamond Creek, still up in the hills, we were amazed by the sight of this home-built dutch house in the distance, and just had to drive into the street to take a photo!
It was so unusual to us, this dutch house in an ordinary suburb surrounded by just normal brick veneer houses in a little court (called Windmill Court or street).
The house was hand made of wood and stone, with ornamental clogs hanging from the upper balcony. It was actually up for sale by the owners. If it was mine, I'd never part with it as long as I lived. Gorgeous!
This is one of my favourite scenes, to be found right in the main street of Healesville, next to shops, this quaint little church.
I especially like the little bell tower.
As we walked past, a wedding had just finished.