At last. The children have stopped drinking my milk and moved out to their own holes in the next creek. They spend hours there just swimming looking for their own food. They don’t even play at splashing any more. They are growing up and know that being an adult platypus means working hard all day. We don’t have anything to do with each other now.
Summer is ending and I have only a few weeks left before the weather gets cold. I must eat lots and lots before winter comes because that’s when most of the food I eat disappears. Luckily, at this time of the summer, there is heaps of food around in the creek. I am eating as much as I can: caddisfly larvae, dragonfly larvae, stonefly larvae. I even ate some moths from the water surface yesterday. I just swam up underneath them and – gulp!
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I am worried about the humans coming along the creek. The men in hard hats and equipment were back yesterday. They made lots of noise so I heard them coming and kept well out of the way so that they didn’t see me. But I got a terrible fright. They started banging posts into the creek bank and the pointy sharp end of one of the posts went right down into the nesting hole of the burrow. Thank goodness the children have grown up and moved away.
When the men had gone, I crept out and had look at what they had been doing. On the tops of the posts they had put big signs with lots of human writing on. I don’t know what the words mean, but ‘site for new supermarket’ doesn’t sound like something that goes together with a healthy platypus creek. |
