You know how one sees ones self, lying back in a chair, outdoors in the sun, a hot drink at hand.
|The dam out front usually has a great deal of water fowl on it however|
everything has disappeared due to the winds. A big hawk flew over this
morning though looking for a bit to eat.
|Kazzy celebrates her 11 th birthday TODAY. My house sitting directions|
I must sing Happy Birthday to her OUT LOUD. Did I? Will I do this?
I am not saying.
Well the first three days here it rained a lot and the wind blew everything everywhere. The dog continually tracked in tiny foot prints on their hardwood floors from the muddy back yard, then she spent copious amounts of time finding weak points in the fence to disappear over the ridge to the neighbours. So I have spent a great deal of time finding her escape holes. I certainly don't want to lose the dog.
I did get the camera out but the wind was terrible and the lighting worse. I'd line up a pose with something I liked, such as a bird and then the automatic would struggle and by the time the picture snapped the bird was long gone, or the flower had died.
Night time was even more interesting. There are engine sounds but noone on the road? How fast does sound travel in the country? There are starlings under the iron roof and that starts to sound like a Lodge meeting. There are people out at night hunting roos which seems to be popular and just as I'd settle with my book a gun would fire not all that far away. I found it was easier to drink my glass of milk, put on the heating blanket and turn out lights for an earlier than usual night and try again the next day.