Charlotte got stuck inside the fly screen when she was trying to escape last night. She was keen to go on the prowl but the vet said no food for 8 hours before her appointment and she is a pretty good hunter, not to mention a harlot. Looks innocent, but dont be deceived.
Campfire at work last week as we had had a very hard few days, followed up by a night where there was virtually no one in house. We had a BBQ in the Barn and then sat around the campfire and chatted. We had smores made with marshmallow and rolo chocolate.
Michael playing darts with Leanne in the Barn.
Fishbowl setting on my camera.
Waiting at the front gate for Grace to turn up. It was a Thursday afternoon two weeks ago and she rang at 1:00pm to say she'd be knocking off early at 2:00pm and could we have a drink. We had a thoroughly fab afternoon sitting on the verandah in the sun drinking Chardonnay and eating toast (yes, there was bread in the freezer).
Charlotte the Harlot, looking every bit the super model. Here she is being nice and normal and posing. She does not know that today her days of roaming the paddocks looking for a nice man cat are coming to an end.
My new birthday slippers.
Kitty, she's abit shy.
Just after sunrise at work yesterday, the weekly rain we've been getting has still not had much effect on the paddocks, as they turn a dry looking brown.
The fig tree wedding ceremony area, just after sunrise.
The valley at work blanketted in early morning fog.
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