Daddy says it was a bad night for photography. Humidity was just topping 100 per cent, so all these big water droplets were floating on the air, making it look like the camera was under a cloud of dandruff.
Acacia Possum was waiting, but not keen to be noticed.
Hares just near the Transport Facility were not well-camouflaged for once.
There were other hares, including one at mid-point, but the photos weren’t up to much.
Daddy stopped, on the outward trip, to bend back the weeds from the blocks where I like to jump up on the embankment. I haven’t done it for a few nights.
Walking up behind Best Hare Paddock, we saw Mr Bare-Bum Bandicoot, but he was fast, and got into the long grass before Daddy had the camera out.
After a couple of hares, we met another bandicoot, who was calm enough to let us get relatively close.
Here’s a shot from a few paces nearer…
And that weed-bending paid off for Daddy and me: we ran the embankment!
First of all, let me say Daddy is stretching the pun too far!
Tawny Frogmouth is NOT an owl, for a start. Also, Frogmouths don’t hoot: they go MOOP-MOOP-MOOP.
Well. at least he was at Second High Point, where Daddy takes all those shots looking over the suburbs to Mount Doom.
And now, in news that really matters…
…Excellent Dogg and Daddy ran the embankment again this morning.
I also behaved myself very well when we encountered the rude, stumbling guest of Mrs Shouts-Loudly-To-Herself-When-All-Alone, and let Daddy tell him in Firm, Polite, Extremely Cold Voice that walking a dog is still allowed round here.
2:45 – After Mum works her magic with footwear, love and safety warnings, we step into a conditions-corrected 20.2°C (or 68°F), 99% humid, 0.mm (no) rain overnight, no moon and there’s a 30km/h ENE wind. It is EXTREMELY foggy.
We don’t meet any critters, and the fog (or is it low cloud climbing the range?) muffles most sound. Daddy’s hair, Sweaty Vest, and beard are dripping with condensation. I get away mainly dry, perhaps because I’m closer to the ground.
3:04 – First High Point is deserted. Daddy notes that the far end of the shopping centre is not visible, despite having lots of bright signage.
3:15 – Mid-point. This is a surreal trudge through a yellow-glowing mist. (Street lighting colour is a factor here.)
3:20 – Down in the little Embankment/Creek Triangle, we meet Big Bad Persian Cat again. Or is he Persian? One of those chappies with the white body, but blue-grey face, paws and tail, he is. (Yoda, I am not.)
Also the cat is very unkempt: for one of such obvious breeding, he’s come a long way down.
We do hear Cat Love Songs when we’re a little further off. Perhaps he fancies a bit of rough.
We go over PINGPINGPING Crossing, and attempt to do some tracking in Best Hare Paddock. After Daddy turns his ankle in a few holes, we move to the path south of Best Hare.
3:44 – Embuggerance – Pass 2 – We meet Mr Flying Saucer Spotter. It’s not that he spots UFOs, it’s more a frame of mind.
Chap’s all done up in a shirt and tie, quite a distance from anyplace civilised, and the first thing he says upon seeing us arrive, all red flashies for safety, is… “Yellow is more efficient, you know.”
He repeats himself, and explains that research has shown that yellow light is more effective in fog.
Daddy says the flashing reds are our usual equipment.