This morning, I accidentally stopped Daddy from photographing a Tawny Frogmouth (backyard as we set out) and Acacia Possum (first 100 metres of the walk).
I was still a very good girl, Daddy says, because I stopped a cattle dog that burst open the front gate of a house we walked past. It wanted to eat Daddy, but I made it go back into its yard, and Daddy closed the gate.
Because Daddy got no photos, he’s putting up a few from his archive.
A cloud of flying termites silhouetted against the morning sky.
One of our water-dragons, ready to warm up on a concrete pad.
A hare, enjoying a March morning.