On the way out, along Gilston Road, we noticed another dead kanga at the side of the road. That's the second in a fortnight. I'm not sure if that means there are more of them and they're having to go further afield (than the golf course) for grazing. It did however prompt S to repeat the comment that R had made yesterday, as taught to him by his father (I think): "There's livestock and then there's dead stock". Country people do have a different way of looking at these things, but I didn't realize they had sayings to go with it!
They (the meterological department) say that rain is settling in for the rest of the week - although it hasn't started yet. It has turned cold and gray though and there is a slight breeze as well, making it a lovely afternoon to be inside cosy and cuddled up and watching a nice lifestyle program or an iPad. Not for Sooz though, she's just noticed Hermes has come over to the fence and has gone out to give him a carrot or two.
L came over to collect the "truck" this evening as he's planning to go up and get some hay tomorrow. He'd not been home long from the races as he still had his shirt, vest and tie on. He polishes up quite nicely. And speaking of L, the Sportsman's Lunch was on yesterday but he had to cancel because M's Mum's funeral was on. C was saying this morning that even though it wasn't very big, family had come from all over, and it had been a beautiful service.
Lottie and Lacie are still sharing adjacent paddocks and it is lovely see them eating hay and nuzzling (who knew "nuzzle" was to rub noses?). They're not as friendly though as the cows we drove past down near the main road - one was busy licking the other one's back. I know I'm usually busy watching the road and not the cows when I drive along there, but I've never seen this before.
On the drive to Crave, past where the balloon had come down near the school the other morning, we were commenting that we never seem to see balloons on the weekend. It was some minutes before we realized why - we tend to get up a lot earlier during the week - and by the time we're up on the weekend, they are long gone.
L assures us that we are heading into peak grass growing season. As soon as it warms up, he told us, you'll be able to look out the window and see it growing. I believe him. There's some grass out there that's grown six inches in a week - and it must be different from other grass around it, because it looks like the lawn has a green Mohawk! (That reminds me of the receptionist our vet Janet used to have.)
R checked the bananas while he was here yesterday and while they are getting thicker, they're not ready yet. We have to keep the blue bag on for a bit longer. And finally, the spinach seedling S was given by M has started to come into its own. Won't be long before that giant spinach is taking over the vegetable garden. Which reminds me, we're off to Bunnings tomorrow for some more little plants for the patch - but no sausage sandwiches as we're having lunch with J!
The kids are good although, again, Maggie is dragging her feet and is not yet in. I'm sure she leads a whole 'nother life ... which hopefully entails her returning the favor to Chico who, S assured C and I this morning, visits Pearl so he can mark his territory (something to do with dog droppings I believe) before running back to his side of the fence. We think S is spot on - especially as we watched as he did it this morning. Pearl didn't seem to mind, in fact, she quite seemed to like the company - and ran off in the middle of a ball game to be with him.
Maggie has finally come in, Pearl has been out and come back in, Beazley has asked to go out and been told no, Tink has had her chin chuck and is content atop the recliner, Em's having a drink, S is in bed, and now, at 11.43 it's time everyone at Latimers was asleep!
