On the way home, responding to the call from S's sickbed for more lemonade and bread, I decided to get them at the elusive Worongary - armed with the knowledge from both J and M that it was easy to find - turn left instead of right at the showground. And there it was - right where they said it would be. I still put down a trail of breadcrumbs though lest it be just an apparition.
The Latimers mower remains silent although the same cannot be said for L's. He and the Mrs are off to Melbourne for The Cup later in the week so he's probably doing his best to catch up with the grass while he has the opportunity. Uncle R is coming back this way tomorrow and he is going to have a go at bringing the mower back to life so we can get to the grass which is growing longer by the day. But it gives the plovers a place to play and hide.
There are some more swallows harassing the ones currently using the nest and sitting out there is sometimes like being in the middle of Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds". There is swooping and calling and a general state of flurry which can't be at all good for putting those little chicks at ease.
Emma has started going outside again and as well as eating grass, and drinking from the big water bucket, she is now making e effort to go over under the nest and smell the bird droppings that have fallen into the newspaper. For a cat with poor eyesight she seems to have a very advanced state of smell.
Maggie is intriguing us at the moment by taking up a position sitting on the bench in the laundry - and not really moving from there. M isn't quite sure why that is, except that Maggie can display odd behavior sometimes without ever giving any real reason. This may be one of those times.
We had a nice surprise yesterday afternoon when L arrived with a huge dish full of freshly caught, cooked and cleaned crabs. They were absolutely magnificent and it was a fitting tribute to the youngsters participating in Junior MasterChef that we ate as we watched them compete for places in the Final 8.
