Wednesday

The mornings are definitely cooler - and it was the right decision to put the second doona on the bed the other evening.
Emma continues to be well. So much so that this morning when S let her go for an outside drink, Em bolted across the lawn; S, in a towel, had no choice but to chase her lest she disappear down the back behind the shed. We lost her there one night some time ago, and while it would be easier to find her in daylight (rather than by torchlight) it's not an experience any of as wants to repeat.
Pearl was very relaxed in her we'll come this afternoon. I watched her through the glass doors as she finished haring a good old scratch - and why is she still scratching ... it's only a couple of days since M gave her a big bath!
M & L have a new puppy which their household, including the two dogs who already live there, are getting used to. Spot (not "Sport" - L was overruled) come down to visit the other day. She had slipped away while M and L well talking with someone. M thinks she may have come over because she remembered that this is where Pearl lives; alas she may have not remembered or been told that Pearl is not fond of small dogs. So it was probably good that when she came to visit, Pearl was having a nap in M's room. I escorted Spot back home to where M had just started looking for him - thankful that he hadn't done the
previous day's trick of following a ute full of children (he apparently is very fond of children) along the laneway when they drove past.
There is nothing quite like sitting outside at Latimers as the evening closes in. M and S have just taken Pearl for a walk up the lane (collar on since M and L's dogs are out) and I would probably be able to hear them except that the evening sounds are starting to ramp up ... that and a not very happy child somewhere in the near distance ... oh and the dogs appear to have found each other and are having a bit of a barkfest ... and now there's a chorus of kookaburras and crickets - and somewhere in the far distance, a car is going along the main road - but all of that just melds into the evening's gathering gloom and makes it all the more special. Luckily the mosquitoes that were here before seem to have relocated (thank you Raid automatic spray mister) so we're not having to swot them.
The birds' nest is not yet finished and we're not quite sure why that is. According to M they usually finish it in a day - but this lot have now been working on it a few days and it's not nearly finished yet. As they used to sing in The Littlest Hobo theme song: Maybe tomorrow.