"Has Dad gone for a ride?"  Miss G asked when she came into my bed yesterday morning.

"No, he's gone to get some fresh fruit to go with pancakes,"  I answered.

"Thought so, "  she said.  "I thought he came into my room and told me that in my dream, but it was a lovely dream about fairies, so why would Dad be in it?"

I was having a delightfully saucy ( Read more... )

The other morning I went outside to hang some washing, and looked up to see 5 or 6 native miner birds noisily harrassing a kookaburra that was looking over the backyard from a gum tree in the back corner of next door's. As I have mentioned before, I have some sense of connection with kookaburras ( Read more... )