No, nothing so remotely otherworldish. Just the humble Koala. Even though our property adjoins the Otway National Park, we’ve only ever had one Koala in the 35 + years that I’ve lived here. Of course, that meant racing madly to find . . . “my camera, where’s my camera”. Oh here it is. Then, frantically: “the memory cards still in the computer”. Finally, running into the garden praying that the battery isn’t down.
No worries, mate. He’s in no rush. An hour or so later, he descends the trunk in a quite lively manner, toddling off into the woods towards home.
Burning the Books
Beginning or End?
Grandad Wade
Beauty
Small blessings #4: Just a touch of rose.
Seven
Glory
Morning Cuppa
Alert