I awoke this morning to the sound of the mobile phone alarm playing the drinking song from La Traviata. I’m not sure whether to change the tune or stow a bottle of grog next to the bed. I am considering both.
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More hot weather. I am one day away from buying a Panama hat and two days away from a pith helmet. The Bureau of Meteorology has forecast rain for the weekend. My book stack is ready. Bring it on. (In moderate amounts.)
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Pip the orphaned pademelon pops in occasionally. She appears hale and hearty, although it can be difficult to tell the real condition of wild animals. They tend not to let on.
She has taken a dislike to the brush turkeys. If one approaches while she’s grazing, she will hiss at it. It is a remarkably loud hiss for such a small animal and unmistakeably threatening. Should the turkey not heed the warning, Pip will stand up and do it again. The second time, the hiss comes with an undertone of Ray Winstone and more than a hint of Vinnie Jones.
This usually causes even the most fearless bird to find a sudden interest in ooh, let me see, this thing over here looks interesting. But every now and then, a courageous or possibly thick turkey persists in its approach. Then Pip gets angry. And jumps at them. See Pip jump. Jump, Pip, jump. See turkey flee into the scrub. Run, wimp, run.
To us, she’s a cute little furry thing with big hind feet and doe eyes. To them, she’s a cute little furry thing from Hell.
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I was going to post some of the latest news stories from the Far North, but I couldn’t find any. This piece isn’t actually news nor is it from the Far North, but it involves three lucky anglers unexpectedly encountering a whale shark off Townsville.
There’s also this from ABC local radio: CSIRO unveils bootylicious Beyonce fly.
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[Edit: the Townsville Bulletin link might not be working for everyone, so here is the video]
