I wandered into the darkened ensuite the other night, flicked on the light so I could see what I was doing, and noticed a bit of fluff on the floor.
Bugger me! I've never seen a lion that big before!
There's a chap at work who looks after the chooks. He also grows lots of flowers which he gives to some of the staff. He also makes up nice arrangements and sells them for five dollars each at the Post Office and the money goes to an orphanage in the country he's from. Win-win!
Oops! Forgot gratuitous photo of favourite furry friend. Or should that be fiend? This morning I cut up a watermelon for work and it was a bit overripe - a bit too icky for me to eat - I just can't eat overripe fruit. I gave Floyd some, but it's not to his liking, even though I was eating it. So I took some down for Meggie. Ms Hoover. She slurped up the bits I put in the yard for her, the red inside part which I'd scooped out for her. (She will eat anything, and FAST!)
I put the rest of the slice of watermelon in the yard for her, pitched it over the fence so she could eat the pink stuff she wanted... thisafternoon I came home it was all gone... pink part, white part, skin, everything.
She'll get a bellyache!