so on Saturday Holly went to a hen party in Melbourne and I took Andy to the station. When I got back the front door was open and the dogs had gone walkabout. After 10 minutes two young ladies appeared running rather vigorously, I stopped them and asked if they had seen two dogs and they said they had caught one but the other had run off very quickly and blow me Charley was sat on the top step near the front door looking really pleased with himself while Amber, who has more in common with me, got a lift home in a very smart 4x4. So that was my cardiac arrest for the week.
More mundanely I went with my bird a day rival to Winter Swamp a really nice wetland near one of the many caravan parks in the rat. It's lovely and again I will post photos when I take them. It would be lovelier if there were birds there apart from a few Aust Shoveler, Grey Teal and Black Swan. Among the Welcome Swallows were a few Fairy Martin which I counted as my bird of the day.
If you have got this far well done and the old saying is if you don't go to the wildlife then the wildlife has to come to you. The bird in the picture flew into the kitchen sending the dogs into a hunting frenzy, well barking and running in circles. No prizes for identification from anybody.