Mr Owl not home




We knocked on Mr Owls door...but he wasn't answering. We tried other doors until we came to the conclusion he was sleeping.






A little bird became very friendly and followed us carrying a large juicy grub, which it decided to share with us (dropped it by our feet).



We decided that we too should have refreshments and stopped at the cafe for a babycino.



Then a little play by the beach.



Such lovely weather at this time of year (except for Mr wattle tree who definitely does not like me).

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