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).