Larnook in August

Sunday has failed miserably to match the sunshine and warmth of yesterday. One of those days when it is cooler inside the house than outside.  Which is where I was for much of the morning. Starting with taking advantage of Julia having stayed over after dinner and a movie, to help us move the boys from the front paddock into the Billen Cliffs paddock. Where the grass is greener. And longer. They were largely well behaved and if they hadn't been, Bluey would have kept them in line. Then it was mowing down by the creek. Accomplished without too much drama. Though I need to take the brush cutter for a visit down there sometime in the next month or so.  Weeds. Lantana. Vines. Yuck. Chooka now lives by himself.  The remaining two girls died a few weeks ago. We won't be getting any more hens. Though I hanker after some cute little bantams. But not yet. It's not time. So we let Chooka wander around during the day. He is mostly OK. But there is the occasional over-enthusiastic scratching out of mulch or soil around a shrub or tree.  But he is happy. No sign yet of any reptilian activity. Other than the carpet that took to sunning itself out from the pine tree garden.  My captive blue tongues are yet to show signs of courtship. Or fighting. They give each other a hiding during courtship time. No HelpXers for quite some time and none on the horizon. Hopefully we shall host some soon. There is lots to do. To get the place looking its best for spring. We are still waiting on a visit from the self-proclaimed 'Tank Doctor'. Yes, we have a sick tank. Water tank that is. And I guess it's injured rather than sick. It has a hole.  We no longer have any water in it. Luckily we have another tank filled with the bore. After a lot of doctoring, Steve and Julia managed to re-shunt the water pipes and rejigged the pumps so that the bore water now services all our aquatic needs. For the time being anyway. Until the tank doctor gets here.