Hangin' Five**

Another day where I was going to blip a murderbird (curlew). Even had a good one, with a particularly pre-coffee, pre-dawn look to his beady little eyes. If you haven't heard them, they can sound quite creepy, and are said to be the souls of Aboriginal women who died in childbirth, They keen, rather than chirp or sing or warble (or any other descriptor) for birdsong. When a few of them get going, it sounds like a cacophony of lunatics shrieking.

Clearly I opted against uploading the murderbird again.

Today we caught the barge to the mainland, went to the pictures (Tim Burton's Dark Shadows), did some shopping, drove around and looked at our old stomping grounds. Towards the end of the day, YackamundaMel and I went to bail out her dogs, Tilly and Rufus, from their 'pet resort.'They were very excited to see their mum, and even more excited to be going for a ride in the car.

The fur children were hanging their heads out the car window the whole way to the ferry. The ferry ride over to Maggie Island wasn't something they were quite as enthustiastic about.

Thinking of ferries, I have discovered never to mix sea-sickness tablets and gin. It makes for a very potent and intoxicating combination. Although I beg to differ on Mel's opinion that with that combo under my belt I would have been anybodys (had there been anybody in the vicinity to be had)!

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** Delltones, 1963