Day Twenty Seven

Skink Day.

I've alarmed a half a dozen really pretty skinks this morning, sunning themselves on rocks, garden edges, even one on the footpath. They slither expertly into crevices when I walk past.

Inadvertently fed live animals to my cat for breakfast, when I saw the first 2 moths ever since arriving here. I know how much cat loves to play with them, and thought I was handing her a toy when I brushed them down to her from up high; but she was less interested in playing than just eating them straightaway. My vaguely Buddhist sympathisings struggle momentarily with what I've just done.

I've heard them plenty of times but tonight I see for the first time one of the possums who live in our palm trees.