Wordwood is beautiful. Glossy green. Dam full. Creeks running clear. Warm, breezy days. Snuggly, cool nights.
We saw our first dingo this weekend. Clearly a cross, maybe a little German Shepard. Watching him cross the driveway where I had just walked with my dogs inspired my new poem (in Margie’s snippets).
We also heard what we think was a barred frog. Quite a distinctive ‘quack/bark’. It was at it most of the night!
Also saw our first scorpians. A few about.