Chirpy chirpy

These are the last of my midwinter peppers.
My early morning work session this morning was broken by a frantic chirping from the house. I went through to rescue or put out of misery the bird that a cat was plainly persecuting.

I found the cat. Picked it up...

I couldn't find the bird. And yes I hunted high and low, and typically as soon as I was around the corner, it chirped again. Much peering on chairs under the table and behind seat covers and even in the wood-burner followed. And it kept playing this
chirpy game.

Finally I went back to the intent cat. Still sitting intent...

Peering at a tiny tree frog like the one that toured our salad, that nearly got roasted. A chirping frog. Maybe even the same Evel-knievel type daredevil mini-froglet.

I took it outside to dare another day.

I was hoping to print today for B and Clare to start proof-reading that first draft. But I ran out of ink and paper. Paper... even here on the island, was cheaper than South Africa. An ink cartridge for my bog-standard HP printer...

Not in Australia. Gas stove circus mark 2.

I've been gradually pulling apart the boxes of fishing junk I bought for $15 at the garage sale. Aside from reels and sinkers - worth a bit, I think I got some winners there. The lures - and there are a whole bag of soft-plastics still new too, are little old fashioned, and grubby (but can be cleaned), and some need new hooks - but there are new hooks in the box.

We had a look at the set nets too - neither are perfect but both are in reasonable nick. We're going to go and try one tomorrow morning. Part of the 'lets show Clare how we live' programme. Throw-netting and chainsaw practice today. kayaking out in the pre-dawn to set nets tomorrow.