It was about 2 degrees when I got up this morning and the fire hadn't survived the night. Still at least the rosellas were happy that the bird bath wasn't frozen and any winter day without a minus in front of the minimum temp is a good one in my view. The goats, however, are of the opinion that I should install central heating in the Caprine Palace aka the goat shed and as soon as possible please. Well, not so much Robbyn. She's part cashmere and shaggy enough to be mistaken for a perambulating Flokati rug, which does convey a certain degree of insulation but poor Rosie is a Saanan and not possessed of a very substantial coat. This is the look of a singularly unimpressed pregnant doe. NOT HAPPY, JAN ! [aussie pop culture reference - there's also an entry on Wikipedia but Blogger didn't feel like cooperating with the link for some reason but you can all go look it up ]
and at the Castlemaine Botanical Gardens
all that was missing was the Lady Of The Lake wielding Excalibur.
Now don't forget that you can enter my Blogiversary competition by leaving a comment about your current obsession[s] here until August 4 and while you're at it , maybe go visit some of the other Bloggers who've commented afore ye.
Nadie? this is the casserole I got you yesterday. Oakley and Sophie included purely for purposes of scale [ and cuteness ]