As you can see, we get some rough weather here. This blow brought down a couple of trees, so we have been busy on the saw. One, an old palm, came crashing down, to reveal a lovely possum in the top. Poor thing. It had to find a new home.
The girls seem a bit barmy. They run around in the rain and then stand together, with beaks pointed in the air, in some strange ritual, maybe warding off the storm spirits.