Because there's simply not a lot else to talk about. Second week of the heatwave - ignore those poor precious little flowers around Melbourne - the heatwave has continued on out here in the back blocks. But I thought I'd better say something for posterity as everyone seems to be pretty convinced that we're all going to die tomorrow. It's going to get to around 43 in the aforementioned fragile town of Melbourne. That will make it at least 48 here I'd imagine. And the fire danger is critical - there will be a gale in front of a predicted cool change (HA!) but I doubt it will rain (Adam's calling me Hanrahan at the moment - but I swear it's never going to rain again and the sooner we all get used to it, the less whinging will be required).

Needless to say we've done close enough to bugger-all in major projects in the last week. I'm still slowly unpacking things when I can find somewhere to put something. We're still going to have to make a couple of trips back to the old house to do more tidying up, but he's got a couple of days off work next week as we're hoping this cool change isn't a government rumour, designed to stop us all going feral and shooting each other.

But we have done some minor goofing around.

We had to fill the dam tank in case of fire problems as the fire pump is now connected to it. So charging backwards and forwards between pump and tank was much easier on yer bike.

Clancy's leg is a lot better - he's still a bit limpy but he's happy to play a slightly sedate version of bounce. Her on the other hand - the flash in the pan!

Aunty Jack is still a shy "little" thing, but he's interested enough in us (and the white treat bucket) to get a bit closer these days. The others love their new freedom in the paddock although a bit of green pick would be appreciated!

And because I can normally be guaranteed to be around at sunset if not sunrise - then a shot across towards the sun setting over the Pyrenees.