Saurday wrap-up : the wildlife report

I started the weekend with my own personal wildlife.Only people with working dogs are silly or desperate enough to be out in the dog park at 6.30am on a rainy Saturday morning.
We exchange bleary, resigned monosyllabic exchanges or simple nod
s of recognition with one another. 
The secret special club.
We are the ones with the high maintenance dogs that after about 36 hours indoors with no exercise (it's been raining non stop here) greet you at dawn like a chorus of deranged Muppets on crystal-meth. 
And out you must go.

Now, by popular demand
(and by popular what I actually mean is one person . . . well she is popular, so I guess that counts)
needle's edge brings you . . .

specifically some Tasmanian devils

who I've gotta say are pretty damn cute when they're still babies like this little guy and their heads aren't covered in gouges and open wounds from where they've savaged each other over a bit of food. 
These guys are vicious.
Maybe  not as vicious as, say, a funnel web spider which will punch it's way out of a plastic container if it's in a bad mood*
But put it this way, I would not be picking a devil up and giving it a cuddle, unless I really wanted to lose my arm
They seems so genetically hard-wired into them to fight one another over food even in this conservation park** where food is plentiful.
Yet once it's nap time there they are happily snuggling in a big post-prandial pile. 

And . . .
some Eastern Spotted Quolls.
(note the feet :  squee )

And . . .
a Tawny Frogmouth.

All images you can clicken to embiggen of course, or see more here

*Apparently this is true! Andrew says so, so that's good enough for me.

** more on the plight of the Tassie devils later. What I found out about the disease that's threatening the population of them would make any caring person's blood boil, but considering my current state of sleep deprivation-addled mind best not written about right now lest this post dissolve into a polemical/political rant.

oh, and Blogger? fyi you are currently giving me the right royals. Note to self must change blog service pronto.


Departing from the usual

Thank gourd.
No really, thank gourd
that finally .... yes, finally! some of my friends have got themselves organised to have a baby girl.

Because now I can finally cast aside all late twentieth century heteronormative gender fascism dogma aside ... and unleash a sudden and profound urge to make something very small, very pretty, and very pink. 

Y'know... old fashioned adorable?

Burn me at the stake if you will, but this fairly irresistable urge was brought on by by my holiday knitting project I'm sure of it; repeat after repeat of grey lace (yes I know I love grey, I've banged on about it plenny.  But seriously that amount of yarn-overs would send anyone into a torpor after a while). 

So now i'm finding inordinate amounts of pleasure in knitting up a small pink inverted triangle masquerading as a cardigan  [rav link] 
The yarn feels like a little bit of spring as I work it, like the smell of freesias.
So it's a pity in a way that it's now officially Summer. 

I'm doing many mods as I go, but I'll write those up when it's finished for anyone interested in the project. So far?  Fun, easy, recommended; however we'll see what the finished product turns out like ( I may have to eat my words! no matter I'm used to this and I always make sure those words are tasty and low GI).

And now some more choice shots from Tassie (yes there's no getting away from them I'm afraid)

I fell in love with this place.

Words, or ... my words at least, are inadequate at conveying the spirit of this little beach in Great Oyster Cove.

Somewhere in that midden of shells and twigs is a brand new pair of designer sunglasses which I managed to misplace somewhere between shot #2 and #3.
By now they have been washed out to sea and are on their way to Antarctica.

So . . . if there are any Antarctic seals out there reading this right now and your neighbour has been sporting a new look in accessories lately, could you please pop me an email, I'd really appreciate it. We can work something out, no questions asked!

oh...and the yarn? it's Merino Slim Sock from the Knittery, in Daisy.