I see that the end of daylight savings is looming on the horizon.
Another inconvenience.
The days are getting shorter as it stands.
7.30 is now 7, so instead of missing the weather report, now I miss the beginning of the news.
Timing is not everything, but it is a delicate juggling act to get the possum food out, and try to keep the cockatoos away from it, all in a fairly limited space of time - I'd like to get the food down before it gets dark, ha ha.
The problem with the cockatoos, and the possum food is not so much that the cockatoos are interested in the food as food, but that they like doing The Pizza Dance...
The pizza dance?
That's where you take a defined area (the table) and an assortment of ingredients (the food), and you strew the food, pizza topping style, wildly and flamboyantly, if necessary, across the table, ha ha.
No points will be awarded for neatness.
You don't want to know what they can do with creamed corn...
Some evenings can be more entertaining than others, ha ha.
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