The birds seem very active too. Both the Red- and White-tailed Cockies are in town. We had both flying by us yesterday evening as we sat in the paddock to watch the sun set, with their different calls ringing into the darkening sky. These Red-Tails were sitting in the tree right outside our door the night before. See if you can catch a flash of spreading red tail as they fly away.
Noisy buggers, aren't they! I love them though!
This week we had a good time doing a Burnover Drill demo for the local Communications Brigade that Andrew is also a member of. Well, actually I am now a member too. I joined up so I can be uniform officer for them. I like doing that for Sawyers, so why not do it for both? Next year I won't be Equipment Officer for the fire brigade, but I will retain the uniform part of the job as long as the new EO is happy with that.
The Comms Brigade runs the Incident Control Vehicle at large fires. It is a new lot of learning for me, but the people are lovely and I'll be able to do this job long after I can't drag my carcase around a fireground any more.
The demo went really well thanks to Jenny, Angus and Andy. I was supposed to be a part of it but am still not well enough. Stupid stomach, you are ruining my life! Ah well, I got to take photos instead. I like this shot of Andy, with Angus signalling the approaching imaginary fire and beginning of the burnover drill, and Jenny womanning the pump.
I was very proud of how well Andrew talked the demo through, and of course of how handsome he is.
A little lovely thing that happened was one of the Comms Brigade ladies said to me, "Andrew is such a lovely man isn't he!" and I said, "Yes," and jokingly added, "And I still think that even though we've married twenty years," and she said, "Oh! I hadn't realised you two were together." :D
I love this pic of Jenny, because it shows her as I see her; strong, brave, gorgeous, and with a twinkle in her eye.
Cooler weather makes this stage of Niamh's afghan very pleasant to snuggle down under after dinner.
And kitty has been doing his usual trick of enjoying lying on new things.
From piles of inviting crocheted afghan...
To what doesn't look like comfortable bedding at all, like Andrew's stiff and smelly new Firey pants that I was halfway through rehemming.
Hey Mr Fitty Kitty, can't you go find somewhere else to lie down?
No of course you can't. Not until you are good and ready. What was I thinking? I'll go find something else to do...
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