We are SO bad!

I am INVINCIBLE ... especially when my day begins like it did today!

The sun SMILING down.  

Pink clouds.  Low tide.  

Kingfishers on the telephone lines. 

The hound racing ahead of me, backside waggling with glee

 .... yes, the birds were laughing at her too.

Mornings like this are unbeatable.  Even the lycra-clad looney and his two-wheel contraption hogging my spot on the viewing platform couldn’t spoil my mood.  

He was quite amusing ... unintentionally of course.  

He was trying to send a message to his loved one and hadn’t anticipated there would be voyeurs eavesdropping on his attempts.  

Yes,  more than one attempt to send a romantic message.

He certainly didn’t expect a 4-legged furry voyeur.

She of the chocolate brown fur heard him talking and instantly assumed he MUST be talking to her.

I think he was wanting some privacy.  It didn’t take him long to realise that giving him privacy was the LAST thing on our minds. We are SO bad.

He’s obviously NOT a local.

With a smile on my face, and on the hound’s, we headed back down to the beach.  We weren’t the only ones basking in the sunshine this morning.  I’m pleased to see the uncertainty about sea slugs on our beaches hasn’t deterred the regular ramblers.

Once again hounds have been poisoned, but not fatally, by what’s been assumed is either slug bait or sea slug eggs. Sadly there’s no conclusive evidence to prove if it’s metaldehyde from slug bait, or tetrodotoxin from sea slug eggs or even WHERE it is.  Apparently slug bait can leach into the stormwater systems.

Tetrodotoxin is far more deadly though so hopefully SOMEONE will soon clarify the issue. 

4 years ago when I first arrived in NZ and the hound was only a puppy, our beaches were closed for an interminable length of time due to the supposed presence of sea slugs.  There was a lot of controversy at the time as to whether it WAS actually sea slugs that had killed hounds or if it was an accidental release of the poison they were using to eradicate pests on outlying islands. 

Let’s hope it doesn’t get that serious this time.

It’s the oldest lemming’s birthday tomorrow.  He’s managed to reach a quarter of a century without losing any body parts OR being returned from whence he came. 

Love him to bits. 

Happy Happy Birthday oldest lemming.