They're just MIMICKING our behavour!

The hounds - yes, PLURAL -  had as much to say as ME this morning!

First time I've seen the Sparrows feeding off a Callistemon shrub.

... and that’s REALLY unusual.  

Or is it?

Sam belongs to one of the FEW people who has MORE words falling out of her mouth than even I do.  

Yep you better believe it.  

There’s someone else on this planet who’s NEVER at a loss for words. 

 It’s an oddity that she’s called Carol too.

Even when he's dirty, he's gorgeous.

It’s not much of a mystery then to understand why our hounds are so vociferous when they’re together. 

They’re just mimicking our behaviour.  

It’s so obvious I can’t understand why I didn’t work that one out sooner.  

And NO, it’s NOT because I’m blonde.

The closest I got to the Kingfishers today was along the telephone lines.

I think the hounds like the sound of their own voices but I don’t think the elderly locals find it quite as amusing as we do.

One Labrador barking on the beach is quite enough. 

TWO Labradors barking on the beach is a CANINE CACAPHONY.  

Add Indy to the mix and it’s definitely NOT a Labrador LULLABY that you’re listening to.  

Anything but!

It starts off quietly enough.  

Both hounds minding their own business, busily digging trenches in the sand

 .... until one hound finds a log.  My hound.

Look Sam .... look what I've got!

They’re just like toddlers.  What one hound has, the other one wants.  

That’s when the conversation begins.  

Sam wants the log.  

The hound won’t let him have it.  

He’s persistent.  She’s stubborn.  

He sneakily tries to grab it.  She tells him off.  

He yells at her.  She yells back.

Sam trying to sneak it away from her

I join in and tell them BOTH to stop barking.  

They yell at me so I yell back.

.... but she's having NONE of it!

The cycle’s broken when I throw the log in the waves.  BOTH hounds charge after it.  Sam’s usually the FASTER swimmer but he’s light and when the waves are choppy, she has the advantage. With log to hand, she twists and turns to prevent Sam grasping the log too but he’s got wise to that trick and just leaps over her!

Tranquillity is restored ONLY when we leave the beach.

The elderly locals must breathe a sigh of relief when they see that happening.

Talking of elderly locals  ... I think we might have met our nudist this morning.  

Fully dressed fortunately!

No, he's NOT young and NO, he's NOT a fine physical specimen ... as the daily tabloids would say.

He's just an elderly gentleman who likes to swim 'au naturel' .

Browns Island looking gorgeous in the morning sun.

"The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means NEVER losing your enthusiasm." 

~ Aldous Huxley

Mr. Heron having his morning tea.

This young chap put on quite a skillful display this morning.

Impressive jumping by our Kite Surfer!