#7
The Tawny Frogmouth
Sept 2012, Lara,
Victoria
You beauty. We have never seen one in the wild before, and then we stumbled across this Frogmouth perched on a fence post in nearby Serendip! Frogmouths are as big as Owls, and as stocky as a prop on a rugby field. Their camaflage is their major and only defensive weapon, and we can vouch on it being very effective - Alison still couldn't see it after I pointed it out three times, from only a metre away!
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September 2012, Melbourne, Victoria.
For a reason unknown to either of us, it's taken us over two and a half years to visit Melbourne Museum. We could put up a weak case of being too busy, or living too far from the city, or having far better things to do in our lives, but we'd be flat out lying on each and every point.
Our only defense could be that the museum's marketing department isn't particularly good. As we arrived on its doorstep to meet our friends Glenn and Jess, it dawned on me that I must have walked right by it at least half a dozen times before without the slightest acknowledgement of its presence. In hindsight, that was at least six times too many, and it won't be happening again any time soon.
September 2012, Melbourne, Victoria.
As the sun finally crept out of its winter hibernation yesterday, it took no time for the crowds to flock to the seaside. These past few months of cold, wet and windy days seemed to have merged into one long depressing mass of grey, so yesterday was almost a public celebration that it may finally all be over.
It was the perfect time to dig out our old roller blades; they always come packaged with smiles all round. I mean, you're forty (well, almost forty in Alison's case), you can't skate particularly well, can't stop particularly well, and you probably should know better. But who cares. This is Port Melbourne on a Sunday, anything goes, and it's time for fun.
There is a time in everyone's life when you begin to look for something a little different for your Friday night out. For some it may come naturally as part of a maturing process that includes drinking Earl Grey tea, watching documentaries, and wearing slippers. For others, it may come completely out of the blue. Either way, I am pretty sure it happens to everyone. Frankly, you get bored of the pub.
You then work through the list of next best options, like going to the movies, eating out at your favourite restaurants, or taking in a show. (You occasionally may take in a gig, but they're so damn loud now aren't they?) Eventually, you subconsciously become a little tired of these options too. So where do you go from there?
