The plovers are angry.
Angry that this little grass-eating monster has invaded their space.
And me, of course, they're very upset about me.
It's quite a monster of a small dog that I've got here. (and a terrible picture of me, but the sun was bright, and Lily is cute)
We're just out at the back of the complex, and like I said, the plovers are going crazy, fake-swooping in our general direction.
And there's loads of space, so we're happy to share.
I think the small dog would spend the entire afternoon out here if I let her !
At the weekend, Kurt and I are going to Caloundra, where we got married, for our wedding anniversary.
Lily is going to stay with Kurt's parents on Bribie Island, which will be nice for her - I'm not sure whether it'll be nice for them...
This lying outside in the sun while the small dog plays is good. I should do this more often. (sans plovers).