Exuberant

We went down to Brownhill Creek this morning to see if there was any evidence of floods.

Not a skerrick. Whilst it was obvious the water had been a bit high, it was almost all gone, and no damage to report at all.

There were birds everywhere - we heard 'em. Didn't see 'em but we heard 'em.

Quite a few dragonflies, making the most of the high insect activity, zooming around - far too fast for me to get an image. And I waited for quite a while for one to settle, but it wasn't going to happen any time soon.

And actually the light was not very nice - quite dull and dark, with still the odd spot of rain.

Then there was a flurry up the hill, and I could see quite clearly that any dragon hunting was doomed.

This dog came crashing down into the water carrying an enormous branch, which his owners told me he had been carrying the entire distance of his walk. I do hope they were going for a looong walk, because the dog wasn't going to tire. No, not a bit of it.

He was headed straight for the Alternative Olympic Games, where he was going to win a medal. Pant, pant. He didn't care what sort of medal, but what ever it was he was going to win it. It would probably be the relay race, but he'd be the only one in it. No-one was going to get HIS stick. No way. Pant, pant, pant. Puff, puff, huff.

STICK

I did see a couple of tourists. They had heard about Brownhill Creek and thought they might be able to take their kayaks down it. I had to break it to them very gently that it's not that sort of creek. Indeed if it were not for the rain storm, it would mostly be dry at this time of year.