Monica, I reckon I'll nip into the beach and relieve it of a shovelful or so. Beach sand has interesting little shells and pebbles in it and our beaches are pretty spotless. I'll just soak the salt out for Dom.
Aside: Hah! It must be five o'clock! As I type, I can hear my Little Warrior calling outside the window - he's doing his usual afternoon hunt and I can set my clock by him.
He's an Australian Hobby (Little Falcon) and he lives a block away at our local hospital. He and his wife have been there for as long as I've lived in this house (about eighteen years) and raised many chicks. Their nest is in the disused brick lip of the old boiler chimney. What fascinates me is that hardly anyone realises what's going on over their heads! I point out Little Warrior and people go 'Ooooo! Aaaaaahhh!' as if it were a miracle that a hunting falcon could exist in suburbia. Why do people no longer *look* about them any more?
Well. I was wrong. Not Mr Warrior, the tiercel, but Mrs Warrior is out hunting today. She's quite ruddy and a bit larger than hubby. Also, he has a black band on the underside of his tail which is quite distinctive. Either way, all the local birds are having a honkfest as they shout their alarm calls that Mrs Warrior is out shopping for tea.
Another aside: Gee! Birds are keeping me on my toes this arvo! I was sitting here typing this post and keeping an eye out the window when Dommie flew through the door, turned left and landed on my back!!! Honestly, I nearly launched myself through the window! I'd put the Beaks away after their exercise and training session and left Dom out on the playgym for his exercise. He must've gotten lonely.

(Yes, he still bit me as I carried him back to his cage. Maybe not *quite* so hard as last time...) And now it's time for the flocks to make their way home: Rainbow Lorikeets, Scaly Lorikeets, Little Lorikeets, all flying eastward and calling loudly to each other. Galahs, Corellas and SC2s coming over in dribs and drabs, also calling loudly. Eventually, the Big Flock will go over at around six o'clock and there'll be no hearing yourself think until they've gone. I love watching them and do every afternoon.
