True-love who's American scoffs at what we call mountains. He once took me to see a glacier up in the Rockies. We had to keep stopping to get our breath -- and we were younger then, too. I came upon a Marmot sitting up on a rock beside the path. We were eye-to-eye with 10 inches between. I was quite proud of myself when a young local couple asked me what it was and I knew. Mind you my first thought was -- Wombat! with buck teeth, sitting in an unusual position.
It's cooler! Off to prepare a drey for a pair of Ringtail Possums who lost their homes during the worst of the heat-wave. They came into care unconscious and near death. Soon there'll be a brand new housing development where their bushland used to be. Can't imagine that a day of 45 degrees was a good time to clear bush.
No time to think about the misery and the deaths.
It's cooler that's all I'll think about.
Joy