Late yesterday afternoon, for a little Saturday fun,
Dad and the kids took turns
shooting at a row of tins perched on the edge of a garden bed.
Of course runners must be employed to race down and check the number of 'hits' between rounds,
the competitive nature of these children ensuring score-keeping was an integral part of the activity.
Being rather non-competitive by nature, I see no point in naming 'winners',
but will instead suggest to Wallace to just keep practising boy.
And finally this morning some rain is falling on Rock Wallaby. After listening to impressive rainfall reports everywhere else this week, we'd only notched up an inch.
Unfortunately, Olivia my milker is bellowing to me from the yards and I'm tempted to send a child over to let her calf out. Ease up on the milk people.