With weather warming, this has been the breakfast of choice for some.
Hopefully the next couple of months will see frozen berries replaced by fresh mangoes, with these tiny little delights making an appearance.
Hot days have meant Sally comes home and waters the pigs of an afternoon.
In fact the only thing flourishing in the house yard at the moment is this old bougainvillea.
The bird has been sentenced to life on the verandah, he's managed to scatter bird seed through most of the house. Pleasing for the mice who have moved in as the rats departed, not so pleasant for she who doggedly tries to keep the place at least hygienic if not photo-shoot-ready.
The long-haired one came home from camp with a decidedly dotted appearance.
Even so, a grand adventure was had by all.
Wallace has been spending quality time with Marmaduke, next year's led steer.
Already, there's some murmuring that he should be kept as a pet, not sent to the processor.
This can only end badly.
The potted dwarf agapanthus are putting on a little show on the front steps.
The bore water coats them with white powder, thankfully they're a little tougher than the multitude of rose bushes killed by the same.
Speaking of killing, we've had a rather torrid time in the fish tank this past fortnight. Palergeis remains victorious, the toughest fish in the world. His fancier and far more expensive friends couldn't pull through.
Coupled with the heifer who had to be pulled deceased from a molasses trough, it was a rough time for all.
On a brighter note,
this little fellow was caught in the hay shed by our oldest wildlife warrior. If he can survive the eagles, foxes, dingoes, myxomatosis and calicivirus, his future looks bright.