Or maybe not. The signs are there for the observant person.
Little black ants climb the table and flash-mob my empty coffee-mug, or anything else that may be sweet.

wee formicators
Miss KitTern sleeps with the top of her head turned under (unlike this photo).
not on her head here…
The little Pobblebonk frog who lives in my yard makes a bit of a racket.
tough little bugger

He’s a tough little blighter: I trod on him in the dark a week ago (due to his endearing habit of being in the way or seeming to be under anything I lift upo in the backyard) and he made an unhappy noise, left a large pool of piddle, and hopped away.

The kookaburras haven’t contributed to the warnings yet, but it can’t be long.
Just outside my studio window.

I hope we’re not all wrong. My fracture site is voting for rain too.

One Response to “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall…”
  1. [...] raced over in case it was a snake or something else deadly, only to find our old mate the Pobblebonk. I hadn’t seen him about since September when I trod on him in the [...]

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