When one has some time off, it's quite seductive to go to bed at 5pm and get up at 1am. The world is a silent dark when you wake up to a midnight house. One morning just before dawn, I lost sight of our greyhound Soda racing around in the morning mist of an empty footy oval just as the sun started to come up. It was a pinch magical.
On our way home, we found a dead pigeon. I quickly wrapped him up and took the opportunity for a few pictures.
Tomorrow it's back to the saltmines for this nesty lady.