Mohawk

Fergus here again: for those of you concerned that Wee Jock was somehow missing out, I have decided to reassure you that The Boss keeps him well entertained. He got to go to Timaru on Friday.  

In the nice car.

I got as far as Tinwald Domain - in the rattly old van. And I had to sit around while F changed things on bikes for one of the new families, and again at the hardware store, the collection depot (something in a flat cardboard box went in the back), and the supermarket.

Boring.

Tinwald Domain was great though. Ducks with mohawk hairdos.

Weird trees.

A monarch butterfly (F was too slow with the camera). A foray onto the golf course because there is a water race flowing through it to feed the duck pond in the Domain, and then off-piste into the grounds of the Plains Museum.  I've dragged F in there a few times along the railway line.  There is lots of rusting machinery and stuff, and some kind of village of old buildings. She always makes us go out a gate beside the church or behind the blacksmith's workshop; back into the Domain.

The ducks tried to chase us. I would have chased them back but F had a firm grip on the string attached to my collar and said something about not sporting.  

She always picks up rubbish but when I tried to help with half a chicken sandwich, I got firmly instructed to DROP IT.  (I did manage to sample a bit before she realized what I was investigating.)