Step out of the car, son! (Oh, you already did)

Seems like the cops aren't just getting younger, they're getting shorter as well!

A new kind of hybrid

With fuel prices on the way up again, folks here in far north Queensland have started looking for more economical ways to travel. Snapped this guy filling up at the local servo. He told me he gets great mileage, but there's nowhere to plug in his iPod.

Beasts of burden

Snapped these rare pics of shopping trolleys in their natural habitat. This one is a grazer (very hard to catch).

This is an ocean-going species, often found stranded on beaches all over Australia. It bolted when it saw me, but it must have had an injured foot, because it kept veering off to the right. Aint nature grand?

Where did everyone go?

Just one of the many reasons I love my dad.

I see a tall dark stranger

My wife had an unnerving experience recently when driving home from work. We live in the country, so we're used to seeing wallabies wandering all over the roads, but never anything like this.

She was driving down the street, when she was aware of this tall, dark presence in her rear view mirror. She was travelling at about twenty miles an hour, so she figured it would have to be a pretty fit athlete to be keeping up with her.

Then, the next thing she knew, he OVERTOOK her and raced off into the bush! Not a curly-headed man in a track suit, but an emu out for his evening jog!

Now we've seen everything (or at least she has, because I wasn't there). Ain't nature grand?

We really enjoyed our holiday (I think)

Never ask a tour guide to take your photo!

(unforgettable memories of New Zealand)

Larry, Curly, Mo and the other guy

We have a band of feathery brothers (possibly sisters?) who descend on us every morning for a feed of raw kanga meat. They were all born around the same time and exhibit all the playful stupidity of normal youngsters. At least one of them seems to have imprinted on my wife and spends long moments perched on the table staring intently at her. When they were first born, they would line up with their mouths open, croaking impatiently and she would drop the food into each of their open beaks. Ah, the joys of parenthood (at least she didn't have to regurgitate it for them). No nappies to change either, they just do it right there on the verandah. We are pretty sure they haven't lost their hunting instincts though as we see them swooping on unsuspecting frogs and lizards in the garden from time to time. Soon they'll have young ones of their own and we'll be grandparents. Ain't nature grand?