I am not what you might call an animal lover.
Don't get me wrong, I like animals, I enjoy their company. I both love & care for the ones that live with me. I am just not passionate about them. I don't for example, gush over someones new puppy. I don't particularly get into Lolcats. I'm not saying those cats don't deserve a cheezburger, I just don't feel emotional about it.
Lately, however, I have noticed with some surprise that animals seem to like me, & I don't know why. I noticed yesterday that that was the third currawong today to fly into our lounge room windows. Dumb arses.
Everywhere I go, there are crows. Lots of them. I live in an area that is home to many crows, they just seem a bit concentrated lately. There are also a lot of ibis in this area, & there doesn't seem to be too many of them around me. I came across some crows the other day, eating the guts of a large dead lizard through it's mouth. They looked at me as I passed but didn't stop. (Eewww!)
In the garden recently, Monkey boy found a young adult legless lizard. It looks like a black snake (an item of terror here in Australia, especially if your 3 year old is handling one) but you can tell by it's ear thingies that it is a lizard.
He also found a tiny frog, that he was determined to keep in this bucket. It is in there, really. Sadly it escaped later on, when no one was around...
These cane toads where caught in recycled plastic bags & frozen, before being thrown in the bin. An icy death is apparently pain free, & also cleaner for the hands & conscience of the killer..
This cane toad was found squashed into this disgusting state, & did not need the freezer..I don't think the crows would even have been interested actually.
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