Monday, March 31, 2014

A rare sight on the beach this morning.
It has been a bit cool recently 
but Duke was as surprised as myself 
to meet this unusual bird.
We're quite a way from Antarctica, 
but local fishing has been 
especially good this winter.


Monday, March 24, 2014

Ecstasy!
Few things can beat a tummy tickle, 
(though it's been a few years since my last one).

March morning


Saturday, March 22, 2014

Farmer's friend


The brother of the stray pup found on the beach last week 
is back home and adapting to a life of farming with owner,  
Mr.Katsunachi (Mr.No Shoes).
The brown pup has been adopted by a family running
the Herb Garden Restaurant on the other side of the island.
 Lucky dog, can look forward to a lifetime of tasty leftovers.

Sunday, March 16, 2014


Duke's extended family await recycling

Still trying to find out where the farmer lives. 
In the meantime Duke is enjoying all the company,
acting like a real daddy.

Saturday, March 15, 2014



Picked up a cute female on the beach this morning. 


She'd been following me for quite a while and was really
grateful when I took her in my arms. She was lost and lonely
and quite happy to accompany me home.  Wife wasn't too pleased.
"One's quite enough," she said. And she was right, as usual.
It was while I was wondering what to do with this new babe in 
my life that a whoop of surprise came from the kitchen.
Mum and brother were in the garden frantically searching for 
their missing family member. It was a joyous reunion and even
better that the mum was no other than Duke's little girlfriend.
Not seen her for a while, but its evident what she's been up to.
Duke disclaims paternity but is quite happy to entertain the family
until we can contact Mr.Katsunachi, the local farmer owner.
A happy ending. All that's left is to get rid of the fleas.








Sleepytime













                                                             Lunchtime

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Blue Herons in the wind.

Day after day of strong winds have made morning walks a rough process,
although Duke doesn't seem to mind.  This flock of blue herons, buffeted
by the winds, are a rare sight, probably blown off course by the gales.