Matter of a small birthday kept me up in the smoke for a while.
So apologies to Slittaphiles for my absence.

While I was there, driving Sledgette Major home from Sledgette Minor's place, the former swore she saw the MR Beatle Bus parked along the way.
(Only realised and disclosed this when I showed her the MR pix after the fact.)
"Hey, Dad, I saw that today!"

So the Bog-brush Crapmobile musta been on either Manning Road or Albany Hwy.
Bleeding hippies are all over the place.
(Probably getting some real food at McDonalds, Hungry Jacks or KFC.)
We need to find a technology that targets them alone.
A Cannabis-Seeking Missile perhaps?

Memo to G.Bush: develop the CSM before your term is over.

So...

Back here, now, in rainy Minjup, I've been thinking about stylistic owls vs naturalistic owls.
My live encounter with Echo the Barn Owl has persuaded me towards naturalism -- though I don't intend to take my clothes off in public -- it might frighten the horses.

Let me think a while and I'll post few relevant pics.

Sledge