So, today: a big trip up to Blyton for shopping.
Rox was great in the back of the ute, even when it was raining -- but didn't want the remains of my beef and onion pie from the bakery.
We went up the scarp (part of the Darling Range) behind the town for a bit of a bush walk.
Probably her first time in the bush judging by the number of sniff-stops.
Couple of ducks flew over.
I wonder if they were "ours"?
Perhaps they're tracker ducks?
