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Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels,
loved by all men for the beauty of their character,
though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.....
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
~Claude Monet
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Still nameless....I'm a naughty mumma....but her name needs to be the perfect one for her.
More pix to come =)
Architect: Albert G. Mumma Jr. for Deigert & Yerkes (1963)
Location: Washington, DC
This building was closed for renovations for over two years. It finally reopened a couple of weeks ago, so I ran over there as soon as I was back in DC.
I was scolded by security for taking this photo, because I had moved an ugly, empty flower pot out of the frame of this shot (not this one, which I thought was fine, but another one that was somewhat ornate in a Home Depot kind of way...). I was told that wasn't allowed. Security guards there didn't kick me out, or even ask me to stop taking photos. In fact, they were polite and courteous, as well. But they seemed offended.
This grill work on the facades of the building serves as a sun screen. It used to also continue inside the building, I believe, but I saw no trace of it in the renovated lobby.
Bonnie is fascinated with the kittens. Inside she will watch them through the glass door until I tell her to go to bed and outside well she just wants to play mum.
She does get over excited at times and I need to tell her to sit and be calm.
I love seeing her with the kittens.
This is the little girl Hiccup.
The female is paler and lacks the grey crown, white cheeks, black bib and eye stripe and chestnut brown nape, but has a straw coloured stripe behind the eye.
The warning before the baby photos 🙆♂️...
Twins are up to 35 weeks today 😮😮 oh so so proud of Shelly, she is the best baker ever 😍😍 they could come any time now, so damn exciting! Although I'm not quite sure how the cats are going to react!
I know I know, you all signed up to follow my Astro and Landscape images... #SorryNotSorry #TwinsRule
Antietam was the bloodiest one-day battle in the American Civil War. Attack and counterattack across the cornfield mowed down men and cornstalks alike. Confederates burned nearby Mumma farm buildings so that the Union couldn't use them.
Mumma , Please come soon...We are Hungary .Its a Mother's Day tribute!
to day is a great day for our fostering mother
to day is Mothers Day
on this day i was lucky to shoot a series of photos of three kids of parakeets ,who were waiting for food they are fully dependent on their mother for food,shelter, protection ,
we respect all life giving mothers to day
to submit our all well wishes by virtue of this we all are here
god bless every mother of every species
Rakesh Sharma
Please see this live video on the rose ring necked parakeets and fostering to their offspring by crop milk and idle parental care exhibition behavior to-above photo series in my you tube account named as desertsanddunes
the link is given below
Today was the first day my big boy spent the whole day at kinder (9am-3pm) which left poor Will feeling sooo lost. It was far too hot to play out-side (the reason why the curtains are drawn) and he has never really had to think how to entertain himself before as his big brother has always led the way for him. He spent the majority of the day peering through the curtains awaiting his return.......
Woof … forget the usual Mumma or Dadda. This was my first word.
It’s one of my mum’s favourite stories she has from when I was a kid. I was on the floor playing with my alsatian*. My Mum looking on lovingly as only mothers could. Then … woof.
It’s a simple story, void of complex details and narrative. It hasn’t changed my life, and most likely, will not change yours. Yet, I love it never the less.
I didn't know it then, neither did Woof. But what we’d begun was a lifelong connection.
I don’t know who gave it to me, all I know is that it’s always been there. A gift from my parents or possibly a close family friend or simply a reason against a real pet. A stuffed Alsatian, his mouth always open and his tongue forever out. My creatively new no boundaries, plainly I called him ‘Woof’.
At four I’d carry him through our house by his tail, his head knocking on my knees. Any toy as good as Woof, are designed for such disrespect. It wasn't all harsh for Woof, he spent episodes of He-man and Monkey Magic tucked safely under my arm.
I’d tie Woof to the hill hoist before spinning, his body became my target. Cricket bats, ninja kicks, whatever took my fancy. Why are ten year old boys so devious? A question Woof would love answered.
You can see evidence of a tough life through the scratches in eyes but despite they way I treated him, his haircut hurt the most.
I was well past the “stuff toy age”, close to my teenage rebellion. To Woof’s horror, a pair of scissors and an attitude created not only a hacked Mohawk but a lifetime of bad hair jokes.
I hacked his fur to pieces and strip left down his back. Keeping it close on his face and tail and chopping pieces of his ears. People often say the difference between a good and bad haircut is two weeks, but for Woof, a stuffed toy all pain.
Many years have passed since then, but still I'm close to Woof. My hairdressing days finished long ago, my baldness my only payment. Thankfully, he hasn't held grudges, despite his hacked up looks.
I no longer own Woof, he’s now my daughters pet. I only hope she’s loving, scissors and woof should have never met.
Woof has given me memories, fun and love gone by
My daughter now loves him dearly, despite the scratches on his eye
A tough old bugger with a heart of gold, who put up with me as a boy
A friend indeed, the perfect dog, more than a stuffed toy.
*Note to parents, do not let your babies play unsupervised with a real Alsatian.
Yes Mumma goat you deserve to shake your head at these 3 day old triplets wearing you out on a property near Katherine in Australia's Top End.
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After a long night laying eggs up on the beach, Mumma turtle returns to the ocean. You can see a sandy teardrop falling from her eye. ff
Serp Iwashi footsteps were unaturally loud as a certain resonance is held within the tunnels mouth. No pulse running through that skin..no warmth..his movements almost casual if not for the obvious hinderance of such an overbearing sculpture of steel and wires..Stepping nearer as he hovered above the woman..The faintest seism of his weight almost bending the street to his will as those jaws remained clenched above.Lowly hissing slipping through as that immense palm would move to rest atop the right shoulder..a greeting..an acknowledgement..
Ashur Kentoku follows Anna's gaze and smiles at the two kittens.
Jason Rae looks to Shadowkat with teary eyes, didnt know what point she was making, and keeps crying
Ashur Kentoku quickly whips her face toward the tall black figure and narrows her eyes. She watches warily, flexing her clawed fingers....
Rogue Tuqiri blinks, the low growls still rolling up and tumbling through her vocal chords as she watched the thing... man... whatever it was, approach. All the hair that dusted her velvety skin was raised, a fear rolling through as she couldn't identify what it he was. Frightened eyes darted to Anna, and she shuddered.
Anna Newall feels Serp's hand on her shoulder. Her baser instincts scream out for her to scoop Chan up and run. If her mind were clearer, she would probably listen to that instinct. In her current enraged state, she stands her ground. She imagines that she is channeling Serp's imposing presence through her contact with him. In her mind's eye, her eyes have even begun to glow red as she stares at Chan. "Serp... if you don't mind, I will have to talk to you later. I have an important family matter to attend to here. Chan, I can accept that you really forgot not to ride your scooter... but why did you lie to me about it on the phone? You said you didn't know where it was when it was RIGHt under you."
Channel Liberty whimpers, staring up at her mother and Serp faceing her almost as one person, she falls back completely on her tail as she backs against the wall, "ah..ah got mixed up! ah tol'ju ah weres settin' on it after! ah din't mean t' Lie Mumma!!"
Channel Liberty brings one hand up protectively as she pushes back against the wall, tears forming in her eyes as she stares upward at them in sheer frightened terror
Serp Iwashi would resist the temptation to draw an index finger aside his temple in some scratching motion..Disregarding wishes was all too enjoyable with razored ends clawing into the slope of the shoulder region..No verbal remarks..no quips..just holding her there..A prism of that hatred unlocked and rushing through that touch as he would continue to squeeze and squeeze..Who was she to speak to him in such a manner..His eyes locking over the child..watching the expression that he knew would follow and nearly tasting it as the squirming would likely ensue.
Ashur Kentoku keeps watching the tall dark figure...she remembers past encounters with it and stands ready in case it decided to...misbehave.
Jason Rae says in a low tone "I hidings from da ememies"
Anna Newall feels a blossom of searing pain blooming outward from her shoulder as Serp begins to damage flesh and connective tissue. She can hear her bones creaking under the strain. Fighting to maintain a steely mask, she can't conceal a slight quiver in her lip and the hot glaze of tears forming over her eyes. She takes a deep breath to steady her voice. Sensing that she has made a dire mistake by ignoring her instinct to run, she does the next best thing. "Go home, Chan. Go to the Center with your scooter. Do not stop anywhere until you get there. Don't leave the Center for any reason unless Dani or I gets you. Do you understand?"
Channel Liberty nods mutely, still staring upward fearfully at both of them
Jason Rae says in a whispers "Da tewworist that attacked my's book"
Serana Aridian watches still, trying to figure out what is going on
Anna Newall struggles to control her tone as Chan sits motionless instead of doing as she's told. "Go, Chan!" Anna feels her voice cracking as she says the only thing she wants Chan to remember, if this should be the last time they speak. "I love you, Chan. Go home, and be good for Dani. I love you."
Rogue Tuqiri looks up at the Serp, at the mamma kitty, then at Chan. Very slowly, she leans over, nosing the kitten's ear to spur her along.
Fern Sabre wonders if she should just walk by or stay and help. She see's Anna is hurt and can hear a strain in her voice. She looks at the others wondering why no one is doing anything.
Channel Liberty slowly moves at first, then turns and crawlls as fast as possible on all fours, until she's at the end of the tunnel where she breaks into an all out run!
Serp Iwashi stayed silent for a few passing seconds..The abscence of the lips largely masking his expressions yet the sadistic bliss gleamed through tainted ink..Some ebon plague running the course of those patches pulling into a smirk..The tremors of laughter stirring within his hull as he lowers his head down beside Anna's left ear.."How many -children - do you have miss..newall..." Shearing quality to his mechanical vocals lingering for some time as it would invade the fleshy interior of her means of hearing..The grip unfalteringas his massive frame held close to her backside..The weight comming down and a chill through not fear perhaps but the physical contact from eduded frost like sheathes of plates rubbing against the flimsy cast of her garb.
Ashur Kentoku steps foward as she realizes the dark figure is hurting Anna and extends her claws, whipping one hand up to the dark creature's throat area to rest the diamond-hard, razor-sharp claws against it..."Release her and step back," she purrs. "Now. Or I will decapitate you, and I doubt you could function well without a head." Her tone is quiet but clear, her pale eyes dance with fire...
Rogue Tuqiri chuffs, watching the tiny ne leave, then bristled a little more and panted her feet behind her, eyeing the dark and fear-inspiring apparition that was waking pain in Anna's shoulder like a nightmare. She spat a hiss in it's direction, the heart beat in her chest pounding wildly in her ribs. She slinks back into the wall, bumping the forgotten scooter, ears laid back, eyes darting to either end of the street.
Anna Newall stares at the wall in front of her and gives Serp a vague answer, as though from very far away. "Wherever there is need, I find children. I am mother to the poor, the tired, the huddled masses. If I should meet my end here today, I shall only regret that I did not touch more souls." Anna looks to her left and then to her right, though it hurts to move her neck. "You should all go. I love you for your show of concern, but what happens here will happen whether you intervene or not."
Ashur Kentoku shakes her head..."I've fought and driven off this creature before, and it had help the last time. I'll do better this time." She keeps her eyes trained on the red orbs and speaks to Serp..."This is not a matter for discussion. If you do not release her within seconds, I will carry out my threat." She tenses as her enhanced reflexes hum and the world seems to slow down around her....
Serp Iwashi held a certain composure with feline claws drawn like daggers about the thick gullet..It seemed to hold a ponderosity to the thickness with those skull adorned features contorting to meet the brazen cat..Single eye gravitating to meet the indignation within the face of one he had met before. Without the momenentum he doubted she could carry through such a strike..perhaps a more pez despenser like end to the nefarious one..Anna's words well absorbed for further thought..Full attention drawn to Ashur.." You failed before..and you will - fail- again..."Crackling of each digit peels away from the flesh and matted cloth now soaked under his grip..Almost clinging as he releases to let Anna tumble forward..His head slowly risen back to resume his full stature..though wary of this one..not the typical neko by any means..
Jason Rae nods to her "I goes home nows"
Ashur Kentoku smiles..."Your memory must be damaged, because I did not fail to stop you from kidnapping one of the Pride back then, and I have succeeded in securing the release of Anna now." She keeps her clawed hand gripping the creature's throat and says, "Anna. Go. Get help for yourself. Serp and I will finish our conversation here."
Rogue Tuqiri bounds forward, purring comfortingly to Anna, and decided that if she understood the way humans interacted, she'd do somethign appropriate. As it was, she found herself in a perverted urreal place, save that the blood she scented on Anna was real, and the fear that stammered her set her adrenaline ablaze.
Anna Newall feels a sweet throbbing of residual pain and a rush of endorphins as Serp releases her. Her pulse is racing, and though she knows she will be in pain for days, she feels more alive in this moment than she has in a very long time. Her right knee threatens to buckle and betray her, but she shifts more weight on to her metal left leg, the fearless, cold, lifeless artificial limb that never trembles, never cries, never complains... despite the abuse she has heaped upon it. She is shaken out of her stupor by Ashur's words, and she says the only words that she can force her lips to form. "Thank you."
Anna Newall sees Chan approaching and is spurred into action. She starts to lift her right arm to point, but she is quickly reminded that her right side isn't functional right now. She points with her left hand instead. "Home, Chan!"
Channel Liberty comes running back down the ramp and stops short as she stares at Serp and Anna
Channel Liberty looks up at Anna, "ah wen' an' got help..." she replies so quietly she can barely be heard
Eamon Cale draws his guns smoothly. Holding one behing his back, he steps in front of Chan, eyes darting over the scene before them.
Elise Capalini eyes Ash and Serp--and leaves them be. Tonight is not her night to be fucking around with nasty tempered mechs. "Chan, Anna, out of here now," she says in a low growl.
Serp Iwashi stygian form seemed to ooze an unseen black tar through ones skin..The penetration was enough to plant the seeds of corruption inside he flesh..Abstract maggots boiling under the skin like each one of the children she wished to save..Her body some vessel of protection now pierced..A web of deciet and lies that ran deep within midians roots that only he could so masturfully tame..An awakening as the most devious grin was birthed out of the shadows of his features..Clicking marks shifting his jaws rotation with metal on metal grazing one another through unnaturally large incisors..shearing measures to rend the flesh right off that frame..An air of sarcasm dribbling out through such lazy mannerisms as elongated digits wriggle about below..Descended vision taking note that the claws were still there..The rolling of machinery through the copious depth of his neck..Teeth gnashing down in a clangerous bite..though amusement roiled in each strike..chattering.." Why not continue this at another location..
Serp Iwashi or do you wish to be broken in front of the mob..."Crimson pools englightened in a glow over that malleable texture of flesh he knew so well..furr or not..all the same..like pale moon light consumed by demonic energies to givr a tinge to her skin.. The deep resonance within his unfathomed tone overshadowing all other sounds if even for a moment.
Anna Newall looks at the people that Chan has brought to render aid. She isn't accustomed to running away and leaving others to fight in her stead, but she finds that she has no other choice. She has a child to think of, and she's not the young lady she used to be. Silently, but with a nod to each of those present, she begins walking toward the MCMC with a sense of purpose, pausing only to snag Chan's arm and pull her along. She tries not to think about the priest, the philanthropist, and the friend that she has left behind with the monster.
Elise Capalini looks at Auntie and Eamon. "Ash can handle him," she says softly.
Ashur Kentoku waits until she hears Anna and the kittens have moved away, then slowly releases her clawed hand from the dark creature's throat, letting it slide down the chest before giving a firm shove, showing some strength for her small frame, the motion pushing her and the figure another pace part. "Oh, here is just fine," she purrs. "I don't mind where you get your come-uppance, if thats' what you want." She stands ready, clawed hands flexing and ready to rend and tear, her lips in a gentle smile....
Eamon Cale half-turns his head, watching as Anna leaves with her daughter. His gaze flicks to Elise, at her quiet words, but he doesn't leave just yet. Torn between his nature and what looks like a lass who knows what she's doing, he scowls at Serp and Ash. "We can't just fecking -leave- her..."
Elise Capalini watches Anna and Chan go, only partially relieved. Her mind is on Laz and Bianca; she knows that Eamon is right--God will be with both of them this night, but still. "Eamon, I need you," she says in a low, firm tone at his shoulder. "I need your help with Bianca. Ash," she calls down, "we can't stay--I have cats in trouble."
Ashur Kentoku: "Then tend to them," she mews, without looking back, watching the dark figure before her. She focuses her attention on the figure before her...
Serp Iwashi let out some odd mechanized wail..Ethereal in the ghostly quality held to the one known as the shadow warden..Something so refreshing as he basked in the challenge presented before him..Hissing pops of dense machinery rolling his cranium about..Chest plates perked out momenentarily as he suckled in a great breath..as if to steal some of that precious air..to pick up on all the little tastes that could be carried in through such scents..Cybernetic orbs swirling about as the smoothness of that supple skin would tease him.." You may strike at will..."There was no fancy stances..no battle formation of sorts..to stand there merely talle and coldly evil..Cold lenses falling down the trail of her bare flesh..Rugged chin dipped slightly as a demented tilt accompanied that fixation..The rumbling of that stentorian tone frightfully blunt in its display with illusions of fear nothing more then that..His heel driven further into the cracks now spreading outward under his bulk..
Catabolis Plutonian turns, a red flush still evident on his cheeks. HIs eyes widen at the scene behind him, then narrow into tiny slits. He could spot the one called "Ash" and Elise in the distance, and a whole host of strangers.
Eamon Cale exhales. He can't argue that. And neither can he argue that the lass facing off against Serp looks neither worried or ready to back down. He swears again under his breath, but nods grimly and holsters his guns. St. Michael would be getting a bloody workout tonight. "Right, let's go," he rasps, and turns away, starting up the street.
Ashur Kentoku: ...and says, "Unlike you, I do not relish inflicting pain for the joy of it. I am, however, very good at doing the same in order to protect myself and my friends. As previous experience with me should have taught you. And so, unless *you* wish to strike, I suggest that we go our separate ways." Her voice is, as always, quiet but clear, her eyes still filled with that pale fire, staring into the dark figure's red orbs, unflinching...
Serp Iwashi diabolical glimpse would be taken within that flimsy cast of flesh..already condeming the woman..Ruby consistancy shimmering through his sight as he canted his head region down..Palms inched behind his backside..Perhaps a bow of some sort to allow the combat to ensue upon such a gesture..Ghastly set of incisors clenching tighter as that cackle that had haunted the streets countless times before now slipps through the cracks..of such a grin..A vast fiery pit waiting to be unleashed as if his exterior was a molten cast.." Very well.." His only utterance as he held his height as leverage against her..LIke hellfire fallen from the heavans those eyes dramatically bolster with renewed presense..nearly blaring against those lighter tones like a scarlet beacon..Shrieking of obsidian blades emerging from his backside as the tails of his coat flail behind the movement..Deceptively slow in movement but coiled with enough of that savored energy now released as the entire form shifts off to her right..Knees drawn dow
Serp Iwashi drawn down to lower his own stance as whirling blades try to embrace her from the backside in the last hug she would likely ever recieve if full successful..Violence begeting more of the same..something he drank in large quanties alongside the last squelched cries drawn into that void..
Ashur Kentoku sees the movements begin, fast but not fast enough, her heightened reflexes and central nervous system humming with energy...she pounces gracefully into the air, leaping upward and allowing the blades to sweep by below her and, at the apex of her evasive leap, she snaps a leg out at the creature's face, her booted foot striking like a maddened snake...her feline heritage allows her powerful leaps to the safety of the rootfops, and powerful attacks if she chooses to use that power in such a manner as now.
Serp Iwashi felt the rush of air through a gust now blowing aside ebon folds about the layers of that leathery containment. The boot squarely planting itself along the side of the titanium sheath that held the virtually only vital organ that still existed within the abomination.. Vibration spreading through the construct with a snapping sound forcing a region of his neck exposed..yet there was no grunt..no painfully voiced expression..Steel like determination only rivaled by the very carapace he adorned..Left palm slamming into the asphalt with a blade clattering off to the distance yet his right remained true with a flick of it held downward trying to catch that infamous Achilles tenon running along the same means of her attack..
Ashur Kentoku snaps a clawed hand down in a blurred arc to intercept the strike aimed at her legs, the claws digging in and hopefully doing some damage...she uses the kinetic energy from Serp's strike and her parry to twist and roll in mid-air, her body sliding past his as she descended to the ground to land in a crouch to the side and slightly behind him...
Serp Iwashi rabid emotions that would bring an ordinary being to that adreneline seem entirely unnessecary through such a nearly insurmountable shell..Nails trying to dig in almost feathering accross the bulk of his forearm trying to rend the alloys away from its master.Torn bits raked away though largely still in perfect harmony with the rest of his form.That smile..a cracked image in some twisted reflection of her inner desires to rend him apart as the blade retracts..the tip held low..His left palm relieving the pavement of that burden and slipping within his coak as a wary eye is cast from the corner of crimson spheres..
Ashur Kentoku uses her advantageous position to strike hard and fast, a double claw strike aimed at the arm with the blade....designed to pierce and rupture even strong armour, they hiss through the air, seeking...
Serp Iwashi shadowy siloulette shadow seemed to part ways away from its creator as crimson glare heightens..Fiery embers purged from the charred peelings of his constuction as those claws sought to pierce him. Fine spindles unravel about his left palm during near enevitability of the attack hitting its mark yet that arm would quickly rise to let them dip under it..Exposed wrists calling for the hooks ends to tie it together..Black peelings littering the pavement below with thick mechanical digits trying to work about those slender wrists.
Ashur Kentoku carries her strike through into a twist and pivot of her body as the arm jus barely escapes her claws, and she spins in place, the dark figure's questing digits going astray. As she spins, she lashes out with a booted foot from her semi-crouched position, the whiplash-fast attack aimed at the back of the figure's knees, in order to knock it down...
Serp Iwashi grappling talons of his hook clatter over the pavement again as one knee buckles he would remain there and simply fling the rustic tool right beside her face..Likely merging with those silky strands and arriving out the other end as he would pull back the moment it passed her to hopefully catch her and rip her back within his grip ..A switch off from one hand to the other as the opposing palm held that blade waiting to carve her to his desires.
Ashur Kentoku bends aside as the hook flashes at her face, again her reflexes up to the task, and brings her hands up to grasp the cable attached to it, swinging the hook around and over her head then toward Serp, aiming its course to wrap the cable around him and possibly dig in as it was meant to dig, thus giving her the space she wanted to jump away...
Serp Iwashi ducks in much the same fashion though lacking the feline grace in a more jerk of his facial construct..A rather feigned gruntish mark of his agitation as the cord is looped about his biceps..now overing the expanse of his chest in some constriction..His position changed as his heels kick up small bits of rubble to tower over her though still entangled in his own means of capturing the crafty cat..Narrowing his vision to reduce his sight to slits of cardinal..Growing irritation fueling him as she jumped well out of distance.
Ashur Kentoku leaps onto the nearby rooftop and turns to face the darkness below..."I'll always be here, creature, " she hisses. "Always, and I'll stop you at every turn." She smiles again, and leaps away into the shadows that she too, loves, perhaps at least as much as he did.
Serp Iwashi orbs rolled over once with his chest heaving..plates expanding about the pectoral region and biceps alike..His own chord offering little resistance as the cable snaps with a final breath to loosely fall below those heels..Tubular protrusions funneling out his aggravation in beckoned fumes as he sneered..
wheare r u going mumma.....both cubs r so cute...i was in love with them.....3 one was just hiding behind ....i have spotted this mother n 3 cubs for more than 45 min....but then time restrictions n rain both ruined my happiness...
you.. the real juggler, balancer, care taker, nourisher, home maker, teacher, protector, friend, well wisher, scolder... all in one, and my best mumma!
...Happy mother's day mumma!
Wishing all of you mothers and would be ones, a Happy Mother's Day.
Today I went out to shoot after more than 6 weeks. My foot is better now and am able to live a normal life. So perhaps I would end my theme based shots (posted from archive) for some time, though I have lots of pending :)
I know I have 2 things pending:
- getting back to your comments and
- to post my thoughts (on what distrurbed me yesterday). Wld do so in due time.
Mumma Farm/ Antietam Battlefield
Ilford Pan F +, 120mm
6x12 Format, 6x12 DaYi Back, Zero Image Camera 4x5
Ten feet from that structure in the middle but the camera has a 25mm focal length. It creates a wide angle shot. I will be adding an extension to make it 50mm, get more of that structure and less vignetting. With all the vignetting it has, it takes a lot of trial and error to print.
Lately we tried them out on Weetbix ( full grain organic) and they
love them - bit crumbly but even Rosie reached into the bowl last
night (too dark for decent photos) and selected Weetbix over all the
other offerings - how's that for an endorsement :-))
A beautiful female Kangaroo with her joey in tow was spotted during our visit to the 4x4 driving track at Sanderston, about 85 kilometres East of Adelaide on Sunday 7th of August 2016.