Have seen NONE of these in the backyard.
TODAY I was supposed to be picking maggots out of sheeps’ bums, but devastatingly, the weather is too hot for it to go ahead. Instead I go along to the Castlemaine Art Gallery and Historical Museum.
Castlemaine’s not just famous for bacon, XXXX beer, treechangers and roo bothering. Robert O’Hara Burke was once a police inspector in the town, and an exhibition in the museum marks 150 years since the bungled Burke and Wills expedition that led to his death.
I am powerless to resist having a sniff of an 1860s police uniform that’s on display, but there are no interesting smells to report. The summer uniform is particularly jazzy: navy jacket, no shirt, white neckerchief and trousers. Better suited for a punt around Henley, really.
I also find a photo of the Garfield Water Wheel, the remains of which I nearly drove into when on a driving lesson jaunt.
Keeper? Yes.
Hey man, now you're really living 
I’m so tremendously excited about this post because when I was in year 11 our art class went on a tour of Victoria’s regional galleries and I distinctly recall the bizarre, un-anatomical way that stuffed cockatoo’s crest was rearranged. It’s so weird and almost comforting to see it again.
It’s a very mangy, macabre display that had me peering into the box for ages. Sounds like I’m not the first to steam up that glass, then!