Where we live.

Glen and I are driving down the hill.

We can see our house.

And we see a huge male emu grazing by the side of the road, completely unperturbed by suburbia.

And then, as we crawl down the hill so as not to spook it but to encourage it back to the bushland, it runs alongside our car for a while, and then sprints up the huge sandy hill into the bushland, really fast.

Glen said; 'it's a sign.'

And I was like, 'it's an emu!'

Photo of the day.

Colouring - I've just decided to radically change how I was going to colour the background, so this should be... interesting. I'd hate having to start this one again! But sometimes you just gotta take risks!