Going after every kind of rat
Diary of the last eight hours
This is how our maunga was looking this morning. I call this work: Christina’s seaside village world, with bait stations.
It is the time of year for the grass to grow like nobody's business. It makes clambering up and down the banks to get to the rat bait stations a bit of a mission. But I no complain.
Someone in Scandinavia appeared in my timeline this m…