Much as I love Rosy, who is the cutest thing ever (can you imagine a baby one 😍, like some sort of distilled essence of cute) and so cuddly, I've spent the morning with a delegation of quokkas who are worried that we don't think they're cute anymore.
It started out quite business-like, they had a spoke quokka. They were at pains to stress that they liked Rosy, they also thought she was cute. However, they shortly all dissolved into tears and I had a lapful of weeping marsupials.
I explained it was just the novelty. We still loved them. They were still cute. I mean have they seen themselves!?
Eyes were dried, chins were chucked, cheeks were gently pinched, heads were ruffled. I think they were a little embarrassed* *for making a fuss at the end, but they still seem a little tender.
So, just before I go to change into dry, less salty clothes, I thought I'd give everyone a heads up.
One of the big trees has come down next to the meadow. No damage otherwise, no one was hurt. The capybara want to know if we want to do anything with the timber.