Melting...

It has been incredibly hot in Port Elizabeth.

Melt the mascara off the eyes hot. Can't wear high heels hot.

Ice-cream for dinner hot. Except I have to make smoothies as I can't have ice-cream due to chocolate ban - 28 days and counting. Whoohoo.

I have forcibly evicted the frogs from the garage for their own survival.

Jean Luc, the mongoose, has been swimming in the bird bath. He must be very dirty or possibly peeing in the water as now all the birds refuse to bath there. Instead I have to turn the sprinkler on for them.

The peacock possibly died of heatstroke as I haven't seen him for days. Stanton only peek out of shell every now and again as if to avoid the vigourous shaking I gave him when I though the neighbour killed him by driving over him with a tractor.

 
The owls look hungry. I guess catching a mouse in this heat  will be like catching a piece of biltong. I don't like the way they are looking at Jean-Luc however.

The geese have left the building and are camping out at the damn 24/7 where they intimidate the ducks and have violent goose-water-wrestling matches.

As a result the band of Hadidahs have returned to their old unfortunate ways of sitting on the roof in the morning. It annoys the geese no end, but there is nothing they feel like doing about it.

The horse have not tried to escape. Neither has the big. Both are keeping to the shade.

Even Crazy Brown Bird only pecks a few times at a single window every morning before he collapses under the sprayer.

And that says a lot.