Three bluetongues reside in our steep bush garden of sandstone ledges and the stumps of fallen trees.One is content to doze under a rock while around hereveryone chatters; one lost the pointy end of its tailto a neighbour’s cat and one dozes in the dead plot beneath brown grass cuttings and when disturbed, scampers off to hide in the drain under the steps. I’m tempted to give them Australian n ...
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