With all the "tropical" storms we've been having, they had to appear sooner or later. Lucky for me, the husband just happened to be at his desk looking out the window. You can't see it in the photo, but they landed in the paddock next door. Tempted as I was to go & find the pot of gold, the thought of being up to my waist in mud & cow poo, with no shelter from the torrential downpour... yeah, not your thing either? Instead, I stayed within a skip, hop & a jump of the house & bottled them into my little black box.