8.15 am. Tooth-combed seven heads, had grand sport; mixed bag, measured one teaspoonful; cleanliness is next to godliness!

If all the introduced species were somehow miraculously removed, I seriously doubt whether many native species would be able to fill their niche and our cities would fall silent of birdcalls - lyrebirds aren't really into feeding on human refuse.

I don't relish the idea of going out tonight.

[…] the whole country’s awash in guns and Bibles,