Did I already say fucken roll on winter. Well too bad, I'll say it again. 42.6 fucken degrees C in a fibro house. And all the neighbors have air cons, keeping them cool and pumnping out hot air for me to enjoy. I'd reckon in full on urban city areas the air cons would have a measureable effect on the local ambient air temperature.
Well I spose that I'm still better off than the roos in the piccy - they have just spent three days watching their home get fried and dodging being toast themselves. The other piccies were taken the day before the fire came through, driven by kabatic winds at about seventy km/h, ambient air temp of 40C plus, luckily most of the paddock grass was pretty well grazed short - some places were chest high and dry - they are just sand now. If the wind had changed we would have been joining the roos in looking fucking tired.
The avenue of trees are Lemon Scented gums, doesn't matter what time of year it is they smell fucken unreal. One day I will have an avenue of them leading to the cave...
Mummy roo looks tasty....mmmmm...time for tea.