Today we went to a basket making class. When you travel with
Sally it’s a must.
Actually, our friend Emma arranged it just outside of
Warrnambool. On the way we called in at the local volcano park and saw the
mummy emu and her 3 babies. Except that I learnt that it was a daddy emu
because he takes over the child rearing responsibilities from the day the eggs
are laid for the next 18 months until the adolescents leave home – imagine
that. It motivates me to call my kids more often.
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| Daddy Emu and Co |
Afterwards we went to make baskets, all 4 of us. It was
quite a shock for me as I was the slowest and the least artistic. The others
made something beautiful that actually looked like a basket or a piece of art.
Mine got to the coaster stage, then I ran out of time.
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| My Great Ocean Coaster |
I wondered why men can make even basket making into a
competitive activity. Also I learnt that women can make baskets and talk at the
same time. All my cerebral capacity was employed in trying to achieve a tight
coil. Hopefully you will agree that it was time well spent.
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| And Sally's effort - this is what happens when you try talking while making a baskets |
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