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I went for walk in the bush with my young grandson “Rocky”, that’s not really his name but that’s all I’ve ever called him. 
We went looking for firewood along a bush track near the northern boundary of my property; I’m probably the only one that ever uses it. We did end up finding a dead tree about a mile and a half in so I gave young Rocky (4 years old) a go at chopping it up.
The whole time in the bush I had to put up with him clapping his hands because his mother told him that would chase the snakes away.
In the end I told him if he didn’t stop clapping his hands I’d find a bloody snake and throw it at him.
Anyway here’s some pics.
A big old burnt out tree from a lightening strike.
Young Rocky do ‘in his thing.
Cheers, Ian.
We went looking for firewood along a bush track near the northern boundary of my property; I’m probably the only one that ever uses it. We did end up finding a dead tree about a mile and a half in so I gave young Rocky (4 years old) a go at chopping it up.
The whole time in the bush I had to put up with him clapping his hands because his mother told him that would chase the snakes away.
In the end I told him if he didn’t stop clapping his hands I’d find a bloody snake and throw it at him.
Anyway here’s some pics.
A big old burnt out tree from a lightening strike.
Young Rocky do ‘in his thing.
Cheers, Ian.
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