Amplify’d from www.theaustralian.com.au

HELICOPTERS hover noisily overhead, the occupants scanning the sheep-filled paddocks, undulating grassy terrain fringed with dark, forbidding bush.

DSE officials were stumped, and they were pulling out all stops to try to solve the mystery that had so far cost a Victorian farmer thousands of dollars in lost stock – and threatened the credibility of the department. Trapping, snaring and fur traps had all failed to reveal the true nature of the beast, so thermal imaging equipment was employed in an eleventh-hour bid to halt the stock losses. There was talk of wild dogs at the time, but none of the corpses bore the hallmarks of dog attacks. There was no mess and little blood, and most of the corpses were devoid of flesh with only head, hide and hooves left behind. It was, for the most part, a clean, clinical kill every time. Just as unusual – and even more disturbing – was the discovery early one morning of several sheep standing in a field, their faces mauled beyond recognition. They were still alive – just – but where a snout should have protruded from each woolly face there was now just a mass of red, shredded flesh and broken cartilage and bone. Read more at www.theaustralian.com.au

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wish I was not here at the moment

does anyone else out there have manx cats? just curious cause we have 2 half manx and half persian kittens

been a shit of a week with people dying, funerals and stuff! be glad when it's over!

OMFG! I just opened mine eyes, and lo! I have not updated this since the sun was actually shining in Melbourne… You would not believe the amount of people that are totally stalking me. I hope they bring chocolate!.

I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english with discovering time doesn’t stand still, learning to fart the theme to neighbours, just generally being not online in order to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day pisses me off from the moment my children manage to unlock my bedroom door and use me as a jumping castle to I am begging my kid to go to sleep or so help me God that kid will be decorating my wall, ‘Duct tape still life’. I am convinced that I absolutely deserve this after all my hard work. and that I can take that big badge off my head that says bad mother.

I swear on the bones of my ancestors I will make more of an effort to blog more often until the nice men in the white coats come back. You wanna test me? What do you mean you don’t believe me?.

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