on 03-10-2015 12:15 PM
This is a thread with no particular
Topic so no one can be off topic 🙂
So if anyone out there has something
To say about anything you like now
Is your chance
Keep it clean
And be nice
See how long that lasts
Can we keep politics and religion out
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on 18-09-2016 05:28 PM
on 18-09-2016 08:45 PM
The currawongs are impressed by the apple pieces, though apparently they could be peeled, and cut thinner.
And possibly encased in pastry...
They stand on the table, eat the apple, then drop the skins on the ground.
And sometimes pieces of apple, as well.
It's their way of saying if there was more apple strudel, there'd be less apples strewn.
Well, they can live in hope, ha ha.
🙂
on 18-09-2016 09:31 PM
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on 19-09-2016 11:45 AM
There was a visitor to the the table last night.
An interesting little visitor...
Half the size of an adult possum.
A six-ish month old possum, not long out of home, exploring the big world.
Possibly the strangest thing was that Takeaway shared the table with it, no chasing it away, or being grumpy.
Watch out, Takeaway, it'll adopt you as it's surrogate "Aunty", and follow you everywhere, ha ha.
Sometimes the little ones latch onto an older female, and "adopt" them, even if it only lasts for a few weeks.
Obligingly, the little one climbed up the tree and I got to shine a torch on it and saw all of it's belly.
Unfortunately, at that age there aren't any lumps or bumps or marks that make it easy to determine gender, so I'll guess it's a girl.
I'll have to wait til tonight to see if she comes back, or whether the table / tree was just an interesting stopover on a longer journey.
And just quietly, not that I'm at all excited by the event, There's a baby possum! There's a baby possum! There's a baby possum! Ha ha.
🙂
on 19-09-2016 01:00 PM
on 19-09-2016 03:08 PM
A cockatoo is sitting on the fence when the crow lands on it.
The crow looks at the cockatoo, the cockatoo looks at the crow.
All of a sudden the cockatoo spreads it's wings and lunges at the crow, who, obligingly, jumps down into the garden.
Poor crow, he comes here and the cockatoos become belligerent, and all he wants is to grab a piece of bread and soak it in the birdbath.
Odd bird, ha ha.
on 19-09-2016 03:17 PM
on 19-09-2016 07:32 PM
The crow jumps down onto the ground to retrieve a piece of bread from under the tree.
The half dozen galahs sitting in the tree decided that they don't like him.
So they started yelling at him.
Harbinger of Doom!
Sorcerers' familiar!
Agent of darkness!
Creature of wickedness!
Bad bird! Bad, bad bird!!
They shrieked some really mean things.
I'm beginning to feel like I'm the only one here who's ever glad to see him, ha ha.
🙂
on 20-09-2016 10:46 AM
on 20-09-2016 07:50 PM
I've no idea if the little possum came back, or not, last night.
I think I'd have a better chance of winning lotto even though I haven't bought a ticket, than be in the right place, at the right time, to see her.
There was some possum traffic on the roof during the night, but not the pitter patter of tiny little feet.
Speaking of tiny little feet...
A week ago, jokingly, I wrote "Belly bulge?" in my diary, with reference to Takeaway.
She looked like she might have a bulge, but then, maybe not. It's hard to tell with her.
She got up this evening about five minutes late, and rather than hover in the doorway of the house she made her way out onto the bridge, and paused there.
Her belly fur's cream, and it seemed a bit strange that there was a dark shadow on it, so I grabbed the torch and had a quick look.
Somebody had some out of the pouch time, in the house, and didn't want to get all the way back into the pouch, ha ha.
Not that I can tell a lot about the health or vitality of a baby possum from it's leg, but it looked like a reasonably healthy leg, and I'm going to assume it was a lower back I saw, and a tail, too, just like a little black pipe cleaner.
Welcome, fourth child, I look forward to meeting you more formally, in the months to come.
🙂