27 August 2011

growing up

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We've been busy around here this week.

Someone turned the big five.

Someone is starting school on Monday.

The past five years have gone so fast.

I think I may cry.

22 August 2011

colour in the kitchen





We are currently working through the new colour scheme for our soon-to-be built new kitchen. I love the idea of a colourful kitchen but I think we'll go for a neutral look with impermanent accents of colour as I really like the light and airy Scandinavian look. In saying that, I do quite fancy that fuchsia pink wall. And I can't quite shake the idea of a black and white pinstripe island bench. Crazy, non?

Image sources top to bottom: housetohome, kate graeff, coco male, simply nattie

14 August 2011

for those fond of feather






Three weeks old, how do they grow so big so fast? I (the maid) cleaned out their nestbox today, a ritual that gives the girls and I a good chance to see their progress. I love their perfect little beaks and comical expressions.

I've never bred birds before (discounting the Chinese painted quail who do their own thing when I'm not looking). I've always housed birds that have been unwanted or a bit broken in some way (Panda the one-legged budgie, Toto the one-winged bird (cancer), a big green delightful blob of a budgie who was passed in at bird show). Oddly enough, when Panda-mono-leg-budgie came up for sale (I was at the show for other reasons but had a bidding paddle) I new I had to take him home and care for him, and nothing would stop me. But no sooner had I raised my paddle I noticed someone across the room start to bid too. A bidding war ensued, and dollar by dollar I knocked the other guy off at $21. What a light feather.

I even took on a cockatiel because he started chatting to me as soon as he saw me. He chatted all the way home in the car. Once home, he shrieked at me from the aviary outside, every single hour, every single day. I was driven to creeping past the windows that overlooked the aviary, and sometimes even drew the curtains so he wouldn't see me. He had plenty of feathered friends but he just wanted people around him. It was a tough time, but thankfully he outgrew it. I'm not sure of his background but birds (animals in fact) are the same as people, they remember stuff, good and bad.

12 August 2011

english country garden wedding

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The wedding of Miss Moss. Beautiful english countryside, just how a wedding should be. Wow, doesn't Lila Grace take after her mother.

via frolic via vogue

11 August 2011

7.22am

For just a few minutes at sunrise an intense orange-red light suddenly brightens up the still-dark house, like someone has turned on a red lightbulb in the sky. I played around with each image in photoshop, using the find edges filter. It's funny what stands out in each version. Notice the little bird singing his heart out at the top of the oak tree?

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5 August 2011

Spring in mid-winter


Some folk think it's spring here in mid-Winter. My budgie pair hatched out four chicks a couple of weeks ago and she's been the most incredible mother any helpless, wretched-looking, featherless chick could hope for. The chicks are in fact very cute, and three out of four have now opened their eyes and have scrappy little feathers. All I've done so far is watch from afar, and catch a sneaky photo when the mother was out of the nest box. But yesterday, mother bird did not look well. And I, too, have been a bit off-colour so the thought of taking over the feeding and raising of four tiny chicks as well as two preschoolers was filling me with dread.

After putting her chicks on a waterbottle swathed in merino offcuts (I just knew they'd come in handy one day) she and I took a long return drive to the vet last night (hoping like anything she would survive the journey let alone the treatment). After two injections (shudder) and a feed and prodding, and a night indoors with her chicks, she seems to be doing okay this morning (well, she's alive and that is a very good thing). The father, still in the aviary, looked rather lost this morning so I brought him in to join his family and he seems to have taken the extra responsibility in his feathered stride. I'm so proud of him, elated in fact! Right now, the entire family is snuggled in the next box, all feathers and feet overlapping one another. I read that budgies rally together when one needs help, which is really rather endearing.

And on another birdy note, have you seen the webcam of the penguin rescued here a few months back? I love that it's getting looked after and planned for release, but I have to admit I feel a bit voyeuristic watching him hang out in that little snowy enclosure. It's surprising how a wing flutter or head shake makes me smile as much as it does!