Thursday, August 28, 2008
I got to cuddle her while she purred non-stop, nuzzled my chin, sniffed my nose and mouth repeatedly--I'm assuming because she wanted to be sure it was me, after all! I haven't held her in over a week now.
So the Vet thinks Franny has turned the corner and we're all hoping she'll now begin to put some meat on her very little, thin bones. Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes and snuggles for Franny. I know she appreciates every one!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Hold ON! She's back!
Well, if that's the best you'll allow, I'll take it!
Thanks for your time.
(She did have her wings fully open a couple of times
--but of course--
it didn't happen when I had a camera to prove it!)
Still, these lovely creatures ARE so beautiful.
And this one seemed to be in pristine condition.
Maybe another day I'll get lucky and catch an opened-wing shot!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
It's hard when you adopt a little kitten that looks the picture of health and is full of energy--then begins a downward spiral so quickly, all the while you're trying to do everything you can to keep them healthy.
It is the cycle of life, I suppose, and gratefully wasn't a child. But our hearts have lots of room for love--and consequently--for pain. This pain in not as heart-wrenching as that of losing a loved family member, though some people count their pets as family. But, we are continuing to work to keep his sister from falling to the same fate. She seems more robust--though that didn't seem to be the case at the beginning.
Now, I'm hurting because my daughter, Sarah, is hurting, and because I loved the little kitty myself. She loves her little cats, and has wanted her own cat(s)--again--after having lost other cats/kittens due to health issues, as well, or because they simply got lost in the past.
Life--including death--continually challenges us. Hopefully, we'll grow and be better for the experiences. But right now, we're sad.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
It hopped off the edge and stood in the dirt at the base of the plant for a moment, then hopped to the opposite side of the pot. It flitted a way for a moment and returned, following the same behavior. The third repetition of his actions amazed me even more. He started tugging on one of the peppers! I couldn't believe it. Those peppers are spicy! He flitted off once more and then returned to tug on the pepper once again.
I mentioned it to my husband, whose back was toward the French doors so that he missed the entire escapade. He didn't believe me. I verified my comment by saying, "Look for yourself" without thinking that any movement on my husband's part would probably frighten the bird away. Well, Husband turned, bird skedaddled. Husband was not convinced. So, not willing to be disbelieved, I opened the French doors and pointed to the remains of the accosted pepper. The evidence was there! Husband took a different tack. "He better leave my peppers alone!" Then,
"Why would a red bird want to eat a jalapeno pepper? It doesn't make sense!"
"Okay; I agree, but he did bite on it, more than once! I don't understand it, but I know what I witnessed!" That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!
This is the evidence of the bird's designs on Husband's jalapeno pepper.
AND the damage he left behind!
When I went out, a moment ago to capture a picture of the poor pepper (evidence, you know) I was barely missed by a flying missile--yes that very large critter in the top middle of the picture above--the one that seems to be ingesting Basil nectar. That one!
This Basil Plant is a very close neighbor to the Jalapeno Pepper Plant. The activity around it (the Basil Plant) has been rather remarkable the past several days, too. One day I saw several very large Bumble Bees, some smaller looking Bumble Bees (or whatever they are--I'd say they were less than half, maybe only one third the size of the bigger ones), a yellow-jacket I mistook for a Honey Bee at first, and then a Humming bird came tasting the goodies provided by my well loved Basil Plant. The fragrance, I have to admit, is a bit heady! Were I an insect or nectar drinking bird, I too, would probably sup at that table.
Wait! I do sup at that table! I plucked several of its lovely leaves for my spaghetti sauce just last week. (So, it wasn't nectar. So what?) Of course, I also plucked some fresh Oregano and Rosemary leaves/sprigs to join the Basil. It (the spaghetti sauce) was yummy, if I do say so!
Okay. Back to the Bee. Confound it! It didn't want to sit still for two seconds for me to focus on it so I could get a good picture of it. (We're talking "portrait" mode here. No real zoom lens. I was six inches or less from this insect.) So, it was intent on its business, not mine. (I guess I can be thankful for that.) At any rate, while I was commanding it to be still for a least a moment, and clicking off as many shots as I could, I looked away from the camera long enough to notice its starboard wing wasn't whole. Poor baby! However does it manage to fly? (I'm really proud of this shot! I wasn't sure I'd managed it. I think I mentioned a post or three back that so many of the pictures I take with Husband's camera, I take virtually blind. I point, pray and click.)
I did manage to get a few other good shots of this little (BIG?) flying critter, but I didn't want to bore you! Perhaps these two will suffice.
Anyway, has anyone out there witnessed similar, weird behavior in red birds--or other birds--that you'd like to share? So now I have TWO questions for you folks out there: One about Cardinal Bird diets, and the other about How do Bumble Bees fly with missing wing parts? Please let me know.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
This cutie fur ball (below) is Zooey: pronounced like Zo--ee, from the title of a J D Salinger book. Zooey is a little male kitten. His face and other markings are preciously perfect and he knows how to use his good looks, let me tell you! That's not even mentioning his tiny, pathetic little "meow". Heart rending. I tell you, simply heart rending--just before you chuckle because you know he's using all his pull on your tenderest heart strings!
Sarah likes Zooey's natural "white eyeliner." He really is just too cute for words.
Just like a kitten should be!
It was really very difficult to take pictures of them.
1) They were fascinated by the camera--wanted to be right up in the lens,
2) were moving too fast for my novice skill status to get the shutter to click often enough or fast enough to catch their antics, AND
3) they desperately wanted to play with the wrist strap attached to the camera.
So after trying lebenty-times-seven times to get a few decent shots,
this was the best I could do for now.
(Jeanie! I forgot how to fix the line breaks! Before it didn't want to do it separate. Now it does and I don't want it to! Help!)
Monday, August 11, 2008
But, I have to admit, I kinda like seeing what others look like, so fair is only fair. I'm me and only LOOK like other people. (For over 40 years people have told me "You look just like . . ." Either that, or people begin talking with me as if I were that "Somebody Else.") But this (or at least that) is ME.
My daughter acquired, rescued, two very cute little kittens last week from an animal shelter. Or, was it the week before. I forget. Anyway, they are VERY cute, if I haven't mentioned that already. I wish I'd had the camera a couple of times when they were being exceptionally cute, but didn't, so today I've tried to rectify that situation.
Not being professional at photography really gets in the way, you know? Not to mention that kittens (starved for your 100% attention) tend to get in the way, too. In the way of being able to take pictures of their little cuteness. They, the kittens, think it's very important to run up your legs, run up your body to stare in your eyes, eye to eye, and mew the tiniest, softest, most heart-rending mews to keep you from snapping their cute little pictures. (I've not counted, but I'm thinking I may have nearly used up my "cute" quota for the day.) Maybe not.
I'll have to sort through the photos and try to edit out my feet, legs and other body parts not pertinent to cute kitten pictures and see what I can post in the near future.
Friday, August 8, 2008
The humidity was abundantly evident this over-cast morning--not as oppressing as the 100% humidity yesterday morning, but still enough to be uncomfortable--as I took a young friend to work. After dropping her off, I moved further west, not far, to pick up a couple of grocery items and a little cash before heading back home.
Returning to my car I noticed the heavy laden gray clouds to the east pierced with a few subdued golden shafts of sunlight erupting slightly right of my center-view. Nice effect for morning, I thought. As I began to drive through the parking lot to leave, I noticed blue patches of sky framed by fluffier, thinner, contrasting white clouds in the west. I turned east heading home. Minuscule water droplets suddenly began appearing on the windshield. The further I drove, the more frequent the droplets. Before long I could hear the raindrops landing with increasing regularity. The road began to glisten with its newly acquired layer of moisture. After turning north, an occasional huge drop of rain dripped from an overhanging tree branch to splat on my windshield along with the increasingly frequent smattering of tiny ones. The raindrops increased in intensity the further I drove. Hmmmm. Another east-to-west pattern--that's different, I thought. Usually it's the opposite.
TS Edouard--Why again, did they forget the "o" at the end? I mutter to myself. Often.--came in the traditional way--counter-clockwise--east-to-west earlier in the week. We prayed for rain. Edouard(o), passed us by with nary a drop. Glad it never became a hurricane, however!
So, when I got home I thought: Wow! RAIN! Actual, water falling from Heaven! I'm so grateful! The grass is burning up, along with a plethora of other what-should-be-green growing things. I'm SO grateful for the rain. I won't have to water today! (I'm sure our water bill will be at least triple the norm as it is.) I feel particularly blessed because I haven't done anything particular to have this prayer answered!
Then I thought another minute. Hmmmm. Well, I did get my husband's truck washed yesterday. I did water all the plants. We are going off this weekend. And, of course, I did pray for rain--not terribly fervently--but I DID pray for some.
At any rate, when I got to the house, I got out in the rain--sans umbrella--pushed the garbage can out to the road, then got the few groceries out and brought them inside. I had water trickling down my head to my neck. The shoulders and back of my shirt were rather damp. A couple of minutes later I hugged my daughter before she went through the door on her way to work. She stopped, grimaced slightly, then wiped off the excessive moisture I'd unwittingly left on her cheek/chin. Oh! Sorry! See you Sunday. Have a great day.
At least she smiled and said, "Bye, Mom. You and Dad have a great weekend."
And maybe we just will! I know I'm happy it rained--and it's supposed to continue doing so. Good start, right?