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Cassie’s three kittens are growing. They already have distinct personalities and are much more trusting of me than their mum. Honestly, I didn’t think I had a favourite until I processed this picture. Adorable.

On Wednesday, we went to Bendigo, where I had an ultrasound on my left shoulder. The girl who did the scan showed me a bubble of fluid in the bursa. I damaged myself about six weeks or so ago when I shifted a small pile of bricks. I should have used the wheelbarrow but decided it’d be good exercise to carry one in each hand for the multiple trips back and forth.

I had my blood taken Thursday morning, covering all the usual health markers one gets checked at my age. I’ll get the results in a phone consult with my doc next week. My covid booster is booked for the first week of January. Mr. R. is getting his today.

We haven’t taken out the camper trailer since March 2019. Perhaps, once we’re both boostered up, we’ll venture out.

Can hardly believe the weekend is nearly here already!

Thanks for looking. Stay safe.

🙂

Post 21/365 (missed 11)

cats

How cute is this!

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Looking out across the farm next door, this morning.

Couldn’t see any kangaroos, just sheep and cows. I miss seeing the hay rolls dotting the hill.

We’re expecting 28° C today. I love the smell of my pine chip paths on these warmer days.

I fished this pic out of my recycle bin to show you one such path. I usually check my garden before feeding the cats. I don’t suppose I can call them ‘strays’ really, as they were all born either here or next door. They often follow me. After they eat, I barely see them. By making them wait, I get to enjoy their presence.

This part of the back garden is very much a work-in-progress. I intended Old Tom having a scratch as the subject, but the lens picked up Timmy behind the big rock. Yes, that’s Cassie.

I expect to remove most of the edging rocks as they become overgrown with plants, their job done.

Lately, whenever I mention Cassie to Mr. R., I call her Sasha. Now I have that name stuck in my head. Sasha was a grey cat, adopted when my girlfriend had to have her cats rehomed, some thirty years ago! The brain is getting lazy, methinks.

Thanks for looking.

🙂

Christine

Post 20/365

Agricultural, Animals, cats, cows

Summer morn

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I thought I’d spotted a brand-new bird at the birdbath this morning. I could see how it was a New Holland Honeyeater, but it had a rufus forehead.

I got the bird book out. Nope, no such variation on the New Holland Honeyeater page. I saw it again up the back yard and I wondered how it could get paint, or something, on its head like that.

I wondered if it was from the newly-flowering flax plant, for I was pretty sure it had flown from that direction as I approached.

I poked one of the flowers and the pollen smeared my finger. It was the same colour as the bird’s head.

I decided to keep a lookout for proof. As soon as my hand was on the back door knob, the honeyeater flew down from the gum tree to a flax flower frond. Luckily, I’d not long hung washing on the line, so I had somewhere to hide when I snuck back to catch it in the act.

Sure enough, it has pollen on its head.

See …

How good is that! Mystery solved.

Thanks for looking. Do have a great weekend. Stay safe.

🙂

Christine

On 15th November 2021, I declared I would blog every day for the next 365. Progress?

Posted: 19/365

Missed: 7

Birds

Rufus-headed New Holland Honeyeater

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