Construction Zone...

Work has started on the new chook house and yard. The last two days have been spent sorting out what timber I can recycle from in the shed and what needs to be disposed of. I had just enough chain link to fence one side and the old kennel has the makings of a very cosy little nook. Some weathered driftwood will make an outdoor perch to climb or scratch around and I made a ramp so they can get into their house easily. Next jobs are a door for the front of the house, a couple of perches inside, put the gate in place. Hopefully I will find some time tomorrow to get some more done.

Changing Horizons...

One thing I have noticed here is how dramatically the skyline can change in a very short time. 

A beautiful sunset can be gone within minutes so whenever I see something interesting I make a mad dash for the camera in the hope of capturing it.

A Sunday Date With My Two Favourite Girls...

Was a beautiful day today and off we trotted to meet Bev and collect two dozen fresh free range eggs from her little suburban paradise. The girls (5) and (7) were quite eager to come along with Aunty to meet the hens and Bev was so obliging, even to the point of scrambling over a compost heap to nab one of the younger ones for the girls to hold. Unfortunately they weren’t having a bar of any of it so Bev’s efforts were in vain but she gave us a promise of a cuddle next time we visit. 

 

There was a lot of oohing and ahhing when out came twenty four eggs, all sizes and colours. One was still warm which brought a big smile to miss fives face. 

Then there was the careful transfer of eggs into the basket we had taken along...Funny how one minute kids can be crashing around like small wildlife in migration and then next minute as gentle as lambs.  

Each claimed an egg which was theirs and so those we cooked on the bbq tonight for tea...just delicious! Barbequed snags dipped into the yolk of a fresh free range egg *drool*I can say no more.

The blue ones were definitely the favourite of the day visually (they really are very pretty) but for taste, who knows...we all had a different type and we all loved them.  I will slowly make my way through the other twenty one then let you know.

No Cats Were Harmed In The Making Of This Blog...

Life is just one big adventure when you are a cat. Sometimes you hit and sometimes you miss...the latter being appropriate in this case. I’m not quite sure what happened (only Mr knows) but in he came some nights back, howling and drenched with a putrid smelling pond/swamp water. By the look on his face, he was less than impressed by the sudden dip he must have taken and I was less than impressed by the aroma emitting from under the coffee table. Little did he know how soon a second drenching was going to be! Into the shower for a warm but certainly not welcome hose down...followed closely by more yowls for freedom. A vigorous towel down later and his ego was restored but I’m sure he won’t make THAT mistake again...

  

I have never seen Mr with a bird but he does seem to be quite the mouse hunter. I put a couple of traps out the other night, last night the trap went off. All was going well until Mr decided it was now fair game and he would defend this mouse no matter what the consequence. So it turned out to be a case of...I grab cat, cat grabs mouse with trap attached. The trap is hanging off the mouse, who is hanging off the cat, who is hanging off me.  Ugh!

Operation: Detach cat.

Now you know the old saying, curiosity got the cat? Not even fifteen mins after the trap incident, Mr Nosy stalked into the lounge, sat down and proceeded to eyeball me. I could just tell he was looking for mischief by the frisky look in his eye but I carried on getting ready for bed and left him to it. I had just hit the sheets when it happened. All mouse traps must have mice in them, right?  S-N-A-P!