Strangers in Mid - Flight.

Nothing much has been happening here these past few days. No.2 son goes back to school on Thursday. This is his last year of High School, so we have been getting things ready, picking up school books, checking that his uniform still fits blah blah  blah. I hate this time of year because it is disastrously expensive.

The little turtle that dropped from the sky, whom we named Squirtle, was handed over to Wildlife rescue. They will release him/her somewhere safe. We were becoming quite attached to it. Another visitor dropped in. A large Dragonfly. I usually get rather small ones buzzing around the place, but this is definitely in the Sumo wrestler category.

It's quite a beauty.

 Sorcha is still slapping Baxter around. As he walked past her the other day, she just extended her paw and whopped him in the head. I think I like this girl!!

It's Raining Turtles.

Strange things always happen around my place. Take today for instance. There I was minding my own business when I thought it was all too quiet. Hubby was watching some television, No.2 son was in his room, the cats and the dog were all accounted for. Wait a minute, there is one more dog who is outside and being way to quiet, and you know what that means. Yep, trouble.

So I look out he back door and there is Sorcha looking back at me very oddly. The first thing I spot is my container of fishy fertilizer now has puncture marks in it and is leaking all its contents. Then there was that odd look. I walk towards her and notice an odd shape on the ground. To my astonishment she is playing with a little turtle. I pick the poor darling up and race back inside. Hubby and  No.2 son couldn't believe that I was indeed holding a turtle.

It is a Common snake-necked turtle who in summer can make extensive overland migrations to find water. We think it was ambling along and was picked up by a falcon or eagle. I think it was the latter as when I looked out a little later, a huge bird was taking off from next-doors tree. Hubby thinks it was trying to land in our tree and dropped the turtle. So we are taking it to a rescue place tomorrow. It's so cute.

Watching our every move.

Now a picture showing Sorcha sleeping. What is so interesting about that you ask? Hubby says she is a disgrace.

Humpy Humpy Romance - The Case of the Rejected Suitor.

One young,(neutered) gentleman named Baxter, in his prime and alone. Into his life crashes a beautiful vision, tall, lithe, hairy and single. Unfortunately also just been de - sexed.
All these unusual feelings are being stirred within him as she lies provocatively around the house.
" I know", he thinks to himself, " I'll just test out these unusual feelings on this hairy amazon".
So he saunters up to her as she lies carelessly on her bed. He batts his liquid eyes at her. He moves in and licks her on the face.

SMACK.

One slightly disoriented and confused Baxter lurches away. She can't be serious. He thinks he will try again, after all, he is devastatingly handsome.

SMACK.

Ok, the rejection is now complete.

I'm at a loss.

Baxter is such a pest.

I tried to tell him, really I did.

Haahaaahaaaa. I have been wanting to smack him for ages!!

Memories.

Yesterday was No.2 son's birthday. He turned 18. It is amazing that he is 18 because he was born premature and was not expected to last the night. The first 18 months were tough, but he came through it all with no hearing, eye or brain damage. A true miracle. A little girl was born on the same day and the same weeks premature. When we caught up with them 12mths later she was wearing hearing aids and had vision impairment. He won't be the tallest of men, but it is a small price to pay for life. I will be forever grateful to the staff at the specialist neo natal unit for the care  they showed both No.2 son and myself. Especially one male nurse who called my room in the wee hours of the morning, and said to come over to the unit as it was going to be No.2 son's first feed of breast milk, a whole 1ml.

I shuffled over and held No.2 son in my arms while watching the milk go through his feeding tube. That small kindness, I shall remember till the day I die.

Questions.

Who is sneaky, underhanded, stubborn and a foodaholic?

Sorcha.

 Who booted both Sorcha and Baxter out of their dog beds?

Supreme leader Ladybug.
 

Ah yes. Just another day at the office.

Let the games begin.....

Sunday:

Bonsaimum: Sorcha is scanning the perimeter. I think she is planning a breakout.
Hubby: No, she won't jump the fence. She is just checking the yard.
Bonsaimum: I still think she is planning something.
Hubby: You are worrying about nothing. Trust me.
Bonsaimum: It's not you I am worried about.


Fast forward to Monday morning:

Bonsaimum arrives home from grocery shopping. Notices one very harassed Hubby. Turns out that Sorcha used a compost bin that was against the fence as a launching pad to next doors backyard and their dog. Hubby was blissfully unaware until he heard yelping. She had finished playing with next doors dog and realised she could not get back over the fence.
One very embarrassed Hubby had to go and retrieve Sorcha from the neighbour who was also blissfully unaware that a strange large hound was prancing around with her 'guard' dog.

The result:

Compost bins emptied and moved. Trellis will be making an appearance on the fences to make them higher.

Just wait until he sees what else I have in store for him!

And....

It didn't take long.