Ooooo ...

Someone outside the family has left me a comment, and by Jove, it is Captain Jean-Luc Picard himself. My heart is all aflutter! My (and several other million Star Trek female fans) favourite Captain of all time. Not as self centred as Kirk and not as painful as Sisco. And I do so love his You Tube dancing in The Picard Song. Needless to say - this has made me day. (Yes I am that easily amused!) lol.

Yesterday was quiet. The grandsons were given chocolate Easter Rabbits. Only about 25cm long, so they wouldn't be sick. The daughter bought a couple of crates of little eggs, one of which we gave to Her Ladyship who thought it was the best thing next to her biscuit of hay of a night. She just loves hay more than anything else. After that she chewed on the door handle a bit and wandered off.

She has found that the weed grass she normally rejects to the point of being her "toilet" now has sweet tips. The grass has grown to about 50cm and she is just picking off the very tops. She and Eternal Strangers used to use it, but she hasn't for ages, so I guess the tips are just right.

The old person mowed the remainder of the paddock, except for the "toilet" grass near the gate and water meter. We were requested by the Water Company to at least clean it up enough that they could read the meter. So the old person took out his trusty whipper snipper until he got so frustrated by it (he has totally no idea ....) and mowed the thing.

Now he is the first to complain about Her Ladyship spending hours at the back door. But he mowed her paddock and all that has grown back is paspalum. HL would rather eat dirt that than paspalum. Besides, it makes her eyes weepy and her nose leaks. Yuk. The back door is in the shade and she can hear us whatever we are doing and we go out and talk to her now and then. She now nickers at us when we come - nickering is a friendly noise, so whether she is hoping for a snack or just letting us know she is there, I am not sure.

The koala left his tree Saturday night, he was rummaging around on our verandah, as we could hear him, and the daughter turned on the light. He hightailed it out of there very quickly, but wasn't in his tree yesterday. We can only see about three other gum trees that are like the one outside our house, so we are wondering if he went into one of those or in search of females. We don't know if he will come back or not. You can find pictures of him here.

Our birdlife is changing again, the birds that live here in the Summer go somewhere, and new ones take their place. Some pigeons, the top notch ones and wood doves (the sister says they are from India - WTF?), have been visiting Her Ladyship when she has her meals. She is a messy eater and I guess they pick up the seeds she drops. It must be worth their while, because there are five of them now. The magpies still hang around all year long, but the cockatoos leave. Which gives us a break from the racket they make. The only thing worse than their screeching all summer is the billions of cicadas. But I wouldn't trade this place for a town house in the City.

The daughter's female (desexed) cat is getting quite elderly now. She is debating whether to put her to sleep when we move or take her. We are going to get the vet to check her and let us know. She is a dear kitty and it would be quite sad to put her to sleep, but the daughter is concerned about her quality of life.

Well, the old person is back off to Randwick races today so peace will be had for a few hours. Till then, adieu ...