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Those Varmints!

31 Oct

I’ve decided to not replenish my gum ball machine because last week, I found some intruders helping themselves to my last batch of M&Ms. It was gross.

Put it this way, I spotted some nibble trails on several pieces and this led me to discover four unwanted tiny intruders inside the gum ball machine amidst the M&Ms. Ewwwww… Where they’d come from I don’t know because they certainly weren’t there prior. 

I feel sick thinking about it. Ewwww…..

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My Citizens, Your Citizens

19 Oct

It has become an ongoing joke between hubby and I on the subject of birds (and owls), with me labelling his troop as citizens too.

As you know, my Citizens are my owl carvings for the imaginary township of Gigglesville. And his citizens are the visiting birds who would come by the garden daily to be fed.

Every evening when we return from work, all the citizens await – mine in their tray, his at the garden. As my citizen count grows with an addition almost every night, so does his count too!

It is now more than Fat Bird, Bird 3 and Bird 4; it’s a whole flock of all sizes, big and small! I would poke fun at him that his citizens are awaiting, being so demanding, constantly wanting to be fed unlike mine, so docile and not demanding at all.

His citizens are also very territorial. Each time he has the bird seeds out, they would ‘fight’ especially the pair that comes down to the ground, pushing and shoving whilst pecking away. While this is ongoing, my citizens are just chilling and being cute, living harmoniously together without any in-fighting.

I just find this so funny. My citizens and his citizens. Hahahaha….

New Friendship

5 Sep

It looks like Bird 1 and Bird 2 have stopped visiting us after their recent traumatic window-banging experience when they wandered into the house. So this gives Bird 3 more chances to come by to eat.

And Bird 3 has fostered a nice friendship with Fat Bird. Both were side by side at the garden on Saturday, pecking at the seeds without fear. It was nice to see this new friendship.

The only time they were wary was when they spotted official pet number one, Rooney, who was out but behind the table at the terrace. Thankfully Rooney couldn’t be bothered with them. So all’s good.

Skinny Bird 3 & fat Fat Bird

Why Not?

28 Aug

Not too long ago, a friend posted an adorable picture on Facebook which showed a cute little door at the foot of a tree for the neighborhood squirrels. She befittingly named them Mr and Mrs Squirrel, the squirrels that is, not the neighbor. Who made the door, she wasn’t sure but I thought it was adorable and got me thinking.

We already have a bird house for the visiting birds but no ‘home’ set up for the visiting squirrels. And since we have a frangipani tree in our garden, why not—just for fun—make a door just like that posting so that Sammy and Lefty (that’s the name I call our visiting squirrels) can feel more at home.

Maybe I should divert to this if I am still stuck for inspiration for a new Gigglesville’s citizen?

Lonely Bird

22 Aug

Birds come in pairs, along with it, a spare. We have Fat Bird and the pair, Bird 1 and Bird 2, visiting us daily plus some other little ones.

Because they are a pair, Bird 1 and Bird 2 feels that Bird 3 who tags along with them is a third wheel and most times, they bully the poor fella. This behavior is most evident when jostling for food at the garden. They wouldn’t give it a chance to eat, so poor Bird 3 is always left hungry.

One evening, it was raining and we spotted Bird 3, sitting sadly on the tree, braving the rain. We anticipated it was waiting for a chance to come down to the ground to eat as Bird 1 and Bird 2 was nowhere to be seen.

Luckily when the rain subsided, Bird 3 descended onto the garden and managed to eat to its heart’s content. Thank goodness otherwise if the pair showed up, the opportunity would be gone and poor Bird 3 would be left starving again.

Can you see Bird 3?

Maybe you can see Bird 3 now

Fat Bird, Part 3

21 Aug

While we appreciate Fat Bird and the pair of birds visiting our home, there’s another Fat Bird that we appreciate more. Specifically, it’s a Sauvignon Blanc from the Marlborough region in New Zealand.

Lovely wine. Highly recommended!
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Fat Bird, Part 2

18 Aug

Talk about having no fear. While Fat Bird is wary of us, the pair of friendly birds, Bird 1 and Bird 2 are just so daring! On Monday evening, they casually sauntered onto the garden terrace and right into the house!

Yes, into the house without hesitation or fear. Walked right in as if they do this all the time to explore the house in all directions, towards the dining area and the living room. 

They even came right up to my carving area. I sat quietly to admire their head bobbing and funny walk, mesmerized by their bravery at the same time.

Then suddenly they realized they were ‘lost’, they panicked and tried to fly away. In their frantic flapping, they knocked themselves against the windows that were closed. Silly birds.

Hubby managed to catch them, one by one and gently set them into the garden again.

Thank goodness, no injury to the pair. Phew. I hope this spooked experience won’t make them stay away from the garden and us. We shall see the next few days.

Fat Bird

17 Aug

Nature is wonderful. Everyday hubby feeds the visiting birds and they have become so tame and friendly, they are not afraid when we are close to them physically.

There’s two birds, a pair that will come close within a foot of us and sometimes just plop themselves down on the garden, waiting to be fed. Hubby then throws bird seeds onto the garden and Bird 1 and Bird 2 would peck away happily without fear.

Then there’s this one bird and we call him ‘Fat Bird’ because well, he’s fat.

Fat Bird is a little wary and does not come as close but still, friendly enough for us to appreciate him.

He would pave the wall back and forth when it’s time to eat. There was one evening we were having dinner and there he was, pacing the wall as if asking us, ‘Hey, Where’s my dinner?’

He’s rather entertaining. And fat.

Our Silly Pet

8 Aug

We have a new neighbor on our street and they have two Labradors. Several days ago, M2 overheard the owners, walking the dogs, calling out one of the dogs by its name, “Fishball” and she thought it was rather cute.

She then suggested that we should change official pet number one’s name from “Rooney” to “Beefball”, similar to the neighbor’s because it’s rather cute. After all, “Rooney” is such a boring name and we’re not even football fans!

Fast forward to a typical night at home…

After the usual after-dinner routine – coming out to the garden to play and having his snacks, it was time for Rooney to go back. So I called him by his actual name and he didn’t budge even with a snack bribe.

So I tried another tactic…

I called him “Beefball” and he moved! Walked right towards me. We sure have one silly pet who does not know his own name sometimes or most times!

A Tragic Mishap

31 Jul

It was a Friday evening and we got home early. We were just chilling at home, waiting for the evening rush-hour traffic to disperse before we went out for dinner. And Pablo gave us another fright!

Hubby had removed the driftwood and pot several days ago, and replaced it with a mini bridge. And the feisty fella has been constantly moving/pushing/lifting the new bridge around because it must be quite light for him. Or he hates it, I don’t know.

Unfortunately, this show of muscle strength resulted in Pablo breaking off a pincer on that Friday night! Ouch.

Looking back, I think the ordeal must have been too painful for he was writhing around and we didn’t realize the severity. We were hoping it wouldn’t be so tragic; after all, crayfishes do lose limbs during battles especially within a community and survived. You could say he was in a battle here, with the mini bridge.

The poor fella looked off balance and disoriented. Little did we know, two hours later, we came home from dinner and Pablo Sanchez Rodriguez, our feisty crayfish was gone. Motionless with glazed eyes. Gone to pet heaven.

What a tragic mishap! It didn’t have to come down to this. I don’t know what to say… Sniffle…

Pablo was buried in the garden that night.

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