Showdown at the Tulip Corral

The weather was fine for the first time in weeks. A near month of rain had caused flowers to bloom and inhabitants to crawl up the walls with cabin fever. A couple of decent storms had filled the swimming hole with debris and the garden was wild and weather beaten.

Bilbo stepped tentatively from the window that was always left open for him, even in the most biting chill. He wasn’t keen on the cold and preferred to sleep, eat and not much else in the winter months. His humans still liked to give him the option to go outside as he pleased. Mostly because they didn’t like to change the litter box too often.

Today was different.

Today, it was sunny. Flowers were blooming, in anticipation for the spring and the sparse warmth of the sun gave new life.

However, Bilbo wasn’t interested in flowers.

He liked clay.

The sun, the clay and the close proximity to chlorine made for a strange chemical reaction in Bilbo.

It was a perfect day.

Before long, Bilbo’s brother Spiffy had a similar idea, yet only simliar in the sense that he wanted to be outdoors on such a glorious day. Spiffy loved to be outside and had been terribly frustrated at all that water falling from the sky ruining his important business.

Immediately on stepping through the window, Spiffy spied his brother and strolled over to say hello.

Spiffy told Bilbo that he was going over the fence to take care of some long overdue business. Bilbo thought he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet, and have a bit of a lie down and enjoy the afternoon sun.

Little did he know, Spiffy had other ideas.

Nobody likes being stalked with stealth, no matter the intention.

Spiffy snuck up from behind. “BOO! HAHAHA!!”

He gave Bilbo an awful fright.

Bilbo was livid. “Don’t EVER sneak up on me like that!! I’ve told you too many times! Leave me alone!!”

Spiffy was beginning to enjoy his little game.

“Hehe, got ya a beauty!”

“Fuck you Spiffy! I’ve got a foot and I’m not afraid to use it!”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see what you’ve got…”

Bilbo launched a swift kick at Spiffy’s sternum.

“Owww! You didn’t have to hurt me!”

“Hah! Now who’s “got” who?” said Bilbo. “And just for that, I’m going to show you my scary face!!”

Spiffy was taken aback, but only momentarily.

“Pfft” he scoffed. “You call that a scary face? I’ll show you scary…!!”

“Right! That’s it!!” growled Bilbo. “It’s on!!”

And so it was at the Tulip Corral.

 

 

Song Of The Day – The Cure – A Forest

The Little Birdy That Could

One thing I seem to do on a fairly regular basis is rescue animals.  Maybe it’s my calling and I’ve been missing it all this time; who could know?  I volunteer for a cat shelter, who send me out to pick up strays and abandoned kittens, and I quite often rescue small mammals and birds from the jaws of death on my own property.   Although the resident poosycats, Bilbo and Spiffy, would prefer to be referred to as ‘Wildlife Control Officers’, don’t listen to them.  They’re renowned for putting a positive spin on every evil deed….

One night recently, I witnessed Spiffy whizz by the loungeroom window, and in the brief streak of light I saw he had something in his mouth.  The constant jingling of the bell on his collar was also a dead giveaway.  He likes to play ‘Toss’ with his prey.   He thinks it’s fabulous fun.  Me?  Not so much…

I sprinted outside, grabbed Spiffy by the scruff of the neck, growled and shook him until he let go of what I thought was a mouse, but instead I found this little guy:

Little Birdy

Cute, huh?  Talkative, too.  In fact, so talkative that I had to put him outside in the garage for the night, because he wouldn’t shut the feck up. 

Next day, I took him here:

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Just up the road and luckily a vet that specialises in native wildlife… 

So, despite being mauled by what must have looked to him like a gigantic, fanged monster from hell, it looked like he was going to live to tell the tale, although it was unlikely he would see his family again….

After that, I was feeling pretty good about my place in the world,  so I thought I’d take a drive down the coast:

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… which was rather nice, but really, driving and taking photographs at the same time is not something you should try at home, mmkay kids?

I did stop for the sunset:

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… which was quite lovely.   By that time I was feeling extremely Zen and well connected to nature, so just before the sun went down, I stopped at the National Park up the road from my house in the hope of seeing some of these little fellas:

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Kangaroos make me very, very happy.  There are more of them than you can see, they’re just too far away to pick up at dusk with a camera.   I visit them quite regularly.  They’re my furry little friends.  Actually, they’re not that little; I know who would come off second best in a fight…

It was a good day…

I just hope I don’t have to see another potential kill in the forseeable future.  Because really,  I’d rather not have to rescue anything…

Song of the day: Jarvis Cocker – (Cunts Are Still) Running The World