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Hi there wonderful Friends and Visitors,

welcome to a moment of... mmm... can't think of a good word... 

so I'll just describe the moment as exploring possibilities, and going a bit wild

thanks to Kel of the Xfacta (http://xfacta.blogspot.com/).

The resulting outcome for me.....

And now you've met my my Lun-ho-bush-gib-con-bird wildside....
and when I was done, 
the wondrous cave in the mountain had dripping water to quench my thirst.

Do continue and discover about my Wild Self's combination....

For Jan 1st 2012 - Two Moments Occur - MaDonna plus Wonderbird and Poppi

The First Moment links into the second Dear Friend or Welcomed Visitor.....

Woman in the Forest

By

MaDonna

        Please do discover the second moment for this First Day of January 2012...

A New Journey For Nicholas Gander...

Welcome.

Now I know the Introductory Image is of a Swan, but the mood the image gives felt very right for this Story of my wonderful 18 year old Gander Nicholas.

On Thursday, 24 November 2011 at about 3pm, Nicholas was introduced to two Goslings who responded eagerly the moment they saw him.... and I had the pleasure of seeing Nicholas' Energy unfold in renewing layers with seeing and hearing the Goslings... he has become whole again... his response equalled their pleasure as he spoke in turn to them and began nibbling their tiny 1 week old bodies with affection.

 Nicholas died January 2012.

He quietly let go as the Goslings became more independent.

It was sad for me and them, but he did look contented even in death.

I don't regret doing what I did for him.  I miss him.

The other special Family member in this Story is Victoria Hen.

Sadly she died towards the end of 2012 at only 3.  I deeply miss her also. 

         My wonderful Nicholas Gander had been coping as best he could for two months before this Gosling event.  His Friend for about ten years, Henry Gander, died on 22 September 2011, and though I have not shared the Story, the grieving and coping has been difficult for both of us... and I am still not ready to write further about that day and night of loss and sadness. What I will add here though, I am so very proud of Nicholas for trying to be the only Gander... and he really did try to cope.... but he was steadily losing the desire to do or say anything, and I knew if I didn't do something, I was going to be watching him each day fade within himself and die.

         We have shared seventeen years together, seventeen years of Stories... I believed and felt strongly I owed him something for all those years... I felt I had a responsibility to him.... and though I would have liked very much if he could have continued coping.... I could see he wasn't.

         So, as much as I feel that with me being 60, it is time I now simply let each of my remaining Crew pass when their natural time comes, I was unable to not do something to help Nicholas... my life is not just about me... and Nicholas is important. I may not want to pass away and leave behind those I am caring for, but I also don't want to ignore their needs when they need me to give that little extra.

         The following photo was my Nicholas on 22 October 2011, one month after Gander Henry's death and one day after our Suzanna Hen was lost to us too....

         Though Nicholas did pick up a little since then, what you see in that photo is what Nicholas had begun doing each day every day more and more.... just standing under the house, by the water container, occasionally eating, and regularly drinking. He was rarely saying anything, took little interest in his appearance, only wandered about the yard a little.... and then to only mainly stand by his Pond and drink water there too....

         On the morning of the 24th November, I sat under there with him and we talked... well he just listened.... but the feelings like waves flowing through me and around me from Nicholas as I spoke told me heaps... he was allowing himself to fade... when he tucked his head under his wing, I sensed immediately he would die if I didn't do something more than I am doing.

         After a few phone calls... and discovering about 20minutes drive from me I could meet up with Goslings, teenage Geese and adult Geese I was shocked. Geese are rarely available.  Ducks yes, but not Geese.

         Then a close Wildlife Carer Friend pointed out to me that she tried to do this for me weeks ago... and will be picking me up at 1pm for the Journey to meet up with a Friend for Nicholas, and the deed is a Christmas Gift for him from her, no protests accepted.

         Those two special moments didn't end there, because by 1pm the Sky opened and poured buckets of water locally for about half an hour... yes, locally only.... hardly any fell elsewhere, and the rain was only a large amount of water....

         The significance of that rain is the ground had been so parched for water, that to walk on the Grass was to feel it crackle under-foot... the Sky's gift meant by the time we returned about 3pm there was a little green to be seen, and the ground had been refreshed.

         But, I have been more than wordy enough.... please enjoy the photos I remembered to take after the initial meeting between the Goslings and Nicholas......

For Felicity (19.06.1996 - 22.08.2011)

I'm not finding this Posting all that easy to do Dear Friend or Welcomed Visitor.

I have tried a few times to open my Blog Door to enter and do a Post, but instead I went wandering Visiting other Blogs. Sometimes I left a Note that I'd been. Sometimes I simply perused for a while and left, thankful for the time away from my own feelings.

Then yesterday I found in my Mail a Gift for Felicity Created by Cindy of  http://bugsafari.blogspot.com/ and http://mythingsnstuff.blogspot.com/  
        The finding, the gesture, has helped me do this physical Farewell for my beloved Felicity.....

         Cindy I am discovering is becoming a very Special Friend for me and my Critters. My words are inadequate to express my appreciation.

        One can admire another, but to find that very Person extends Friendship is truly Special. I feel Special because of Cindy. Thank you Cindy.

        One of the miracles I am finding with being a Blogger is the experience of Friendship.

        Bloggers have the intrinsic ability to extend an ethernet-hand across the cybernet universe and catch you before you fall. I find this happens consciously with knowing or intuitively without knowing. Either way, one can find one's self lifted out of depression, away from feeling lost, and most special, is the feeling of being given a deep sense of being worthwhile.

        My thanks also to my Treasured Friend Laura from http://forestwalkart.blogspot.com/ and http://forestwalkart.com

        Laura wrote me a beautiful encouraging and supportive letter in response to mine letting her know about my beautiful Felicity's time to leave physically had happened.

        Laura's words gave me the courage to complete the first step of preparing the Farewell Post for my Felicity I had tried to begin beforehand and failed.

        I also extend my deep appreciation to Rick Watson/Life 101 from http://dorahighschoolalumni.blogspot.com/.  I came to my Blog to discover Rick had become my 13th Member. A true surprise and very unexpected.

        Rick's timing showed to be the 23 August, the day after my Felicity had been Euthanased. Most auspicious. Also a pure example of a Blogger's intuitive ability to give and to care without knowing.

        The interesting aspect to Rick's gift is in being my 13th Member. 13 in general Tarots represents Death, not always of the Physical, but in this instance yes. Also associated with deep change for one's Soul. Which for me without my Felicity still being physically part of my Life means exactly that.

        Thank you very much Rick. If you read this, you will know your timing has been very Special. Also I deeply appreciate you felt my Blog worthy of Acknowledging by being a Member.

        Before going any further.....

                                        Cindy's beautiful gift For Felicity....

         To continue reading......

Only Right I Include Me...

Though My Birthday Is Actually On August 11 Welcomed Friend Or Visitor, I Gave My Self A Computer Free Day For The Day, And Enjoyed Watching Two of Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot Films I Discovered I Had Not Seen. Always a Surprise And Treat When Occurs, And Special With Happening On My Birthday Day. One - 'The Mysterious Affair At Styles' Turned Out To Be The Story First Introducing Hercule Poirot To The World Of Interested Readers or Viewers.  But, I Am Here Today.... And The Days Have Continued Before I Finally Finished This To Share With You My 60th Birthday....

         Seemed only right to include my self in such ventures seeing I do the deed for Members of my Family... and with being a Member of my Family, wouldn't be fair to them to exclude me.
         This is also a way to share personally of my self with you, the challenge was in how simply to do so.
         So to begin....

         My Mother and Father made me in Germany after World War II in 1950, and I was born in Paddington Women's Hospital, in Sydney New South Wales Australia, on a Saturday, on 11 August 1951.
         My Mother was from Belgium and Catholic. My Father was from Poland and Jewish and they reared me Neutral.
        They met in Germany towards the end of WWII, both survivors of war ravaged Europe and the persecutions to various genres of Folk not of Arian type requirements.
         Their time together was turbulent, separating and divorcing during my Teens, which in essence was a good thing... they both needed to heal and re-connect with their own relative Heritages, and find their remaining years become something to enjoy and not struggle with.
         My Mother had died in July 1985, and my Father in January 1990. I believe they have both been able to find peace and re-connections with those they lost... may contentment be forever theirs.
         The aftermath of War does not always bring together People who are really able to find and experience joy and healing with each other.
        My Parents sadly, for them mainly, were not compatible... too many difficult memories, too many shattered dreams, which together they were unable to comfort each other from.
         When they came to Australia as Immigrant WWII Refugees, discovering I was accompanying them on their Journey, did not make their arrival or settling in Australia particularly easy.
         From what I understood, they had not planned on staying together, but were rather trapped with having me on the way and then being in a Country Culturally different. But to their credit, they did well by me.
         My Godparents, for want of a better description, who travelled to Australia on the same Boat as my Parents and Me growing within my Mother, were Czechoslavakian Gypsies. I loved them both. I have good memories of them.
         I grew surrounded mainly by survivors of WWII, even through my schooling years, most of the other students, in particular during Primary School.... Kindergarten and through Grades 1 to 6... were a lot of Children from displaced Folks due to the aftermath of War.
         I am extremely thankful to all the Adults and Children alike ... their different backgrounds, languages and especially their memories... though, if connected with WWII, were never talked about... filled the atmosphere I grew and moved about in, with emotions, sounds, colours, smells, etcetera that I have since discovered, would have given me far less substance to my existence if I had not been part of that atmosphere, if I had not been a by-product of WWII, if I had not been part of the intricate Web I felt flow between them all.
          Primary School combined with High School years, 7 to 10 or 12, gave me exposure to Italy, Greece, Scotland, Lebanon, Hungary, France, Romania, Singapore, China, Japan, Fiji, Tahiti, Yugoslavia, Papua New Guinea, and of course White Australians, but sadly, I did not have the privilege of meeting Australia's Aboriginal People during those years.
         It was not that I had close Friendships with those People, nor were most particularly part of my Parent's small close Community, but they were part of the Colours and Sounds of my Education, and here, right now, with you, feels nice to acknowledge my thanks to them for introducing me to the variety of Nationalities our Earth is Home to.


         My Parents, being WWII Immigrant Refugees, were originally housed in Camps provided on arrival in Sydney, before being distributed among the Community, by moving them into Available Accommodation and the Work in Factories.
         I write, 'distributed', because as I have since learnt... to encourage integration into Sydney's General Community and Ways of Living, Refugee Immigrants were spread about. Instilled amid White Australians, in the hope of preventing like-type Nationalities from becoming little Communities of their own.
        This had already happened with Immigrants in the past, who had simply chosen to migrate to Australia and were accepted to stay.
         But, though Homelife may have been rather alienating for many Refugee Immigrants, the mere fact they were employed in Factories, meant the whole process came undone. Factory Workers were nearly all Immigrants of one kind or another, so of course, like types congregated, spoke their Natural Languages, and many built close Friendships lasting throughout their Lifetime. Of course, these then became the People they interacted with Socially too.
         It's like... one can take the Person out of Country, but one really can't take Country out of the Person. I, for one am glad, heck, I would have missed out on so much without that being real.


         I mention the previous as it explains where I'm taking you now.
When I became of School Age, with both my Parents Working, and with the hours being about 12hours a day, meant I needed supervising after School until either of my Parent's were able to collect me.
         Nuns of the Order of The Good Samaritan Sisters were willing to keep me after School hours. They had the facilities to do so with their Convent being part of the School's Building, and therefore were present after School hours. They also were willing to accept me with not being Catholic and of Jewish Ancestry. I think with my Mother being Catholic may have assisted, and by Jewish Law also meant I was not pure Jew. Being Jewish is carried through the Mother's Line.
         So began my initial School Years.


         I've had a fascinating time researching early Sydney, where I Lived, wandered about, and my Schools... but much is in Archival mode... quite makes my Life sound like Ancient History.... so.... for Primary School, the following is a photo of St Benedict's Church, where every Friday with the School, we attended a short Mass called Benediction. A Mass where the Congregation is Blessed.

One view of the outside....
This neo-gothic Church I have learnt dates back to the 1840's.
But as this is about me, I'll leave the History of  St Benedict's Church in Sydney for another time.

 One view of the inside....
I entered and exited this rather awesome building every Friday during School Terms for about 6yrs with my Classmates.
I do love these magnificent buildings, though I do also feel they can be seen as a travesty sitting amid often poverty stricken folk, with no practical use for the Building other than a place to sit and maybe contemplate.

And this is the main entrance and exit of St. Scholastica's College I travelled each day for 4yrs during my High School Years. St. Scholastica's College moved to this site in Glebe Sydney during the early 1900's



                 I loved the Nuns/Sisters I encountered during Kindergarten, Primary and Secondary Years... also, I appreciate deeply the quality of education and respect I experienced from them and the Students themselves during those years.

         Moving on to more general aspects of my self....

Two Hens Two Years

Happy 2nd Birthday Suzanna and Victoria....

Welcome,

Thank You For Coming,

I hope you enjoy your time here while meeting my, to me, Beautiful Hens, Suzanna and Victoria.

I'm sharing with you our Story in photos of  their Journey to reaching this 2nd celebratory year together.

Both of these beautiful girls have now passed.

Suzanna in October 2011 and Victoria towards the end of 2012.

I deeply miss them. 

               I am quite serious about this being a Birthday Celebration in photos for Suzanna and Victoria, as that is really how I will have to discipline my self to present this Story for my Hens 2nd Birthday.
        Though I had done some research about the History of Hens, which I thought might be nice to include, I soon discovered would really will not be very practical with the quantity of photos I finally managed limiting myself to.
         The original collection I stared and laughed at... then came the elimination process and deciding how to focus this presentation.
        Finally, with probably still too many photos, Suzanna's and Victoria's 2nd Birthday is focused on our first twelve months together... Whew!

         At the end of July 2011, I had a long night with Victoria Hen, which thankfully she got through, is still doing well and is very much her beautiful self again.
         I was exhausted and relief filled before first light of that day, came here and discovered two very special Bloggers had left Comments on a new Post I had done, and I had a new Member, which I discovered is a local Friend.
         I felt emotionally awed... to me, three special People, in their own way, without knowing, chose a time to Visit and give, when their input was Energy I really believe helped.
         I expressed as much in my responses.
         Cindy from  http://bugsafari.blogspot.com/  and http://mythingsnstuff.blogspot.com/   asked if I had done a Posting about Victoria, so the first two photos of Victoria, done in January 2011, are especially for you Cindy.
        With thanks extended to my Friends Laura from  http://forestwalkart.blogspot.com/  and miawebb13 my new Member.
        I truly believe I am not including an obituary for Victoria's 2nd Birthday because of the added support that came our way from each of you.

         Well, I wondered which of the following to choose... hopelessly unable to decide I'm presenting both...
Victoria at 1year 5months, on 4 January 2011 is first...

         And on 17 January 2011, when not quite impressed by my effort to photograph her while she was preparing for bed....

         If you would like to meet Suzanna also, and celebrate with me the mainly first 12months of their Journey in photos....

For Felicity's 15th Birthday

Welcome Visiting Friend or Reader.... I Am Only Nearly Two Weeks Late For Sharing With You My Doberman Felicity's 15th Birthday.
This Belated Family Birthday Event, I Hope You Will Still Experience With Me, As Being A Special Way, To Wish A Rather Beautiful Lady.... 
Not Just a 19th of June 2011 Late Happy 15th Birthday.... 
But Also To Wish My Felicity, Continued Health To Reach Her 16th Birthday. Then, When 19 June 2012 Arrives, I Will Have The Opportunity To Do A Whole New Family Birthday Celebration Posting For Felicity... And Maybe Even Be On Time!

       First, I'll include a photo of Felicity I did a few days before Boxing Day 2010. At the time she was 14yrs6mths....

         Except for now being 15yrs 2wks and therefore 6months older, there is not a lot of change you would see if I had a present day photo to share with you. Felicity can still see and hear. Still manages stairs. Enjoys her prepared meals of mainly, for Human's to consume type, chicken meat, rice and vegetables. With the meat being as free of hormones, preservatives and additives as I can procure... no tin stuff. I really don't believe in those mass prepared, what I consider as imitations of food.
         Though my Felicity is not always willing to have photos of her done, there are others to follow that go back a few years. This photo of Felicity I achieved with my phone "Vivaz". The black background I achieved with the help of the Paint Programme with Windows 7. The result looks heaps better I assure you, than the inclusion of the various Kitchen items that are now hidden behind the black fill.

         My Felicity was born on 19 June 1996 in Queensland Australia. Her Kennel name is "Dobian Funin Dasun". Her Dad's (or Sire's) name was Dobian Dark Czar. Her Mum's (or Dam's) name was Aargus Hurricane Gemma. I write was, because both are deceased.
         Dark Czar's colouring was Black with Rust. Hurricane Gemma's colouring was Red with Tan. Felicity as you can see, inherited her Dad's colouring of Black with Rust. Though Felicity's Rust is flecked now with White.
          Felicity's Great great Grandfather, from both her Paternal and Maternal Parents, was from Spain. I mention this, because Felicity is not a large Doberman, rather from what I have learnt, Felicity's build follows the smaller Spanish Line of Doberman.

          Now that I have mentioned a little about Felicity's Ancestry, I hope you won't mind reading something about the Doberman's emergence into being part of the World of Dogs.

         Many of you will probably already know what I'm writing about, but for those of you who don't, you may find the History of the Doberman as interesting as I have in learning of it....

          The Doberman is a young Breed. They do not have lots of History to draw upon to guide them in all they do and are. The combining of various Dogs to bring about what we know today as the Doberman are of themselves a mixture of older and younger Breeds, but within them, each held the necessary traits the Breeder was looking for to become enmeshed into one Breed... The Doberman.

          What were the qualities needed in one Dog, not available amidst one of the Dog Breeds already thriving.... Strength, Loyalty, Intelligence and Ferocity.
         With my experiences with Felicity I'll add... Agility, Speed, being Non-Reflective even in Full Moonlight, imbued with incredibly good directional instincts and probably also excellent at night.

         Felicity being my first Journey in sharing my Life with a Doberman, her non-reflectiveness at night when we were out Walking was rather eerie in the beginning.
         During Free-runs at night I could never see her... I would hear her light rhythmic thudding steps as she ran across the Ground, but I would never see her. I learnt to listen carefully to know the direction Felicity was heading or arriving from, so preventing my self suddenly being surprised by her presence. Her Colouring is so Solid, not even Moonlight reflects off her, yet during the day her coat shines. Even now in her elder years this applies.
         I also learnt that night-time is her favourite time, especially when Felicity was younger. Sunny days to be out exploring she was not as comfortable with for any length of time, so usually early mornings were our day time walkabouts through the Bush or Canefields, depending where we happened to be living. Actually, I walked and Felicity mostly ran at full gallop.
         I also learnt, no matter which direction I went in, Felicity always found me. I never called, so my voice was not the clue for her to know which direction I had wandered off in.
        I discovered I had this Freedom and Security with her, when I realised off-lead for Felicity meant, bounding off any which way at full run, and I'd be left to find my own way about. I was at first concerned. Especially the first time she disappeared through fully-grown Cane. I stood still worrying, listening, calling, watching for Cane movement and waiting.... her arrival from a completely different direction with a look of utter delight on her face had me decide to have faith in her.
         From then on I wandered about walking... Felicity, nearly always in run mode, disappeared and reappeared regularly... and together we would have a nice time during early mornings and also on Full Moonlit nights... each doing the Journey as we both liked best to do it.

         Returning to the need a Doberman fulfilled....
Karl Frederich Louis Dobermann was the Man who needed a specific type of Dog to assist him during his Journeys, in particular when Tax Collecting. The time-frame is around the 1890's, after the Franco-Prussian War.
         Though that War was short. War is War. The aftermath would be taking its toll, so one can see the atmosphere of the time. Herr Dobermann's job would neither have endeared him to Folk, or enable him to be safe when he travelled the Countryside laden with money, I'm sure Folk desperately needed or were simply greedy for.
         Herr Dobermann's area was in the German State of Thuringia, in a Town called Apolda, where he was Keeper of the Apolda Dog Pound as well as being the local area's Tax Collector. Having to travel through dangerous bandit-infested areas, the idea of a Dog suitable to help him be safe formed. Then, with the help of the Dogs from the Apolda Dog Pound, Herr Dobermann bred the first Doberman type Dog.

          To the left is an outline Map of Germany showing the State of Thuringia in Dark Green.
         To the right is an outline Map, also of Germany, this time indicating where the Town of Apolda is located in Thuringia. Though both Maps are present day representations of the area consisting of Thuringia and Apolda, they still show where the Doberman began its existence during 1890. I read there are Monuments dedicated to the Doberman in the Township of Apolda. The Doberman's emergence is still meaningful for the People of Apolda.

         I feel Herr Dobermann had knowledge of Dog Types and their genetic compatibility in order to attain his goal for specific qualities to become amalgamated and emerge True.
        By True, I'm referring to the Traits Attained will successfully re-emerge with each successive Breeding. This success was attained... and the Doberman still Breeds True.
        My other reason for feeling my suggestion Herr Dobermann was knowledgeable in Dog Matters, also stems from him having died by 1894.

         The Title "Doberman", is more recent. Originally the Doberman's Title was "Dobermann-pinscher", given to the Breed by the Germans in honour of Herr Dobermann after his death.
         About 50 years later, the word "Pinscher", German for 'Terrier', was deemed unsuitable in defining the Breed by the Germans and discontinued. Some years later the British did the same.
         Otto Goeller and Philip Gruenig continued refining the Doberman Breed after Herr Dobermann's death, bringing the Breed away from, I presume, a more Terrier appearance into being the elegant, sleek, clean-line look of the modern Doberman.
         Modern Dobermans, are now also Bred with Temperaments suitable for living with Families and Children.

        I really do feel the need to express the following words I write, with having included the last outline... 
                        I believe, it is always important to remember, when considering a Doberman, what Herr Dobermann originally intended a Doberman to be. The Doberman Bred True very quickly.
         Therefore, I believe that the True Inner-essence Herr Dobermann successfully Bred to be the Dog he needed is still a Doberman's core and will always be so.
        To choose a Doberman is to respect why it is a Breed of Dog. It is also important to recognise and understand the responsibility you have in the way your Doberman will behave once is part of your Life.

        The word "Doberman" is now generally spelt with the single 'n', but "Dobermann" with the double 'n' is also used.

         I hope you have enjoyed reading the outline I've put together about my Felicity's History. If you would like to continue and view some photos of Felicity, of Felicity and me, with probably some word input.... please....

Introducing Nicholas and Henry

Welcome To A Journey

  To introduce you to two Members Of  My Family....

  Nicholas and Henry - My Rather Handsome Ganders -

  Even if I'm the only one who thinks they are....

This is sad to include...

Both Henry and Nicholas have passed.

Henry in October 2011, he was about 14 at the time.

Nicholas in January 2012, he was 18, elderly and beautiful.

My love for them continues.  I miss them.

               This may seem an unusual subject, but the doing I felt suggested by my Geese to do.  I was having difficulty finding a way to create a Posting that would work as a Transitional Path from the need to maintain thoughts for Japan, Christchurch New Zealand, North Queensland Australia... and where ever else supportive thoughts need to go with all the changes happening about this amazing Planet before doing a Posting for St Patrick's Day.

         Hence the Introductory Image to begin this Posting.... it holds the necessary energy to keep sending every good thought one could possibly think out into the Universe for support and assistance to reach all needing it.

         My Geese's suggestion of utilising them as the Intermediary Path between Tragedy and Festive encouraged me.  I appreciated they wanted to also contribute to the Good Energy that needs to be flowing at this time....

         Family is important, and in its way for this Sharing a neutral zone to build from.  Then, as I prepared the material for this doing, I began to see the significance of their colouring.....

         They are white... a colour from which all colours emerge.  A colour of purity, innocence, and spiritualness.  One Gander, Nicholas, has an orange toned beak and legs, a colour of courage and empowerment.

        The other Gander, Henry, has a rather pinky toned beak and legs.  Pale Pinks are a gentle colour, a colour often associated with unconditional love.

        Then there are their eyes.... a beautiful rich cobalt/azure blue. Blue tones are healing, soothing, calming.

         In essence, my beautiful Ganders... Nicholas and Henry, have offered themselves as way to continue transmitting one's thoughts with the needed good energy....

        As you see photos of them your thoughts can also think of the Spirit of Courage, Filling With Love, Radiating a Continuous Flow Of Soothing Healing Support To This Beautiful Planet and All Its Inhabitants So Very Much In Need As They Each Cope With The Continual Changes Happening.

         The first photo is of them in 2008, done with my then 'Blacky' VGA Lg phone.... so please forgive the rather odd visual rendition by Blacky... but I like the photo, so hopefully you will cope....

Nicholas is behind Henry in the foreground. Nicholas is about 15yrs in this photo, and Henry is about 11.

Photo from Blacky, August 2008.

The Year I Was Born In....

     Were you also born in a year when The Rabbit's Energy flowed Visiting Reader?



        If so.... this Journey is for you as well as for me....

  A simple wishing us a good progressive 2011.

      For those of you Celebrating this February 2011 in having Welcomed the arrival of your New Year.... may this belated Journey still acknowledge your New Year with The Rabbit respectively.

     To those on their way... may yet begin... have arrived... already progressing along their journey since 3 Feb 2011.... may this Journey I've built acknowledging this Chinese New Year with the Rabbit generate uplifting energy.

     And in general....

 

       The final Visual part to this Journey to Celebrate being part of this 2011 Year with The Rabbit occurs when you......

One Of My Tribe Celebrates Becoming 1

     Welcome to a Birthday Journey
 Visiting Reader,

        A year ago about this time I had received the unexpected surprise of discovering a newcomer had been added to our Tribe. One Clan of Doves managed to sneak in a new Bub. Quite how they succeeded in this is a mystery. I do daily clean-ups, usually also checking for eggs in danger of bursting and releasing a powerful stench from being too old. Better me doing than them. If they do it, the old egg definitely goes splat... and old egg innards provide a stench I'd rather not have to cope with.

        Has been many years since the Doves did any hatching, which is good, as we really are not in a position to house any more. I usually recognise if an egg is going to, as I call the happening - 'turn', and begin processing egg-yolk and white into a Dove. 

       Somehow, that time I didn't see the signs. I didn't see any signs until the two Doves behind the deed and the successful camouflage looked at me oddly when I noticed broken shell.

       Then I heard the familiar sound of a Baby Dove... and Mum shifted and revealed the Newcomer. Atmosphere felt like they were holding their breath while awaiting my reaction.

        My reaction after recovering from the surprise was to congratulate them for their multi-level achievement and welcome the Bub. The new Parents fluffed their feathers and shook out any tension and we all got on with doing what needs doing.

        To begin the visual journey I'll introduce you to the Parents... Mumikins and DaddyCool....

This is a recent photo of Mumikins (left) and DaddyCool (right).

Was done on 18 Jan 2011 with my Vivaz phone.
DaddyCool is quite close to 17yrs now, and Mumikins is nearly that.

        They helped Mumzy Dove with the rearing of adopted WonderBird (Being A Family Inspires... "Family Birthday Sharing" 1 Jan 2011). (if interested, clicking on Title will take you to the Story)

        This time though, with careful concealment management, they have their very own Journey.

        The following photos carry you through their Journey. The Photos were done by my Lg Viewty phone.....

Boxing Day 2010 Encounter

Welcome Visiting Reader, This Journey Telling, Is The Sharing With You Of A Unique And Special Day I Experienced On Boxing Day Morning 2010...




          January is travelling along heading for February. The days and nights do pass, and more quickly as one ages. My theory is in becoming older the world becomes smaller simply because with each passing year one encompasses more knowledge with awareness of the world broadening. In a way with age one fills more space and the world feels closer.

        The theory emerged while listening to a young lady telling me about her Sulphur Crested Cockatoo walking down a long hallway each morning to her bedroom. The journey for the bird is a lengthy one with him being so small in comparison to the overall space of the hallway, and he chooses to walk it. The young lady then said it takes her only a dozen or so steps to accomplish the walk. But then when she was small, that hallway was large, and it took many more steps to reach the end.

        Boxing Day 2010 felt very new to me. I awoke early. My Dog, Felicity, and I went for a walk. The sky overcast with fine misty rain. The atmosphere filling me with freshness. The best description was I felt newness flowing about me and into me. For me it was a New Year's Day beginning right there and then, and a first time experience. I felt I was renewing, rejuvenating. The mood carried through the whole day. I feel filled with hope for a good and kind 2011 experience.

        Musing over the experience as we kept walking, the following encounter occurred.....

        I know it isn't a crisp photo. Vivaz does do her best. But what a lovely sight. The natural harmony of colour tones. The specialness of this photo is not just the Bull surrounded by natural elements but also in this scene being only about a ten minute drive to reach the local township and main highway. I think it is one of the nice parts about living in Queensland.... there are many key towns but they don't dominate. One can live amid scenes like this and still be near town.

       Asked the young bull if he'd mind if I did some photos..... his reply became a delightful experience.....

Family Birthday Sharing

     Welcome

            To My WonderBird's 11th Birthday

                 Visiting Reader

        It is a Special Day for a Special Dove...

       This is also the second giving of introducing to you a Family Member, well third actually, silly to exclude my self. (First meeting of one of The Clan was in Flowers and Other Nature Bits "Rain Stopped Sun Shone", 21 Dec 2010 Posting... our Jasmine Shrub in Flower) (Rain Stopped Sun Shone's link is active).

      This giving actually includes a further two of the Clan, because WonderBird's Pal is Poppi. Just wouldn't be right to exclude her.

Now Poppi is at the back, and the today 11yr old WonderBird is in front.

         This photo was done on 18 December 2008. Curious. Am noticing I have actually begun preparing this giving on the same date but in 2010. Interesting. The photo's detail quality may be lacking, but I do think it is a lovely photo of them both.

        The giving was done by "Blacky", my first photo phone. Blacky was an Lg VGA flip phone. Its camera capacity probably not much more than 1 pixel, therefore the result really is quite good.

        What is important is their personalities show. Poppi is now about 9. It is not that I've been sloppy about Poppi's Birthday, it's just that WonderBird's is right on New Year's Day. About 5am he was born.

        I was awake and present for the event due to seeing 2000 arrive and continue arriving as each country around the Earth welcomed the new millennium (a wonderful world event, television can be a rewarding experience).

        The experience extra better with WonderBird's arrival done. Takes a while to work one's way out of a shell when so new and tiny. Quite exhausting has been my observations. So, while folk were greeting the arrival of 2000, WonderBird was working his way out of his shell.

        If you are wondering if Poppi is sitting and WonderBird is laying, the answer is yes. Poppi's legs never straightened. The best describing is if you bend your arms at the elbow. For Poppi that is how her legs are. She has this wonderful way of spreading her wings to give her self better sitting support when an egg needs to emerge. Poppi has a wide wing-span for her size, and they're strong when in action. She's quite robust.

        For WonderBird there is a story. Simply, at this moment, his legs would not hold him when he first stood to his surprise and mine. Yet, there he is in the photo being 8. To me he's a wonder. If ever I feel I can not cope, I look at him, he looks at me, and I just stop being a fuss and a misery.

       

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