Sunday, July 19, 2020
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Two years ago a little Hadedah Ibis chick hatched in a nest in our neighbour's big tree. We woke up, one day, to the most awful, grating screeching. Fearing that a bird was caught up somewhere, I rushed out to scout and potentially rescue it. The horrible vocalization drew me to the tree where the chick was perched. There was nothing visibly wrong with him except for the crazy vocalization.
We named him "SEAGULL"
The weeks that followed offered some serious screeching as his mom dutifully fed and cared for him near the nest. Soon he was trying to fly. The odds were out as to whether he'd survive or not. We heard his antics constantly - often waking up to his screech in the morning and breathing a sigh of relief with the knowledge that;
"SEAGULL is alive!"
Over the months that ensured we followed (Audibly and visibly) this strange bird's progress. His voice didn't change but I worried about his ability to integrate into Hadedah society. In addition, his flying skills were hampered - he demonstrated very low aerial manoeuvres and just managed to skirt electric fences around our neighbourhood. In addition, he sported badly ruffled feathers and mostly perched on only one leg.
Over the past 2 years we have watched him mature and acquire a mate. His looks have improved and he has produced a chick of his own. He is alive and well, but retains his odd voice. SEAGULL is a permanent neighbourhood resident and often comes to our garden for Lunchtime visits (see video below).
Hadedah Ibises are known to live between 16-18 years. I am holding thumbs that this is indeed the case. We love having him around.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
I wish you love and joy; a true understanding of what the blessing of the Lord Jesus Christ is to our world.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
After completing my nature call I crawled back into bed. Hubby was awake by now, so he too followed his own call.
After returning to bed, dear hubby casually announced that "Oscar" was above my dressing table mirror and was settling in for the night. I leapt up and out of bed.
"Huh? What! Where?"
The news left me wide-eyed and rattled. How had I missed him? The hairs on my neck fluttered wildly . I was wide-awake by now. It was time for action.
"He must go!" I demanded flatly.
"He's harmless," Les countered sleepily.
"No, it's either him or me!" I said firmly.
I dashed to the kitchen to fetch an ice-cream container. The dogs too were awake by now and matched my energy. They danced in delight.
"Here, you do it," I handed the container to Les. Hubby let out a sigh, thew back the duvet and took the container. I retreated around the corner to watch from a distance.
By this time Oscar was happily sashay'ing across the ceiling in the dressing area. His hairy legs were long and agile I shivered visibly as Les slowly marked his movements and raised the upside down container towards him. Suddenly the spider leapt out in alarm, off the ceiling and fell, almost in slow motion.... onto Les's bare back...!!!
"Eeeeeeek !" I screamed.
The spider then bounced off Les's back and fell firmly to the floor. I jumped in panic.
As non-Nonplussed as ever, dear hubby bent down calmly and edged the creature into the container. He casually replaced the lid on top and lifted Oscar up to escort him outside, into our atrium.
"See, it's not so bad," he grinned widely.
"Speak for yourself," I muttered as I set about closing all the windows and doors firmly.
Before long, hubby reverted to snoring the night away. I reached for my crochet hook and crocheted into the darkness...... Urrrrg!
Monday, October 12, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Friday, October 2, 2015
Wynford staff treat their guests like family; they provide good, wholesome meals; teas and cookies under the thatch lapa of the summer house and clean, comfortable rooms. There is no cellphone signal in the area which makes it even more appealing - no disturbances at all. Instead, it's a weekend to enjoy God's beautiful creation, or to sit quietly in the chapel and take in the view of the majestic mountains.
"This reminds me so much of Psalm 23...'walking beside the still waters'," I said. "Have you considered the part where it says,' He MAKES me lie down... to RESTORE my soul'?"
"That's interesting..., " was the response. "I never thought of it that way. But its probably true. There are times where God FORCES us to take a rest."
There's not much one can do about the effects of an attack like Bell's Palsy except to accept the blows as they arrive. You are left with a paralyzed face, an eye that refuses to shut, a tongue that does its own thing, a nostril that won't flare and an ugly frozen expression that refuses to budge. The only positive option is to focus on adapting to one's 'new normal'. It's time to learn how to eat, drink, talk, blink, live...in a whole new way. One reaches for anything that offers the possibility of relief. Often, nothing works. Instead, I have had to resort to simply lying down and surrendering into the company of God. It's time to pray for the people I care about and to meditate
Yes, God is certainly MAKING me lie down! And something inside of me says , 'It is right'. I have the honest hope of restoration; the love of friends; a Christian family that is far wider than I ever thought, and the all-important opportunity of embracing God's glory amidst my affliction. Without the Lord by my side, I would most certainly be a mess - crumbling like a leaf in the clutches of winter.
But its not that way at all. Although the paralyses is unchanged, the birds sounded brighter this morning. I made muffins too - to give to friends and I'm looking forward to my REST during the day. It's obvious that I am being instructed to take it easy.