Saturday, 24 November 2012

SUMMER RAINS ....................

Summer rains
     Split splat
           Plip plop

    Chirp  chip

Tinkle tinkle on the roof
       Splitter whoosh down the pipe

Brilliant green
    Grey and blue
        Fresh wet
            Rich earth

Smells slightly salty
      Memories of
            Sandy beach and
                 White topped waves

Pitter patter
Splish splash


Thunder rumbling
    Far away
         Lightning in the dark grey sky

Starling singing
      Early song
          Welcome to
               Another day

Thursday, 22 November 2012


No doubt about it – South Africans are a crafty bunch. The country's people produce a remarkable range of arts and crafts, working from the pavements and markets of the big cities to deep rural enclaves, with every possible form of traditional artwork – and then some.
There's a lot of new work in traditional media, with artists constantly developing the African crafts repertoire. These range from pretty tableware, Christmas tree decorations and magnificent embroidered cloths to the simplest of items, such as keyrings and candle-holders.

In addition to the standard materials such as beads, grass, leather, fabric and clay, pieces are made using telephone wire, plastic bags, petrol cans and bottle tops – even food tin labels are used to create brightly coloured papier mache bowls.With characteristic inventiveness, South Africans have adapted every possible medium to a market that feeds both locals and tourists.
On sale on many a South African street corner are objects made of wire, ranging from representations of the globe to cars and motorcycles – which are capable of manipulated movement – to joke cellphones and working radios.

Here is a small collection of some that I proudly own:


Wednesday, 21 November 2012


 Isaiah 55:3
'Come to Me with your ears wide open. Listen, that your soul may live!'
- When God speaks it brings a dimension of life to our souls.
- God meant for us to experience and enjoy it in our daily lives.
- As we listen and hear there is the possibility of real living.
- So come to God with your ears wide open.
PRAYER: Lord, would You please speak to me! I know that a word from You will remove all the doubt and I will be able to move forward with confidence. Amen.

Have a wonderful Wednesday

Friday, 16 November 2012

Just saying.........................

I am not going anywhere else ! At least that is my first thought ! 

 Enough running around like crazy, trying out new blog sites and being pushed to do things I actually did not want to. From Multiply to Blogger, to Xanga and Boomer and Blogster, then panic over Multiply Phoenix in between and Civatar and a new Schmooze Name to now being a Muse on ning. I was totally shocked when I saw all the activity and thought I must have slept a week, never mind it happening over night, with no announcement by anyone. Felt left out too as no one bothered to tell me and then got a pm invite from the owner of the site. Went on Facebook and saw the private invite there, which included me or I suppose I would not have been able to see it. 

Went to check it out as I am open to all ideas, it is new, everyone is excited and gathering together in one big clan. All seems settle in with lovely blog pages and photographs, you could be forgiven to think Multiply just changed its name.

Amazed at some of who I considered my very close friends being all settled and cosy there already and felt hurt all over again, silly maybe, but then I am at times.

I do have some questions about it, like storage space, security and also cost??? Will not ask them unless I should change my mind, which I doubt. I tend to be stubborn as a bull, but sometimes one must be a bit more flexible. .............  

I have been happy over here, there is features missing like pm's and notes and alerts of action, it is quiet a bit, but once Multiply closes sure it will be fine. Looking at my contact list, if it should totally dwindle as I see half has already scrambled there, including the ones, who send me undying friendship love for ever, without a word of it to me, mmmhhmmm, maybe will leave this cyberland for ever and ever and find other ways to communicate my innermost thoughts. Could start by having a party with my real  life friends and try to take up a conversation?

Just saying, for whatever it is worth................... am more ways than one and hurt and surprised by some of my so called friends...............

See you maybe, maybe not, for now, logging off .......................

Thursday, 15 November 2012



An elderly  woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on daily, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

The poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I feel ashamed because of this crack in my side which causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'

The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'

'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'

Each of us has our own unique flaw.

But it is the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
So, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

Such a lovely message in this story . . . I know I accept and love my friends "warts 'n' all", just as they do the same for me, and it is this which builds the richness of our friendship, and the unconditional love which we give to one anothe

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

SOS - BIRD RESCUE .........

........that went horrible wrong, how stupid can I possible get ?  No, it is okay........... none of you need to answer that, was not a question, was a statement, really............nincompoop, rules here *sniff*............well if anyone really bothers to read, but have been wanting to share it all day. 

Have had 3 silly stupid days in a row, both starting at 6am.

Monday was drama in the aviary, again, I am now finished with Budgie breeding, cannot take the hurt anymore, my heart is broken in a thousand pieces and I have cried endless tears, blaming myself here too. 

Let me try start from the beginning..........Monday  morning, out with the birds, checking at 6am as per usual, all quiet, took the rescue cages out, cleaned and fed, went to the veggie patch, where I put in the vegetable peels in the compost dump, turned it over and heard terrible screaming from the breeding aviary. Ran down and there is my young white female on the floor, not dead , but barely there, inside I go and  realise new blue female is missing, noise is coming from white female's breeding box. Open up, I do know 5 young in there, so gently lift out one by one, they are bleeding and hurt, at the back is the new blue. I chase her out, she bites me on the way, the silly bitch ......sorry......but........

I now take stock, all else is fine in here, thinking blue attacked white, takes female and 5 babies out with me, put into a rescue cage and ponder the situation. She is very bad, cannot find a mark on her, though, maybe shock............. decide to try catch the mate , knows he is one of the green, so stand for a bit to ascertain which one. Am sure the older one, we call Captain as he seems to be in charge of the aviary. He is about 5 years old and has produced lovely babies with various females over the years. Yes, it is him the other green male is snuggling up to the other white/blue female and he is looking lost. Gets carrot tops, he comes to me, but I cannot catch him. Darned............. go get the net, but first secure the babies and go wake the man, very early, so quickly finish chores, make coffee and tray and wake up the darling. Now 45 min later...........he comes with me to aviary to help me after hearing the story.............horrors........... Captain is dead on the floor............?What?...........I am sobbing.........into the aviary and checking the others, all seem fine, where is the last female. white/blue in second box, 3 eggs and dead ! 

I am still stumped as to what has happened. To top it , white female eventually dies, after 15 hours of me fighting for her life with antibiotic drip to hydrate her. 

Melissa is convinced that the bloddy blue bitch, new female's new name apparently, killed them all, I am not so certain. For sure she was in the breeding box and tried to kill the babies, as she wanted that specific box, figure it out as 2 other empty ones available. ...........but the white/blue seemed egg-bound number one, number two not a single sign of a bite or peck or blood on any of them. Not Captain, not white mother not white/blue either. Melissa has names, but get lost at times, lately with it. With all the new females we got and the moving around of pairs, gave up naming them. 

I think , same thing that killed 3 while I was away in Zimbabwe and the box was empty except for babies, Captein was also feeling ill and could not defend the box, so Bitch just decided, okay out you go, you have no parents, I am not feeding you, I have my own eggs to lay and breed and this is the best box ?????   The long and short of that story is that we are now feeding (yet again) with syringes and hand rearing food. Now that is the bad news, good news here is that a client of mine has offered a princely sum for 4 of the hand reared babies if delivered hand tame and sound to her for Christmas presents for her  nieces and nephews who all want a baby budgie for a gift. ......they are soooo cute, one don't even  have feathers on, 

so ugly it is cute. 

Melissa took 3 with her and I have 2 here, so we are sharing the chore. Russell is feeding.............. I am so not interested *sniff* *I lie*

Calamity number 2 happened Tuesday , again at 6 am .........

we have been following a pair of sparrows building a nest in the small palm between pool and fish pond, originally commenting on stupidity of site, with the water and knowing how clumsy the babies are when fledglings...............anyway, food source was near as close to the budgies, rescue cages and aviaries, soo...............  I put up a bowl in the palm tree as the poor parents were frantically flying to and fro feeding the 2 that hatched after about 3 weeks , when they finished building this untidy mess in the middle of palm...................

 ( I know ...... am a silly old sob, don't tell me, am aware of why our garden seem to house more birds per square than other gardens in neighbourhood  also aware that I am probably feeding hundreds of birds that don't live here, but knows I am a silly old sob, 'kay)

we peep through the window and see tiny mouths begging and marvel at nature, how fast they grow........ I digress again......

went outside as per usual, see sparrow parents, by the way, this is  a House Sparrow pair, 

not the same as the Cape Sparrows which are nesting here at the back in a nest box build by my uncle..........oh gosh, digress again, trying to prevent the inevitable, but ..........parents are frantically flying around chirping  and chipping and calling .................aha, must be a baby on the ground, not an alarm call, so not a snake or a Indian Mina, more "where are you?"

I start looking with them under bushes, by the pond is very overgrown with ferns and huge Delicious Monster plants.....see a tail move, Mousie !

 Picks her up, she is cross 
"was just  helping"............ and put her inside,

 see baby and gets it out and show to parents it is safe. Now what ??

No way I can reach the nest without a ladder, that would be best. First option is always !!!  Locate nest and try to put baby back in.......... option 2, safe place where parents can reach it and feed ............ mmmhhmm, the seed bowl ? Put baby in the bowl and go inside ..........parents happy and start feeding out the bowl ............ oooooooops , baby wants to try wings and flops out again.............darned, off I go again, find the little one, ponders safe options, cannot carry ladder, Russell had a bad night, cannot wake him ( big mistake) , put baby into a cage put cage on top of Mousebird cage and leave door open, so parents can feed...................  shit.........sorry.......... baby frantic, flapping around , is going to hurt itself, parents cannot figure out cage and is flapping around screaming too, a Cape Robin has now joined the melee, as I am late with her bone meal, she flaps around my ears and shouts, a Olive Trush is also shouting in the tree , I am at a loss " guys, I am only human, someone help me out here" now this is where I should have taken baby inside with me, nincompoop, silly old bitch , that I am , admitting............ and waited till I could wake up the darling man and get his help or waited for Beatrice to help me carry the ladder. I have now got the baby "safely" in a branch , parents are happy, I lock up dogs and cats for further safety and carry on with my chores, checking now and again, little one still okay. 

Get my darling up and we get the ladder and out we go, after I have explained my hectic morning to him and why there is only coffee on tray.................. cannot find the little one...... parents are flying around frantic, shouting again..........looks all over and then look at where mother seems to keep coming back and  then looks in pool..................shit, shit and double shit and the F-word, I am a silly idiot and guilty of murder and simply cannot understand how at my age, with my experience with birds not did it differently. For crying out loud, how stupid can you get ??? 

Still deeply upset and depressed all day today, keep blaming myself, sorry had to bother you all with this shit when we are facing such serous difficulties all of us on different levels with tornadoes damage, illness, friends dividing, our blog site closing, children being  difficult.............  sure you have more than enough to care about without my silly birds .............well, birds not silly, it is me.......

Monday, 12 November 2012


Milli is our hostess for this week and have chosen the theme of 


at first I was totally blank, but I saw the light "forgive the pun" when I looked at dear Belita's entry, thank you darling for nudging me awake.........................  *smile* ..........

for more enlightening entries, go to 


The ATE Team in Amboseli Park in Kenya found this little baby elephant stuck in a well on 12th October this year. They had to act quick.Their rescue is amazing............ I subequently cried and laughed and cried again ......... it made my day, to think such dedicated humans exist amongst us, gives me hope. 

Saturday, 10 November 2012

Happy Blog.............................

I have decided to step off my soap box and go outside for a walk in the garden instead. 

Good choice !

We have summer in South Africa and with summer comes the strangest weather patterns of sun, with 34 deg C one second and pouring rain or worse hail, and 15 deg C the next. 

You can have 4 seasons in a day, kid you not and that is what happened on Thursday and Friday. Was soooo cold.   

Today the  air is fresh and redolent of crushed flowers fallen from the blooming spring trees during the storm, that passed this afternoon. 

The birds are singing in the trees, looking for the first ray of sunshine and waiting for me to fill up the seed bowls. 

2 Speckled Mousebirds on their favourite high branches. 

I miss Pookie *sniff*

I went for a walk through my vegetable garden to see what was ready to be picked, what's for dinner?

Tomatoes growing nicely, still green though. Not enough of them yet, to indulge in fried green tomatoes, next .......

.... loads of flowers on the cucumber plants, if they all bear fruit, we will have a bumper crop this year and yes, if the 
white mould don't claim them. I think I must put some roof over them, so they don't get as much water on the leaves and I can control the watering better. .............

....... now the spinach looks good, so will cut some for dinner, took out pork chops, am sure I can figure out something to go with that................

.......  The tomato seeds from Val is growing nicely, I think we will have some nice late tomatoes in about February or March ............

.....  Green Peppers are looking good

and so is the parsley growing nice and thick in big clumps

.....the mixed lettuce seedlings transplanted nicely, I have a bit in all the pots, so they don't get all muddy when the rain splashed down...........

..... strawberries for dinner ? Yum, not many, I am competing with the cheeky Black- Capped bulbul

 as to who can get to them first..........

..... got a few......... will do with some vanilla ice-cream, there is only 2 of us at home now, this house is getting very empty......

.......... The Jacaranda Trees are blooming and with the storm, the driveway has a purple carpet, can tell you that Nicholas, our Zimbabwean Gardener is going to curse loudly when he gets in ........................

I have so much to be grateful for . A fantastic husband, a loving family, a safe beautiful haven of a home, a job (however hard we work, for whatever little) others are not that lucky. 

Like Mouse will just sit for a bit and survey my Kingdom......

and thank you for my Beatrice, dear Lord............

WE truly are blessed. 

Have a lovely weekend !

Tuesday, 6 November 2012


Say what ????????  Just pressed a button called page views and got this whole story of who and what and from where people are viewing my blog

How do you set it to private???

29 from Russia ? Pakistan, Kenya and Latvia ?????

Really ??????

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St Martin's Day

We  have been invited out to dinner on Saturday  by some Danish friends of mine, to celebrate Morten's Aften. I could not remember ever celebrating this before,so without making an idiot of myself, which I am wont to do without much help from anybody, anyway, decided to use Google to find out more.'s_Day
To my surprise, it is not just a Danish tradition, but probably mostly forgotten in other parts. The Danes do take any excuse to have a celebration or special party, especially those in "exile" here in South Africa, I have found. My family in Denmark do not make a special tradition of 10th November, not that I remember, though I do know my aunt enjoy having a dinner with roast duck, calling it Mortens Aften.

 She is one for traditions and according to my cousins, the one holding the family together over there. Most of my mother's family live on the island , Sjaelland, while my father's family is from the island, Falster. We grew up on the island  Fyn and in those days, had to take a bus, the train and  a  ferry  to get to any of the family get together's , so not often, it happened. 

Anyway, I digress as I often do, when chatting away to you all. I asked the man, if okay by him as Kerry and her husband is coming up this weekend for a friend's wedding. They will be out, so fine we go out too. This is the first time we are actually going for dinner at Bette's house, we have been before for an informal lunch, but Saturday another Danish couple will be there, whom I know only slightly from The Danish Association and my good friend, Astrid, who lost her husband in 2005 will also be there. We will lightly pick her up on the way out there and drop her back again, so she don't have to drive alone. 

I am a bit apprehensive about this, which is unusual for me, mind you, I hate large crowds and I am not so good with meeting strangers or people I have to impress, I get very nervous. Not sure why feeling concerned, unless it is, that my darling cannot speak a word of Danish, but he knows Bette, Ib and Astrid, so that cannot be the problem. I have forgotten Danish dinner etiquette, that's it !  I asked Bette, what can I bring, she says nothing, can I bring a freshly baked bread, she exclaims in horror, we are not having bread for dinner and start telling me about the menu, the white boiled potatoes, the sugared caramelised baby potatoes, the red pickled cabbage, the duck etc.................okay, it alright if I bring my own red wine, Why ??? Ib has got lots of know my stomach etc and I prefer my Shiraz................silence...................well if you absolutely have to have a special kind of wine..............ooops, next one........Can I bring Russell's whisky? .................... surely he is not going to drink whiskey with the meal, besides, you are only allowed 2 drinks if you are driving..................oh, holy shit...............what have I done, better I phone Astrid and ask, does one bring a gift for the hostess, as we always do, like chocolates or flowers or is that going to be offensive too.

Our South African friends always brings their own drinks when we visit. We also often bring a salad or a   bread or pudding with, you organise who brings what. 

Now another problem..............Danes love to dress up !  I wonder if we must dress for dinner, I know when my friend Karin was here, also my aunt Conny and when my sister Pia was here...........they totally overdressed for dinner on all occasions. When I have been in Denmark, I also never had the right clothes with me, resulting in cousins and nieces lending me clothes when we were going out. We are very very casual, really......................I better ask Astrid that as well. 

Kransekage - a cake made from almonds and sugar, 


How to make it

  • Preheat oven to 300.
  • Grease a baking sheet extra well with softened butter, and dust with finely ground bread crumbs. Mix almond paste and powdered sugar (almond paste can be hard, if you've never worked with it, so add the almond paste a bit at a time, thoroughly mixing each bit in before adding more). Add egg whites and mix well. Place bowl in hot water and knead dough until it is lukewarm. Turn out on board sprinkled with 1/4 cup powdered sugar. Let rest 10 minutes.
  • Knead 2 to 3 minutes, dusting your hands and the counter with the confectioners sugar instead of flour. Divide the dough into 18 pieces and roll each into a ball, slanting the palm of your hand downward toward the edge so that it "peaks" up in the center, kind of like a small hat, then turning the ends toward each other to form a ring (kind of like tortellini). Bake the rings for 20 minutes, then cool on tray — do not remove the rings from the tray until cool. Mix the frosting ingredients and drizzle on top of each ring, placing rings on top of one another. These are served at Danish weddings. They're also irresistible. Don't expect these to last, or make ahead for a party.

St. Martin's Day, also known as the Feast of St. MartinMartinstag or Martinmas, the Feast of St Martin of Tours or Martin le Mis√©ricordieux, is a time for feasting celebrations. This is the time when autumn wheat seeding was completed, and the annual slaughter of fattened cattle produced "Martinmas beef".[1] Historically, hiring fairs were held where farm laborers would seek new posts. November 11 is the feast day of St. Martin of Tours, who started out as a Roman soldier. He was baptized as an adult and became a monk. It is understood that he was a kind man who led a quiet and simple life. The most famous legend of his life is that he once cut his cloak in half to share with a beggar during a snowstorm, to save the beggar from dying of the cold. That night he dreamed that Jesus was wearing the half-cloak Martin had given away. Martin heard Jesus say to the angels: "Here is Martin, the Roman soldier who is not baptised; he has clothed me."