Friday, July 1, 2016

The moon in June

Waxing Crescent; visibility 23%; age 5 days; 9 June 2016 
First Quarter; visibility 42%; age 7 days; 11 June 2016 at 9.14pm
Waxing Gibbous; visibility 97%; ag3 14 days; 18 June 2016
Full [Strawberry] Moon; visibility 100%; age 15 days; 19 June 2016 at 5.59pm
Full moon; visibility 100%; age 16 days. 20 June 2016 at 5.24am
Full moon; visibility 99%; age 17 days; 21 June 2016 at 7.10pm (partially behind a telephone pole) 
Waning Crescent; visibility 31%; age 25 days; 29 June 2016 at 6.45am
Waning Crescent; visibility 21%; age 26 days; 30 June 2016 at 8.54am

I'm linking to Skywatch Friday here


Thursday, June 30, 2016

Good fences; good healing

On  a day while we walked the golf course, the dogs ran towards the outer fence. I was snapping the resident horse and managed a couple of fence images.
Skabenga hurtling across the fairway towards the boundary fence
Skabenga noses the fence while Eddy checks out the weeds in between the grass
Sniff sniff!
The resident horse in the paddock next door. Unfortunately it stood behind the pole! 

The past week while nurturing and nursing Ambrose back to health, I became quite concerned: his Dad Ginger and Unca Shadow had been shunning him. Perhaps it was the smell of anaesthetic or the dressing OR the fact that Ambrose growled ferociously every time anyone came near him. Ambrose has never been a needy cat - meaning that he's never needed human contact. In fact, whenever we tried to stroke Ambrose, he'd pull away. He's always had enough cuddling, playing and cleaning from his Dad Ginger and Unca Shadow. 

While he was recuperating from the treatment and suffering with pain and discomfort, he allowed me to cuddle and stroke him; even gazing into my eyes as if to say: "why am I hurting so, Mum?" 

Yesterday I was thrilled to see that Ginger was licking and cleaning Ambrose like before. 

Dad Ginger licks and cleans Ambrose while they sat in a sun puddle in my dining room

I'm linking to Good Fences Thursday here


Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Crowned Lapwing

Walking along the golf course with the dogs this week, I heard a Crowned Lapwing call. I'd been watching the Blacksmith Lapwing who's call is a harsh klink-klink-klink sound like a blacksmith's hammer on an anvil. The Crowned Lapwing has a strident shreeek-shreeek call. I stopped and scanned the area from where the sound came...
Finally, I spotted it... Can you see it?
The Crowned Lapwing has sandy brown upperparts, bright red bill and legs and distinctive head patterns unlike any other plover

I'm linking to Wild Bird Wednesday HERE

Thanks for all the kind comments and wishes for Ambrose' healing and well-being. I'm fervently hoping he will never go outside again but I suspect this little cat will be exploring the surrounding properties within a week again. *sigh*