The view from the bedroom window this morning is, well, there isn’t one.
If it weren’t for the choking smell of fire attached to it, I’d think I had wandered on to a film set. Outside is eerie quiet — the eye of the storm kind of feeling. I’m looking at my drum kit and wincing just a bit. I’d planned to track some hitty bangy things today, but even the sound of my footsteps on the floorboards seems loud. The waiting game for some kind of normal to return rolls on, when it does, here’s hoping for positive changes, and we steer clear of complacency.
I’m potentially turning into the crazy cat lady, okay birds, but you get the gist. A new dinner table went up today, as the influx of birds has been quite marked. They are currently cleaning the plates with enthusiasm, clearing the way for the possum and his dinner. That will consist of freeze-dried crickets, apple and banana chips, peas, berries, and…dried soldier fly larvae!!!! The whole banana I have been giving him is apparently equivalent to three big macs from Mc Donalds. I wonder if he’ll have a sugar tanty when he suddenly gets health food. 🙂
Right now, most of us feel we are trying to hold back a tsunami with a cocktail umbrella. The big picture is incredibly overwhelming and all-consuming and can lead us to do nothing. Since birth, we’ve learned to break up our projects into manageable pieces, and this is no different.
Just start with your own 10 square meters. Look after the animals and environment in your area no matter what it is. You’ll be doing good stuff, and it feels great. Last night I was a bit slow delivering my resident possum his dinner. As I approached the platform, he sat back on his legs, hand on hip, “you’re late'” he stared at me! Reaching out, he grabbed the banana I gingerly placed on the shelf. Turning his back on me, he began messily digging in. A momentary pause as he turned to look at me over his shoulder, “Yeah, right…thanks, now off you go.”
to all the friends of the Mallacoota Wildlife Shelter. The last few
days have been horrendous to say the least, so I am sorry if I have not
been able to answer all your questions
yet, My inbox is bulging with posts that I need to reply to. I’m
currently taking a quick breather and will reply to you all shortly. We
have had badly injured animals being bought to the shelter burnt and
badly injured. Which one to treat and make as comfortable as possible?
So many things to do and think of. The house all of a sudden became like
a war zone. So many volunteers ready to help and the support from the
community have been overwhelming and greatly appreciated. The number of
people from all over the world who have posted on our page and made
generous donations are incredible and I can’t thank you enough for your
thoughts and encouragement. I have had many requests to post the bank
details for the wildlife shelter. The details are; SA Johns Wildlife Shelter BSB: 062649. ACC: 10126146 International Donations to be made with Swiftcode CBTAAU2S
I am taking comfort in the things I can control. My beautiful Sharni back from her Xray checkup, six weeks after hip replacement. Pretty dopey from being sedated, but the good news is she healed perfectly. Once I finish here, I’ll be serving dinner to my Possum pal, who seems to have moved in permanently.
Reading this today helped a little too, so I thought I would share for those of you who have not read it.
“A man on the beach where thousands of starfish lay dying in the sun, saw a girl tossing them into the sea, one by one. “Why bother?” he asked. “You won’t make any difference.” Tossing another starfish into the sea, the girl smiled and said, “I made a difference to that one.”
Like everyone else, I’m trying not to drown in the sad news continually rolling in. Instead, here a couple of good things. This Koala hitched a ride with one of the awesome firefighters, and baby Roo was rescued from an inferno. Both are doing well. 🙂
When I was a little kid, I loved the game of golf. I wasn’t half bad at it either. Starting with my Grandfather’s old putter, I’d follow him around the fairways, emulating his every move. Graduating to my own set of clubs, I was consistently in the backyard or on the course. A couple of years into it and I was starting to win a few competitions and pique some interest. The “potential” bomb started floating around, and suddenly I was bombarded with advice and direction. Standing on the 7th hole tee-off, I started to get comfy for the intended shot. ” Drop your shoulder a little, move your left foot back a little, watch the angle of your club, remember to follow through.” Nodding to show my appreciation and stuff down my growing confusion, I swung my wood club and connected with the hapless white ball. It skewed off like a rocket into the arms of a waiting gum tree, who clearly took umbrage at the assault and threw it back at me tenfold. The pain was excruciating, blood ran from my nose, and made an artsy splatter print on my pristine white shirt. I’m sure I would have been a candidate for ‘funny home videos’ if there had been footage. It was safe to say I was no longer enjoying it, but trying to please people around me and live up to their expectations. If I could go back to kid me, I tell em all to please sod off 🙂
This probably feels a bit random, but it stems from constant lifelong pressure to not make a fuss. Keep your opinions to yourself, or there will be consequences. All around me, people are drawing a line in the sand and standing up for what is right. As I half-heartedly tinker on my piano this morning, I could care less about upsetting some presenter, booker agent or fan who disagrees with me. If you know anything about me at all, you’ll know I am not the angry keyboard warrior. I’ve not been interested in declaring my hand either way, but our poor planet is buckling under the weight of us. Before someone tells me to get off my computer then and do something…..I do, and I am. But I also have a voice, and I will join with the growing chorus of others.
By day he’s a mild-mannered King Parrot, and by night he’s a stealthy Possum. Okay…little dramatic 🙂
A few days ago, this possum came in search of water — the demands issued via some grouching and growling at the back door. In these very thirsty times, their natural caution takes a back seat to more significant needs. He happily accepted a large bowl of water before scampering back off into the night. Every night since, I have been placing a water bowl along with a fruit platter on the fence. As the sun goes down, like clockwork, he appears for his feast. The timeshare arrangement with the parrots seems to be working out just fine :-). I got very close to the king parrot this morning. As the thought crossed my mind to reach out for a pat, he gave me that stink eye stare of ‘nope…nope nope nope.’ So I guess that’s a no then…..for now 🙂