The Puppy Who Came In From The Cold

Catherine thought she heard something squealing, but I didn't, so I didn't investigate.  We were just about to sit down to dinner and on my way to the dining room, I could hear Tilly barking and barking.  It was her excited bark, the one she does when she wants someone or something to play with her.  I put down my plate, pulled back the curtain and peered out the window.  I could see Tilly with her head stuck under a table and her tail wagging and lots of excited barks going on.  Further investigation definitely needed.  This could be anything from a snake or lizard, baby rabbit, bird, possum or some other such creature.  So out the back door and onto the verandah.

Imagine my absolute surprise to see a very small puppy whimpering and looking very scared under the table.  I scooped it up and proceeded to bring it inside.  "Catherine, look what I found outside!!!"  It looked like a border collie pup about 6 to 8 weeks but probably closer to 6 than 8.  Considering we are a very long walk from other houses etc., we had no idea where this little one had come from.  I gave it some water which it ignored, so then fetched a saucer of milk which it finished in no time.  And then lay down and started to nod off.  After we finished dinner I rang round the closest neighbours but noone had any idea where it had come from.  One neighbour suggested it might be a dingo pup because she had a splash of white on her tail.  But this puppy was quite friendly and came when you tapped the floor and definitely didn't seem like she'd been bred in the wild.  So nothing we could do that night, we tucked her up in a box in the bathroom to keep her away from Tilly who we knew would just terrorise her wanting to play a game or some such thing.  The next day there were no messes in the bathroom.  She finished off a hearty meal and we took her outside where she did her business.   

She was sooooo cute.  A little blue and white border collie - or what we thought was a border collie.  I headed off to the post office to put up a "Found a Puppy" sign.  On my way down the road, I could see a man walking down the road appearing to look under houses etc.  So I drove up to him and said have you lost a puppy.  Of course he had, so within no time puppy and owner were reunited.  He took her home to mummy and daddy border collie and her two siblings.  Do pups have siblings.  We were very sad to see her go as she had been perfectly behaved and no trouble at all.  Her owner said she was about 7 weeks old.  She had walked about 500 metres to our house through very long grass.  She could never have climbed up onto the verandah.  That must have been the squealing we heard.  We think Tilly must have grabbed her with her mouth and placed her on the verandah to have a game.

Who else is over the overuse of the word "NOW"

Is anyone else over the use of the word "NOW" by Australian television reporters and journalists.  Nearly every sentence these days - especially by reporters in the field - begins with the word "NOW".  Today I heard Melissa Clarke on the ABC Morning News show say "Now, coming up later......"  How can it be now, if it is coming up later.  You'll hear journalists saying things like, "Now, yesterday I talked to Mr ...."  or "Now, we're hoping to speak with .... in the next cross".  Now, Now, Now.  It is being used as a segue and I would just like to say I'm over it.  Please listen to what you're saying and stop, stop it now.  Now that's all I have to say on that.  Now, I'm going to end here.  Now that's your lot.  Now let's stop using now frequently and switch to using it every now and then, like it used to be.  Now try to keep it off the beginning of your sentences.  Thank you and now I'm going.

Christmas 2012 has come and gone

How quickly did 2012 go by.  Even New Year's Eve (which in the past has gone on interminably) seemed to fly by this year.  Those last few weeks in December travelled over the speed limit as far as I was concerned.  Unfortunately there was no time to send cards this year.  I just hope the few friends I have left, don't drop me because of my failure to send out Christmas Cards.  I'm thinking of mailing everyone a January newsletter to give my reasons for being so remiss. 

The lazy days of summer have arrived in Brisbane.  The buzz of the Cicada chorus is present all day and then at night the crickets and mossies take over.  We also seem to be getting more than our fair share of large cockroaches which are drawn to the night time lights and fly in through the windows.  The quickest way to despatch these is with carefully thrown thong.  Tilly gets most excited when she hears the sound of a thong thwacking the floor or a wall - she likes to rub her face on whatever remains of these obnoxious creatures.  Who knew cockroaches would have a delicate aroma which is extremely attractive to German Shepherds.  Tilly is now 10 months old and adult sized.  Of course she is a wild as ever and has managed to destroy all our pot plants, and anything plastic or metal left lying around the garden.  Her latest foray has been to get stuck into the number plate on our car.  It now has a couple of teeth marks and has been badly mauled around the edges. 

Christmas was wonderful this year with all the extended family returning home to Brisbane to celebrate.  My niece and her husband and four small daughters returned from Singapore, my nephew returned from London, and my other nephew came with his partner and young son and daughter from Sydney.  On Christmas Day we all gathered at my sister Dianne's home to celebrate - 23 including children.  Boxing Day we went to my sister Vicki's home for another feast and about 30 guests this time.  I think I must have put on a couple of kilos over this period with way too much delicious food consumed.  The weather in Brisbane has been glorious.  There have been a couple of very hot days but mostly the days have been 30 degrees Celsius or less.  Perfect for languid days by the pool or at the beach.  I'll try to post a few pictures to highlight this period, but for some reason I'm having trouble bringing up the browse box to load them up from my computer.  Happy 2013 to anyone who happens to read this blog - good health and happiness in the coming year is my wish to all.

Vicki's Christmas Tree

Tilly's fully Grown now but still acting like a crazy puppy

Festive Season down under and a full moon as well

Charlie possum stalking

We were very lucky a week ago.  A couple of hail storms passed through our property at Dalveen.  It makes a change from our normal weather pattern of misty rain, light rain, heavy rain and torrential downpours intermingled with lots and lots of very dry days.  The storms crossed our path on Sunday 9th December.  The first storm was accompanied by lots of thunder and lightning with pea sized hail stones falling for about 10 minutes.  About 40 minutes later the second hail storm came through - this time there was no thunder or lightning.  Just a little bit of rain for about 3 minutes and then the hail came pelting down for about 10 minutes.  This time the hail was the size of marbles.  The noise as these stones bounced off the old corrugated iron roof was deafening.  We were most impressed and at one stage it looked like we might get a complete covering of hail on the ground, but sadly it wasn't to be.  Tilly went a little crazy during and after the storm.  She's a great fan of ice as it is and always wants an ice cube if I'm getting any from the refrigerator.  She saw these hail stones as manna from heaven.  During the pea sized hail storm she ventured out onto the grass to collect a few.  She was shocked when they kept pelting down onto her and jumped back onto the verandah and the partial shelter offered there.  The look she gave Catherine and I was one of complete disbelief.  I'm sure she thought we were pelting her with the hail stones whenever she ventured out onto the grass.  When the second storm passed through we brought her inside as I'm sure the larger hail stones would have done considerable damage to her if she'd gone out onto the grass.
 

Marble sized hail pelting down

The storm is over and this is the result - not quite complete coverage

Tilly's excited

These ones were still there about 3 days later

Why are my feet so cold?

Tilly eating all the hail stones that landed on the verandah

When the sun came out the mist started rising as the hail melted

Metamorphosis - butterflies have emerged from the Chrysalis ship

Last time we were at Dalveen I took a photograph of a very interesting web.  In among the downhanging branches of some mistletoe, a butterfly - or possibly a moth - had laid her eggs.  By the time we saw it, the caterpillars had entered their chrysalises (probably that should be chrysalides) so we had no idea what would come out when they finally metamorphosed into winged creatures.  This is what the original chrysalises looked like.

And this is what happened while we were up there this week. 

Not sure if they are butterflies or moths.  The underside of the wings have the bright colours and the top of the wings is a whitish grey.  Whatever they are, they're very beautiful and what's interesting is they seem to be hanging around until they all emerge.  We had to come back today and there were still about half a dozen that hadn't emerged yet and about 15 were clinging to the web waiting.  There were a a couple of magpies sitting in the tree but they didn't seem interested in them.  Maybe the colour is designed to look like something that would taste terrible??  Mother nature - you've got to love her.

Postscript - Aha, I've got a name at last. This butterfly is an Imperial Jezebel or Delias Harpalyce - mostly found in Victoria and Eastern NSW

Ah, Spring and new life at Dalveen

I love Spring - especially at Dalveen.  It has been very dry in Brisbane and Dalveen this winter but we still seem to have a bit of green grass around the house at Dalveen.  This brings in the wallabies during the night and when you wake up in the morning there's usually still a few strays hanging around having a bit of a munch on the grass before Tilly gets out there and scares them off.  I captured these shots through the kitchen window which has fly screen on it - that's why they're a bit fuzzy.  The little joey in the pouch is allowed out every now and then by a very cautious mother.  She knows there's a crazy puppy which could romp around the corner at any time, so usually when she's this close to the house, she keeps her joey securely cocooned in her pouch.

We've also been blessed with the arrival of a pair of spotted pardalotes this year.  In our ten years at the property at Dalveen I've only ever seen Striated Pardalotes, but this year this little pair have turned up and have dug out a small tunnel under the dinghy where they've obviously placed their nest.  Unfortunately there's no way of seeing what's going on in there, but I feel sure it's all about procreation.  These few pics give you some idea of how cute these little birds are and unlike the Striated Pardalote, they seem particularly curious to find out more about Tilly and me when we go on our daily walks.

 

  

Unfortunately there will be no new life where Tilly is concerned.  She reached the six month mark and as we aren't going to be breeding from her, it was off to the Vet to be desexed.  She wasn't too happy about the headwear, but everything has progressed nicely and she is fully recovered from the op.

Brass Monkey weather at Dalveen

We're just back from a couple of weeks at Dalveen.  Very cold mornings up there last week.  Tilly likes to get up around 6 am, and try as I might, I just can't seem to get her to sleep in.  I usually take her outside to go to the toilet then lock her back in the bedroom while I get a fire started in the lounge, the kettle boiling and prepare her food.  By the time I've done those few tasks, it's about 6.30 and time for a pre breakfast walk for the pup.  The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon at this hour, so it's especially cold.  Thankfully we're just walking the 20 acres of our property, so no-one can see me with woollen cap pulled low, scarf draped around my neck and bound tightly across my nose and mouth, wool lined boots and two jackets.  Combine this all with a pair of gloves and I can barely move.  Even with much protection, I'm still aware that it's cold.  I know it gets a lot colder around the world, but Minus 5 degrees centigrade one day and Minus 4 degrees the next tested out my shiver threshold. 

There was a wonderful frost all across the property so on the second day I took my camera with me to catch a few photographs.  I'm especially happy with the photograph of the ice coating on the old gate.

Retirement is proving to be far too hectic

Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to update my blog in a little while.  I might be retired but it doesn't seem like it.  It's so hectic around here at the moment.  Tilly is growing up at a very fast rate and requires lots of walks to dampen her excess energy.  The baby teeth are still there, but she's been mouthing a lot so I am expecting her adult teeth to start coming through any day.  She is so different in personality to our previous German Shepherd Rosie who was a dog's dog.  Rosie's happiest times were when she was running around with other dogs, or hunting down a rabbit, a lizard or even a wallaby or two.  Tilly on the other hand just loves to be around people.  When we take her to puppy school, she's in seventh heaven - and she appears to be just as happy saying hello to all the people there as she is saying hello to the other pups.  However, we do hope she will become a little more discerning.  It would be nice to feel assured that she will protect our house from intruders when we're not home, rather than welcome them with a wag of the tail and a friendly lick.

Catching a few warming rays with Mummy

About to get up to no good in the garden bed

24 hours later - Surprise, surprise.  Last night Tilly decided for the first time she didn't like the man talking to me from the other side of the fence and started barking at him to send him on his way.  And what a bark it was.  Previous barks have been high pitched puppy barks, this one was like a teenage boy on the brink of a voice change.  A little high pitched to start with, and then a much deeper voice.  Well done Tilly - you might end up a good guard dog for us after all!!