tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252395584694342232024-02-20T02:54:16.087+10:00Fifty and over itMadonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-24663062066943772492011-06-03T22:31:00.003+10:002011-06-03T23:30:43.776+10:00Xena Warrior Princess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXc0os7JRNGCe6QxPkiL1rdYRGKqUg6lDkTbm6HJU8eAcNS-V6CxHiII5cq_-P5TGOTgI7WjlVDEqZRyiuSkLFOwILoYgAo6_ZPt9I7GPdEVhyphenhyphenOvgVDeXSH5n_fu4iE4W1MBnF61ivkJs/s1600/DSCF0327.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXc0os7JRNGCe6QxPkiL1rdYRGKqUg6lDkTbm6HJU8eAcNS-V6CxHiII5cq_-P5TGOTgI7WjlVDEqZRyiuSkLFOwILoYgAo6_ZPt9I7GPdEVhyphenhyphenOvgVDeXSH5n_fu4iE4W1MBnF61ivkJs/s320/DSCF0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613984394353818114" border="0" /></a><br />Fourteen and a half years ago I was told by my then husband and two daughters that we were getting a new pet ( a dog). My response was a resounding <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NOOOOOOO</span>. For all my protest she still arrived. She visited for one night to see if she liked us and we liked her. She stayed for fourteen and a half years.<br /><br />Her first week I slept with her downstairs and then took a week off work to try and settle her into some routine. (That was a joke she made up her routine as she went along.) After two weeks she got sick with kennel cough,I still remember her snuggled up on my chest fast asleep. As much as I said no she became a very big part of my life.<br /><br />I remember spending several hours looking for her one day only to find she had chewed the mesh under an old lounge chair and made a hammock for herself and fell asleep.<br /><br />Her first couple of years were a nightmare she tried to escape from every nook and cranny in the back yard. I spent a fortune on mesh and wood to stop her squeezing through fences and digging under them.<br /><br />I have so many memories of her digging, chewing and escaping. She became a part of our family and my life. She saved my sanity and my life when my marriage fell apart. She became my best friend, she gave me comfort and healing, she never judged, yelled, cried or talked back, she just gave me lots of love and cuddles.<br /><br />This week the time came for me to repay all her love and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">companionship</span> in a way that I hated having to do, I made the decision to have her put to sleep.<br /><br />She had stopped eating on Monday so we took her to the vet on Tuesday the results came in on Tuesday night saying her kidneys were failing and I needed to get a urine sample. What fun job that was standing around waiting for her to pee and then getting a bottle under her when she did. She didn't mind though because I think she knew or maybe by then she didn't really care.<br />What followed will be etched in my memory forever. The vet saying this is not curable and we could make her comfortable for the next 4-6 weeks. How do you make them comfortable by sticking needles into them and shoving pills down their throat and putting them on drips because they are not eating because their gums are swollen and their teeth are sore and they feel sick. How I ask you HOW???<br />So on the 01/06/2011 at 10.15am I made one of the hardest decisions I have made in my life to have my best friend put to sleep. Rest in Peace my baby girl because I won't for a while to come. Guilt is not an easy friend to live with even though I feel I did right by her I still fell guilty. Did I make the right the decision or not, there was no going back, when the vet brought her back into to me after it was done I thought NOOOOO again. (Come back for one last cuddle and smile).<br />She will be sadly missed.<br /><br />Xena warrior princess beagle born the 10/12/96 died the 01/06/11.<br /><br />Now two days later I look at her empty bowl, her blanket, her toys and her photo and wonder what if I had changed my mind. I could have had 4-6 weeks with her But would that have been fair on her?<br /><br />Love you baby. R.I.P.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-67226583368897527052010-03-21T21:03:00.011+10:002010-03-22T21:39:41.455+10:00My daughters wedding day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS0PG61xZpPVSIfnZFsQoTbZ6ZmzkrOKl6slKaYbbgmRsBJQXELSrGi8mHv80xdpRecruOhzWh5HUEE7hKyKu-JaqFPEKJHghjt__79d34U_nUlVoGRtQ8kiUhHajSOyiOFvbuSAIJfU/s1600-h/Hoffman+197.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS0PG61xZpPVSIfnZFsQoTbZ6ZmzkrOKl6slKaYbbgmRsBJQXELSrGi8mHv80xdpRecruOhzWh5HUEE7hKyKu-JaqFPEKJHghjt__79d34U_nUlVoGRtQ8kiUhHajSOyiOFvbuSAIJfU/s320/Hoffman+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451420825004436578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pics of my daughters wedding day even though it rained you could not wipe the smiles from the happy bride and grooms face. In the above picture is my ex to the left Brett, Jess, Myself and Steve.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1Ax2YGPe4goee6W7jYG4TgC2-Lu_fnLZYmfukhsE9wev3TUJNBnDJWP1UhFRhbCDPPyyRrOFpU3JmEC-kmzQCu2rQiE2SvXf6oahrUDM5KKhwzFNcBsrG0qDRejDjyAYOKcHFWoKPyo/s1600-h/Hoffman+205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1Ax2YGPe4goee6W7jYG4TgC2-Lu_fnLZYmfukhsE9wev3TUJNBnDJWP1UhFRhbCDPPyyRrOFpU3JmEC-kmzQCu2rQiE2SvXf6oahrUDM5KKhwzFNcBsrG0qDRejDjyAYOKcHFWoKPyo/s320/Hoffman+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418647786112050" border="0" /></a>Sarah, Brett, Jess, Me and Steve<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkX98enFbLjfCamONz49bxe1dF0jjykDzLfCE0h7z3jg4W-TpdnADXVQbZMib9BT4-7xOkjG7GdGsCJ31wCIK-mh6WHI8p9ZDONwMYjAfYqSwvxDTseakgpZE5yOigIEJ8R27uV9Pfong/s1600-h/Hoffman+377.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkX98enFbLjfCamONz49bxe1dF0jjykDzLfCE0h7z3jg4W-TpdnADXVQbZMib9BT4-7xOkjG7GdGsCJ31wCIK-mh6WHI8p9ZDONwMYjAfYqSwvxDTseakgpZE5yOigIEJ8R27uV9Pfong/s320/Hoffman+377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451045984546832994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGEpVi3EuQyYb3NHKGCBOD2V5vpwcKvK7uUxrmEakCqbv1RI10Src3WmWdDqm71LPfs6FYEq4O26C-F-59n9NKYFcqqUaCwc9oU73-lqjQxao1IW8oghDX-yZFgSb45FhQcaThJwbuPA/s1600-h/Hoffman+361.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGEpVi3EuQyYb3NHKGCBOD2V5vpwcKvK7uUxrmEakCqbv1RI10Src3WmWdDqm71LPfs6FYEq4O26C-F-59n9NKYFcqqUaCwc9oU73-lqjQxao1IW8oghDX-yZFgSb45FhQcaThJwbuPA/s320/Hoffman+361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451044119641908994" border="0" /></a>The Bridal Party and yes one of the groomsmen was a female<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCawxHoHutijoVeJuZIu0ns-MIT8LXK8Mjk9lX30Ic2-nfW_x7eqqTLcSTN2GGNvdYCHGlp89_JiAMvr1DII0XY3-GECMuK76iQkFm83xsW7VSLqaHhPO47Qrdb6nmnUkVC_7iXz31aE/s1600-h/Hoffman+243.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCawxHoHutijoVeJuZIu0ns-MIT8LXK8Mjk9lX30Ic2-nfW_x7eqqTLcSTN2GGNvdYCHGlp89_JiAMvr1DII0XY3-GECMuK76iQkFm83xsW7VSLqaHhPO47Qrdb6nmnUkVC_7iXz31aE/s320/Hoffman+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451043822099847586" border="0" /></a>My two lovely daughters Sarah and Jessica.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBq9xz3BwYtLlpnkIk7n2-NsRbbbLk1smFOhrNpuoxDna1m17huGi4vxJ_NncKiwVWn2IgQ9601UUvrB-aYwPyLgKATjlh9yYcYOkupa7GGbFxY_NR3PH0Rhap-EVV5PeTVEf9K5xgTo/s1600-h/Hoffman+198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBq9xz3BwYtLlpnkIk7n2-NsRbbbLk1smFOhrNpuoxDna1m17huGi4vxJ_NncKiwVWn2IgQ9601UUvrB-aYwPyLgKATjlh9yYcYOkupa7GGbFxY_NR3PH0Rhap-EVV5PeTVEf9K5xgTo/s320/Hoffman+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451043576478454546" border="0" /></a>All the grandparents that are still alive were there to see the day.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXX6iRfjT5L4QJd_LU5FLTwOfnCTSF4wOvSd2woCFKEE2eszT3PkHnU4twvGiBKCRcyf0-dAurFHfPlEAoGqRBJ0B-Vy6uch7pIPmuHWtWUpWF4KHzCyuH2Ro6aEXAZqJbg1ZUlH90oQ/s1600-h/Hoffman+290.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXX6iRfjT5L4QJd_LU5FLTwOfnCTSF4wOvSd2woCFKEE2eszT3PkHnU4twvGiBKCRcyf0-dAurFHfPlEAoGqRBJ0B-Vy6uch7pIPmuHWtWUpWF4KHzCyuH2Ro6aEXAZqJbg1ZUlH90oQ/s320/Hoffman+290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451043280334147922" border="0" /></a>Even though it rained it was a lovely day.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0sq2kra9h-qVGhG9B1urFjgmTNcVTGBTDGuj9CLq2A8E3eEBsR4KzKfv5DqjptZKzhVnpLnvY-20dnOxpLITAEMHFIOD7xZdawb0TmnbV_kVMCVRo8_G7jqr8q0F4-kIyM1lvNdopUw/s1600-h/Hoffman+225.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0sq2kra9h-qVGhG9B1urFjgmTNcVTGBTDGuj9CLq2A8E3eEBsR4KzKfv5DqjptZKzhVnpLnvY-20dnOxpLITAEMHFIOD7xZdawb0TmnbV_kVMCVRo8_G7jqr8q0F4-kIyM1lvNdopUw/s320/Hoffman+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451043055434289378" border="0" /></a>The happy couple.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOi9_pFiiCLgknRP2pNL0fWDZtFnoV6abWJii-Fjy2waGh5jrSgRaYtNFTL7THWUqU5cT-4MyPagek9I1spRRPcg9rSydRnJo_SWBHDGlTZKz-eQCcI37ehbuMqOOLaruBM0ujGIezHE/s1600-h/Hoffman+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOi9_pFiiCLgknRP2pNL0fWDZtFnoV6abWJii-Fjy2waGh5jrSgRaYtNFTL7THWUqU5cT-4MyPagek9I1spRRPcg9rSydRnJo_SWBHDGlTZKz-eQCcI37ehbuMqOOLaruBM0ujGIezHE/s320/Hoffman+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451042891716439474" border="0" /></a>My Jess. She is so beautiful.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nWaTBPw44vTXCSk-Y6WfM4Poi61BGpSwnlRFKSIHq-6b5q-N43MMCVUA5ldRMFHo297BMeoja3Zo2n7qGJoKcD0dW1QhyphenhyphenDXXU3JtiqYjpixyKZomHDvDc8wAjGsDYbVAGYTYgqcDXpM/s1600-h/Hoffman+389.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nWaTBPw44vTXCSk-Y6WfM4Poi61BGpSwnlRFKSIHq-6b5q-N43MMCVUA5ldRMFHo297BMeoja3Zo2n7qGJoKcD0dW1QhyphenhyphenDXXU3JtiqYjpixyKZomHDvDc8wAjGsDYbVAGYTYgqcDXpM/s320/Hoffman+389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451046182591000770" border="0" /></a>The team trying to get the mud off the dress before the reception.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nWaTBPw44vTXCSk-Y6WfM4Poi61BGpSwnlRFKSIHq-6b5q-N43MMCVUA5ldRMFHo297BMeoja3Zo2n7qGJoKcD0dW1QhyphenhyphenDXXU3JtiqYjpixyKZomHDvDc8wAjGsDYbVAGYTYgqcDXpM/s1600-h/Hoffman+389.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nWaTBPw44vTXCSk-Y6WfM4Poi61BGpSwnlRFKSIHq-6b5q-N43MMCVUA5ldRMFHo297BMeoja3Zo2n7qGJoKcD0dW1QhyphenhyphenDXXU3JtiqYjpixyKZomHDvDc8wAjGsDYbVAGYTYgqcDXpM/s1600-h/Hoffman+389.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLJ57gBU8aYBLheLiIKMltIayKQStMNdRF6WlXue0ByZwVtUWbndQboCASyHPzyvqmhBaTqsA0nuc_FAb4DkHgms41jISvSJOKEtBevbAEA0ehYV-ggNM-89Ex6Q49iobMk3w0vrkUZ8/s1600-h/Hoffman+394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLJ57gBU8aYBLheLiIKMltIayKQStMNdRF6WlXue0ByZwVtUWbndQboCASyHPzyvqmhBaTqsA0nuc_FAb4DkHgms41jISvSJOKEtBevbAEA0ehYV-ggNM-89Ex6Q49iobMk3w0vrkUZ8/s320/Hoffman+394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451046367464913890" border="0" /></a><br />All The Guests<br /></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-25996332152393941832010-03-10T23:35:00.002+10:002010-03-10T23:49:37.101+10:00The twists in lifeToday is not a happy day but a day to remember my lovely Aunt passed away she was a woman that in today's world would rarely been seen,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span> she was a woman of character and principal she was an artist in her dressmaking and paintings. She would make you laugh just by talking to her. My regret is I did not visit her in her final days, I was always to busy (no excuse). Beating myself up will accomplish nothing. May she rest in peace. May her children and grand children and great children see what she was made of and move forward and be as great as she was.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-82581748865082163982010-03-03T22:09:00.002+10:002010-03-03T22:12:23.926+10:00WeddingTwo and a half days to go and the wedding is upon us so looking forward to seeing my beautiful daughter get married. Rock on Saturday. Will post lots of photos after the day. :)Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-15492377404049944252010-02-19T21:25:00.012+10:002010-03-01T21:28:35.185+10:00Our wildlife over the past twelve months<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqULnP-sc2rxPDfqtRBPiSUTmTEIHeCw2SueIlGr1m1UfyesUT5PsviPOBgbuEuaEe1NCXpam2ynNcdxf4Y5zcKAAuEONx8Dz83Ezey4tc3BLqpafjbUXEpmhYruFMa_sMG8p8itP1uw/s1600-h/DSCF1381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqULnP-sc2rxPDfqtRBPiSUTmTEIHeCw2SueIlGr1m1UfyesUT5PsviPOBgbuEuaEe1NCXpam2ynNcdxf4Y5zcKAAuEONx8Dz83Ezey4tc3BLqpafjbUXEpmhYruFMa_sMG8p8itP1uw/s320/DSCF1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439921205503561106" border="0" /></a><br />Some of our ringtails in care at the moment. In the front is Prue and the eyes you can see are Basil's our third is called Manny.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISCITcI18uGuAsmEdvk-g5DxGDcd6M2ovKUnCQ7jEFcfOxnMEwpPoIwBWJCES6B6iuxTwaqL5FxWyZLVclhLUs8Sxhv4OYJyUVqR9pDjXAg4t12P7lLCnINOi3Mwq5NUAkX6OIoY0YGs/s1600-h/DSCF1291.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISCITcI18uGuAsmEdvk-g5DxGDcd6M2ovKUnCQ7jEFcfOxnMEwpPoIwBWJCES6B6iuxTwaqL5FxWyZLVclhLUs8Sxhv4OYJyUVqR9pDjXAg4t12P7lLCnINOi3Mwq5NUAkX6OIoY0YGs/s320/DSCF1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439920498765562818" border="0" /></a>This is Ruby one of our girls that we had for a short time she is still alive and thriving with a new creche.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzu-9qIRmWfP4zG7oQAntZkqktY3-UoPWKPgMvEhIXe324zYlTAuCL3y41scpk0wAQA0TeWnezcbZs52JBeyO-qv6hSHI_MGJ0erP3bVQWu7xHmg1fdUaN9YUYNkSrcx_P6nyeso7Cig/s1600-h/DSCF1317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzu-9qIRmWfP4zG7oQAntZkqktY3-UoPWKPgMvEhIXe324zYlTAuCL3y41scpk0wAQA0TeWnezcbZs52JBeyO-qv6hSHI_MGJ0erP3bVQWu7xHmg1fdUaN9YUYNkSrcx_P6nyeso7Cig/s320/DSCF1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439919755741756594" border="0" /></a>My biggest animal and baby in care my hubby Steve.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCZudQa4SOkw0L2YMNwKE9nsszRPYtOIN0r_nhd7t4uyJs9cdA2czxDAUCYI4GqzdhMbuqOTN-cz_z-Mjd8mZTcHsA8Hkcn8dIz_c8wKyYtIxpXM13Xs6zMzke-aImTeQ7VRgnSbcv7o/s1600-h/DSCF1323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCZudQa4SOkw0L2YMNwKE9nsszRPYtOIN0r_nhd7t4uyJs9cdA2czxDAUCYI4GqzdhMbuqOTN-cz_z-Mjd8mZTcHsA8Hkcn8dIz_c8wKyYtIxpXM13Xs6zMzke-aImTeQ7VRgnSbcv7o/s320/DSCF1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439917882418047938" border="0" /></a>Our Tawnies day time shot. They are all in a don't care mood as they are not hungry.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4q2HV2xDfrxhbzfhpDEyQblPmPAKJLIvIN0pwUgwhFYdxjJ9lnAsaWKe621DGxItDRqB0OhWRvb8wQpBHHW3xYS0q8le-hf-5YMYD8JVJVO_txaoNa4_BZl2EbQn0ok4UvMsRUBrb3I/s1600-h/DSCF1320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4q2HV2xDfrxhbzfhpDEyQblPmPAKJLIvIN0pwUgwhFYdxjJ9lnAsaWKe621DGxItDRqB0OhWRvb8wQpBHHW3xYS0q8le-hf-5YMYD8JVJVO_txaoNa4_BZl2EbQn0ok4UvMsRUBrb3I/s320/DSCF1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439917418736137474" border="0" /></a>Night time shot. All alert and hungry or full.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_g1aEalJs9q8BrVnp7tJFkyPJs7GnQmM0swKvkiILmABU9MRoCRE1WvaB4p8rUj_jAJC-_m5JeOFAW1KOlv6odedRwMWF_hy7XvcAEMZJsR2wueIN1UXkIq1sqq1kYbXGJ0ilkGeOh2s/s1600-h/DSCF1263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_g1aEalJs9q8BrVnp7tJFkyPJs7GnQmM0swKvkiILmABU9MRoCRE1WvaB4p8rUj_jAJC-_m5JeOFAW1KOlv6odedRwMWF_hy7XvcAEMZJsR2wueIN1UXkIq1sqq1kYbXGJ0ilkGeOh2s/s320/DSCF1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439916589135198610" border="0" /></a><br />This is Bertie one of our Brushies due for release soon he now weighs about 1.5kg.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnmVSIhyNLFIe-6CPk0-Q-05Wm8hvXO8bmn9CitNvzAusNi49xgXIiBw8u8ALH4CogWAH2J7MO1s9owLNSna9MovjdeMQNYUXL33LZ0cq0rGEWn85daguvubfrJgxyJTqXHOJQaNfjUQ/s1600-h/DSCF1253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnmVSIhyNLFIe-6CPk0-Q-05Wm8hvXO8bmn9CitNvzAusNi49xgXIiBw8u8ALH4CogWAH2J7MO1s9owLNSna9MovjdeMQNYUXL33LZ0cq0rGEWn85daguvubfrJgxyJTqXHOJQaNfjUQ/s320/DSCF1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439916027746069730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One of our tawnies.<br /></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-13451928562145727142010-02-18T21:05:00.002+10:002010-02-18T23:04:36.531+10:00I Am BackIt has been a while since I last posted, not long, nearly a year. Have spent most of the past year working and doing more work. We are still into our wildlife caring but we will be taking a small break of three weeks in April which I think I am in desperate need of, my last break from all the daily routine was in April 2008. We have had many new and varied species in our lives and have been enjoying all the knowledge and the company of our wildlife. I am thinking of changing my blog title to my wildlife, either that or Life in my fifties but as I enjoy writing more about my animals I think that maybe the better option.<br /><br />At the moment we have some great new little friends to care for five cute ringtails. I have two creches one with 2 males and a female and the other two females. I have made the difficult decision not to do brushtails any more they are cute, cuddly, tenacious and very hard to move on hence my reasoning for not doing them any more. Working nearly full time and caring tends to be a bit difficult at the best of times.<br /><br />On a different note my eldest daughter gets married in three weeks so there are lots of preparations going on and I am looking forward to the big event. (Even though it means seeing all the ex in laws and out laws). Seriously though even that I don't think will be to bad. I think maybe I am growing.<br /><br />As each day passes I feel more confident in myself and my relationship with my husband it has taken me a long time to get to where I am. I have started to learn that with time and love comes healing.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-22765833453914948722009-03-14T20:24:00.005+10:002009-04-02T23:21:16.224+10:00Back to Life in my FortiesHave gone off on a tangent lately with the animals but will try to get back on track for a little bit any way.<br /><br />My eldest daughter Jess has announced that her and her partner are getting married and hope to be having a child soon, given her health history of late, I am over the moon and am hoping things go right for them both for a change. On another side I am working part time and so is Steve, so the question arises how on earth are we going to help pay for the wedding. I am already working six days a week and finances are starting to get tight, with the economic climate as it stands at the moment I am worried.<br /><br />I thought that when I reached my forties I would be at least be moderately well off considering I have worked most of my life but (Life) sometimes throws you some curve balls. For example divorce, bankruptcy, redundancy, bills etc.<br /><br />Just hope it all works out. But my ex husband has informed our daughters that he is retiring next year so hopefully he will pay for a change. O My God how bad does that sound (bitter and twisted) . Sorry. <br /><br />Maybe I should return to writing about my animals at least I get enjoyment from them with their antics and won't come across as getting just plain old and a whiner.<br /><br />Oh to be happy, young and CAREFREE like my baby animals, they get cleaned and fed and will be released back out into the wild, maybe I should come back as one of them. God that sounds good. No bills, no work, no housework, no stress and no worries.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-76856822238403440082009-03-08T21:12:00.008+10:002009-03-08T22:32:34.620+10:00Do people really care.I have not written much lately, Life in my forties has had a lot of side tracks. I have come to realise that there are some important things happening aside from being forty. Apart from being tired all the time from working 6 days a week. Many of the wildlife we are getting into care are dying which is not healthy for the environment and I have come to the realisation that progress in the human sense is killing them. My last blog entry was about Hamish a baby brushtail a dog attack since then we have had a female ringtail with baby twins in her pouch all died also due to domestic dog attack. Another brushtail unknown reasons but found with dogs. Several birds some dog and some cat attacks. But one of our latest was human, a snare causing a broken front leg and major damage to his upper front leg resulting in gangrene and having to be put down.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-ss-pRTkPBOn1SyRaiUf84SG_FHOk0Nu8wN5OXNsPP9YbVg8A9tzVsk2SN_uMBsWcjhfmRADe4B5tqkzaMZTEvnIrb02EouXFp3D-VpC9ikMx-Z-KkGegZxZjqS3TvYTcATSyvvO4dU/s1600-h/DSCF1178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-ss-pRTkPBOn1SyRaiUf84SG_FHOk0Nu8wN5OXNsPP9YbVg8A9tzVsk2SN_uMBsWcjhfmRADe4B5tqkzaMZTEvnIrb02EouXFp3D-VpC9ikMx-Z-KkGegZxZjqS3TvYTcATSyvvO4dU/s320/DSCF1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310776042716155762" border="0" /></a><br />He is in so much pain and scared.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TxVrvDW4mGY7bhfztny5QiHqBoTrGt4ODiuwkSAVR5bN5k8CNPAeNn_8tyq_PiShEZ4c-qp_Kl18-nse-iZti_H9Q4S3-S60mo0_94yw59VA9Qjvz1UTOrPoDzpXF6kAkJyrr9VXW0Q/s1600-h/DSCF1180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TxVrvDW4mGY7bhfztny5QiHqBoTrGt4ODiuwkSAVR5bN5k8CNPAeNn_8tyq_PiShEZ4c-qp_Kl18-nse-iZti_H9Q4S3-S60mo0_94yw59VA9Qjvz1UTOrPoDzpXF6kAkJyrr9VXW0Q/s320/DSCF1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310784807852400850" border="0" /></a>You can see the snare marks around his ankles.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />The vet we got him from said he just needed some care for a couple of weeks and could be released. They did not tell us he had a broken leg or give us medication for his wound.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On a brighter note we have little Terry who we have had since Christmas Eve. His injuries were his front leg unknown cause. He is growing and is a pig loves his food and lots of attention. He should be ready for release in a couple of months.<br /></div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUlndLfwYWul_tjlZoTN8YxcDf7jFrv4U3LhyphenhyphenbSsF0xI-MX2P7mz_qgpo7TLCTCT0-7uHx9EUpU-N6GUXj2gPq_s8SuZw-mbOeWzB_wuktWm6negvoLoFOD-TgI6_vtLwu5TYSN3BOdY/s1600-h/DSCF1184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUlndLfwYWul_tjlZoTN8YxcDf7jFrv4U3LhyphenhyphenbSsF0xI-MX2P7mz_qgpo7TLCTCT0-7uHx9EUpU-N6GUXj2gPq_s8SuZw-mbOeWzB_wuktWm6negvoLoFOD-TgI6_vtLwu5TYSN3BOdY/s320/DSCF1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310779280726812386" border="0" /></a>He likes to sit on peoples head just like mum's back only our skulls are not as tough so can be quite painful. Head massage with needles would be an apt description.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt83ldt7e8BBGpXyCWrVXMvCrGe90NCVyPrZhdtrK30QbKGxK3IQb_pwLrlG9__3Ixgg91XmZTJVUkPY0VDfpoTkggqOeUvKhDtIEBLhyphenhyphenT-SUkkLuF_F0-olhQy-hJQpK0pXpsH3c1mrc/s1600-h/DSCF1182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt83ldt7e8BBGpXyCWrVXMvCrGe90NCVyPrZhdtrK30QbKGxK3IQb_pwLrlG9__3Ixgg91XmZTJVUkPY0VDfpoTkggqOeUvKhDtIEBLhyphenhyphenT-SUkkLuF_F0-olhQy-hJQpK0pXpsH3c1mrc/s320/DSCF1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310791868556177394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">His claws are very sharp. But he is oh so adorable.<br /></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-72104819044552952792009-02-17T21:22:00.002+10:002009-02-17T21:38:26.691+10:00Hamish R.I.P.After such a good start my baby Hamish had a rupture in is bladder from the dog attack. After the Vet examined him and Hamish my little boy took a swipe at him (for examining him) I had to leave him to be sedated and checked and hopefully drained so he did not get renal problems. My last visual contact of the little tyke was him looking up at me with his big brown eyes and giving me a lick on the chin and cuddling into my chest. He died on the operating table. Very sad and lots of tears but a least he did not suffer. (God life is hard and unforgiving sometimes)<br /><br />May my little boy rest in peace.<br /><br />I love being a wildlife carer but some times it can be very emotionally draining. My next one will hopefully have a better start in this world and a better future. I live in hope of all the animals we get into care.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-13031214142248358752009-02-12T21:59:00.006+10:002009-02-12T22:50:31.506+10:00A day in the life of young Hamish the Brushtail Possum<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3IRuZWpylCQX1kTxrYW1fKajXEU-LneEGKNwUittR7Xwa2cZpfr5qVpiDbjsHd74IjBG-J91sE_YOsfv_WOaHtTm7Vj5Da7Anbqqa2LenRDwbLYEEg5chRjhYZE8gOk18pF9E6bxxQs/s1600-h/DSCF1174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3IRuZWpylCQX1kTxrYW1fKajXEU-LneEGKNwUittR7Xwa2cZpfr5qVpiDbjsHd74IjBG-J91sE_YOsfv_WOaHtTm7Vj5Da7Anbqqa2LenRDwbLYEEg5chRjhYZE8gOk18pF9E6bxxQs/s320/DSCF1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301889040051140258" border="0" /></a><br />My Name is Hamish am I cute or what.<br /><br /></div>Hi my name is Hamish I weigh 300 grams. What a day and night I fell off Mums back and I don't know where she is, she has lost me. After wandering around on the ground for a while these two things which were much bigger than me, huge actually decided they wanted to have a game with me as their toy, I was shaken, stirred and thrown. They had big teeth which I am still wearing the marks of and healing from, then this huge creature even bigger than the two furry four legged creatures picked me up (Oh my god I was so scared). They wrapped me up in a nice soft fluffy thing and took me in this big metal contraption that made lots of noise to a place even further away from my Mum (will she ever find me again, I doubt it?). The new place had lots of new smells, nothing like what I was used to, then after being handled by many of these two legged creatures I was put in a cage so I could finally sleep. When I woke up some new two legged things took me in another metal contraption (Oh boy when is this nightmare going to end?).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG-MPUFrAviMJbxBjpX4Mtq2JG7j8NH5R4DmiwSjNQAw1gNjdBNKYRe_hFYBPB7m4brwZYojbYgEdDX7hYbbwzHfXewVV7eWLjjNwO6DbCHVQvB7wbvk0P4tOKQ8Rmk2mQfGlb-fl7C8/s1600-h/DSCF1173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG-MPUFrAviMJbxBjpX4Mtq2JG7j8NH5R4DmiwSjNQAw1gNjdBNKYRe_hFYBPB7m4brwZYojbYgEdDX7hYbbwzHfXewVV7eWLjjNwO6DbCHVQvB7wbvk0P4tOKQ8Rmk2mQfGlb-fl7C8/s320/DSCF1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301888676144264562" border="0" /></a><br />This is me thinking about what to write next. Boy is it hard.<br /></div><br />Since then which seems ages ago but has only been three days I have lived in a small square basket and have been given lots of milk and some yummy fruit like grated apple and watermelon and strawberries and this horrible foul tasting stuff which I have heard this two legged creatures refer to as medicine and all it does is make me poop lots. But I am feeling so much better my holes in my back are getting better and I don't feel so stiff and I am getting lots of sleep in this nice warm bed.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9Y-a4liOwnueH9w6B9IWp2Fpqo05aQyb9GG1p-x5w_-n88BJXx0lI1hsv64JxnM2WCHMvFe1mS44OMxQpMFTtBb2EOvXrKsVMAA_cb59yVizvUlURGWPmkIhv64FHMRdSdnZBsiI0ng/s1600-h/DSCF1176.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9Y-a4liOwnueH9w6B9IWp2Fpqo05aQyb9GG1p-x5w_-n88BJXx0lI1hsv64JxnM2WCHMvFe1mS44OMxQpMFTtBb2EOvXrKsVMAA_cb59yVizvUlURGWPmkIhv64FHMRdSdnZBsiI0ng/s320/DSCF1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301889373592823266" border="0" /></a><br />This is my bed till I get bigger.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I still miss my Mum but I don't think I will ever see her again but my new Foster Mum and Dad are great. They are looking after me.<br /></div></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-28702612952689807362009-01-18T20:47:00.002+10:002009-01-18T21:16:04.566+10:00Painful WeekendThis weekend has been interesting and painful, a friend of Steve's is doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Myopractic</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Myopractic</span> is deep muscle techniques and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">structural</span> integration of the muscles). He visited us on Saturday as I had mentioned to him I was having problems with my neck and sleeping etc. So after a couple of coffees he checked out my aches and pains. He started on the neck and shoulders and found my problem to be a bit more than <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">anticipated</span>, several years ago I was getting out of our car and got my foot hooked in my handbag and fell onto my knee quite heavily bruising the top of my thigh and knee and twisting my back. I had to wait for everyone to stop laughing before they helped me up and even in my pain everyone still thought it was hilarious bottom line I did do some major damage (hence this entry) Tony found so many muscles that I have stopped using that I was nearly in tears with every one that he touched. So for a neck ache he found the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">muscles</span> in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gluteus</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">maximus</span> (the bum) were tense and sore causing my neck problems.<br /><br />So after and hour of working on all my muscles (front and back) I have been in pain all weekend and am looking forward (not) to his next visit. (All done for the price of a coffee). What are friends for??? <br /><br />Seriously I am looking forward to his next visit so I can get a full nights sleep with no pain.<br /><br />So beware what you think is just a minor fall can cause some major issues later. Oh to be getting old and what to look forward to. :)Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-52289958867936630282009-01-05T21:20:00.004+10:002009-01-07T21:08:28.282+10:00Native Animal BusBeing a carer for our native animals I am finding at the moment is very tiring and daunting, but also would not swap it for anything.<br /><br />On the weekend we became a wildlife bus picking up at different spots and dropping off and getting assessed different animals in our care, in total our car had 12 boxes with 18 animals ready to be moved and assessed. Our co-ordinator Natasja is just wonderful, as we started unpacking our car she just took it in her stride, but on saying that I have seen bigger loads of animals being brought into care at her place. I take my hat off to her ( I think I would go stir crazy) her house is an open house for carers and animals. I can't remember the last time I visited her that it was quiet.<br /><br />Today we got the delivery of three new ringtails and three bantams (they are so cute) for a short stay while their carer moves house. We also did a fodder run. Not far from where we live is a park where the council has set aside some land for wildlife carers to grow trees, so that you can feed the animals in care. It is a great idea and better than stripping your neighbours trees and all up the street and parkland in order to feed your animals. Not that we do that we usually visit relies and strip their trees. :)Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-5168944843240141302008-12-28T21:30:00.004+10:002008-12-28T22:15:14.978+10:00FeelingsEveryone has them, feelings that is but how many people appreciate that, not many I think. They are ignored, trampled on, put on the back burner etc. Why is that, is it because so many people are so busy they forget about them or what. People everywhere have feelings, how many people take the time to think of others and their feelings????? My post is not about bitching as such but it has made me realise just how little people regard other people lately. Christmas is always a time of thought for me and what the year has been like, this year I am totally over being trampled on and ignored, sad thing is I don't know how to fix the problem. (Because I find it hard to speak my mind).<br /><br />I work in the retail industry and I have so many customers that I have seen for years, stoping for a short hello and how are you is not a problem I love the interaction but I have found on a personal level that a lot of friends and family don't have the same respect.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">On a different level of feelings tonight I made the cut with my baby it was sad.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZU2vjgkQSbANFCTjTVZGWwnmyXRGck0AHwaYX1iZcav_TJStbMKgoWHx8RF-xzyAyjsVN0tnuOKuZOYjEkNdXPNRsg-CC96dfTaq5hdTeAfcnU4398Inax1cxEEQu1C1P1otbrUkwxw/s1600-h/gollum-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZU2vjgkQSbANFCTjTVZGWwnmyXRGck0AHwaYX1iZcav_TJStbMKgoWHx8RF-xzyAyjsVN0tnuOKuZOYjEkNdXPNRsg-CC96dfTaq5hdTeAfcnU4398Inax1cxEEQu1C1P1otbrUkwxw/s320/gollum-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284810526696896866" border="0" /></a><br />Golum when he first came into care weighing in at 110grams.<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexbfx3vkUIrINZwNoIOB38VqbDOM7gWkAkf0B35nshI7kmiQuOGHkR1SJbHk6aXmMYOEsyIy7a5tWROxogePF0PSK9Aduf2hiO2B99PG-HjtWi-pgwKg4nyVRiZmvGvi61-uQPD1A01k/s1600-h/DSCF1156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexbfx3vkUIrINZwNoIOB38VqbDOM7gWkAkf0B35nshI7kmiQuOGHkR1SJbHk6aXmMYOEsyIy7a5tWROxogePF0PSK9Aduf2hiO2B99PG-HjtWi-pgwKg4nyVRiZmvGvi61-uQPD1A01k/s320/DSCF1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284810977439471586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Golum at 1.3 kg and ready for release.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I have mixed emotions with every animal that comes into care, some are easy and some not so, but I will never say never. I wish people were easier to deal with sometimes.<br /></div></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-15213437018139405832008-12-03T21:05:00.004+10:002008-12-18T20:43:18.436+10:00Almost ChristmasAlmost Christmas, this time last year Steve and I were getting ready for our big holiday in England and Europe. No such luck this year or any time soon for any holiday anywhere. At this point in time my life revolves around work, bills and animals and keeping Steve's temper in check refer to Steve's Blog and laptop (He really needs to get out there and do some house work or gardening. ) :)<br /><br />On a brighter note my eldest daughter has just bought her first home and my youngest is moving back home for a short time. (She is living with druggos who love to smash windows and punch walls etc.) So thank god she has had the sense to move home and find a better environment later on.<br /><br />Am really hoping that 2009 brings a few more happier moments in our lives as well as everyone else out there in blogger land. I think that at the end of every year everyone thinks back on the good and the bad and hopes for better in the following year.<br /><br />My new year wishes are for a better job and a better body :) (mine not Steve's)<br /><br />Hope everyone out there has a great Christmas and a very safe New Year.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-48164937186170727252008-11-14T20:57:00.003+10:002008-12-03T21:01:54.252+10:00Home Alone and Then NotAfter months of Steve and I being on our own apart from our animals. Well what can I say MY PARENTS ARE COMING TO STAY THE NIGHT. Don't get me wrong I love my parents my dads one request was though was that he didn't have to sleep with a possum, so apart from doing a major overall on the cleaning we have had to find new rooms for many of our animals as they take up a huge part of our lives so having a possum per room etc you can get the drift. Lots of shuffling and not many happy campers. Just hope the dog and cat don't scratch on our bedroom door where my parents are sleeping wanting to come in.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-65500098852440722542008-11-11T20:44:00.009+10:002008-11-11T22:38:04.829+10:00Tawny FrogmouthsThe last couple of months have been pretty full on with work and wildlife. We have had so many birds come in and out of our care it is scary. At the moment it is the bird season or what we call the silly season. Steve and I are very involved with the wildlife and the organisation that we are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">affiliated</span> with which is called BARN (Brisbane Area Rescue Network). It takes up a huge chunk of our lives but I feel it is worth it and we get great satisfaction out of releasing an injured or baby animal that has come into care, back into its native <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">environment</span>. I have previewed many animals in my blog that we have had in care and that have been successfully released back out into the wild. This coming weekend we are going to release one of our long term possums, he is a big boy and is very healthy now.<br /><br />Our latest birds in care people often mistake for owls but they are Tawny Frogmouths. I feel it will be a big leaning experience for both Steve and myself as we have to teach them to hunt for wild game such as mice etc. should be fun (I think). <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxqX3gI91KxxgNqqmQXyeybmX36LD9kLRcBheYeWNIf1q-5rIcbu5yJly-5RcqIA6DeBlnCZZGzRFHytHAzXXO_btsGvEUMAAeMGCw-hvAhmD3Lrz2UET4xe3vSX1P7c2GOFZV9-kf6Q/s1600-h/DSCF1111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxqX3gI91KxxgNqqmQXyeybmX36LD9kLRcBheYeWNIf1q-5rIcbu5yJly-5RcqIA6DeBlnCZZGzRFHytHAzXXO_btsGvEUMAAeMGCw-hvAhmD3Lrz2UET4xe3vSX1P7c2GOFZV9-kf6Q/s320/DSCF1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267357877121956290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIV04Sh_EDb5pSD_zlTt8LHMv-ZJ8WDdCDTqm6QnwPiFiGPFYXz1pX6essNjtli-yNOihuaRYXsFAykMstRRL9lYr2I1AZyD9pATvEO8Q0eu7xPfMxRSEwAeLhNTxClBb-nfr1eKDZfs/s1600-h/DSCF1110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIV04Sh_EDb5pSD_zlTt8LHMv-ZJ8WDdCDTqm6QnwPiFiGPFYXz1pX6essNjtli-yNOihuaRYXsFAykMstRRL9lYr2I1AZyD9pATvEO8Q0eu7xPfMxRSEwAeLhNTxClBb-nfr1eKDZfs/s320/DSCF1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267357666971840770" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tawny</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Frogmouths</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As well as caring and rehabilating baby and injured animals we take the rescue phone over once a month and have recently published a calendar of some of the animals that have come into care to help raise money for our organisation to help carers buy cages and necessary equipment and food for the care of the animals.<br /><br />I am just starting to grasp the enormity of how many of our wildlife is brought into care due to human development of our native wildlife habitate areas and the impact it holds over our future generations and our survival. It is quite scary, I fear for future generations and what they will face due to the impacts of urban developers who are encroaching and destroying the natural environment of so many animals.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-6994098442860912092008-10-22T22:07:00.005+10:002008-10-22T22:26:25.226+10:00Gloria the CockatooLast week we took into care a cockatoo that had been clipped by a car. No major damage to the car I have been told and no major damage to the cockatoo which we have named Gloria. She is a beautiful bird but she has a beak which can crack walnuts and fingers so I found out on my first encounter with this beauty. I silly me was very game and decided to remove her from the vets cage and put her into ours with just a pair of gloves and a towel. Not a good idea I think to even go near a cockatoo and their beak without a suit of armour is a stupid move. Gloria came close to totally deadening any nerves I have in my finger. She got hold and was not going to let go. The swelling and bruising is now starting to ease after a week.<br /><br />Steve and I have decided big parrots are not our calling. We have had to get Gloria out every day to treat her wing and let her have some exercise and we have learnt how to do this with out ever touching her. Never again will I handle a cockatoo with out welding gloves and a sheet of metal between us.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZ5IK54jgdOyoKqrVw9DTSTwClhalrRTdPEpvs4WVAYWqQvzHDvfcB_YvkYnl7t_wfjiK6zjSpxD2EasMUIu7pBz2nfJH4yi1WWVKNd1haB4VLJENCapiYjUyBkehR3RlMb6m_YocQKw/s1600-h/DSCF1092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZ5IK54jgdOyoKqrVw9DTSTwClhalrRTdPEpvs4WVAYWqQvzHDvfcB_YvkYnl7t_wfjiK6zjSpxD2EasMUIu7pBz2nfJH4yi1WWVKNd1haB4VLJENCapiYjUyBkehR3RlMb6m_YocQKw/s320/DSCF1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259952914185257986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gloria telling and showing us who is boss. She is.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-84156651146180965662008-09-23T18:17:00.010+10:002008-09-24T18:32:48.204+10:00Oh What A DayToday I had a moment when I wished the ground would have opened up and swallowed me. Have you ever had a day when you have things go from hectic to stupid.<br /><br />All my life I have been brought up around cars and the mechanics of them. My Dad is an ex cabbie who did all the maintenance on his cabs for the 25 years he was an owner driver and I used to love hanging out in the garage watching and helping when I could and Dad taught me well. I knew just about everything to look for when something happened to one of my cars and how to fix it.<br /><br />Well today after a an extremely hectic day at work I went down to the car I am borrowing at the moment as Steve is away and has ours and it wouldn't start, all thought process went out the window, I presumed I had a flat battery as that was the symbol on the dash, so I rang my daughters partner who is part owner of the car with her I am borrowing and checked a few details and found they were part of the RACQ our road service here and they were. So I called and a lovely man from RACQ came out and checked the battery which he said was fine, then he got into the car and turned to me and said it would normally start if you put into park. At that moment I wished for the ground to open and swallow me.<br /><br />I then came home to find my tilt-a-door wire broken and not being able to open it.<br /><br />Oh what a day.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-18944550677473150162008-09-15T19:06:00.014+10:002008-09-16T18:34:57.277+10:00Home AloneFor many years now there has always been someone living at home and now the house is bare. I think the old saying empty nest is coming into play for me at the moment. My youngest has left home and now there is just Steve and I (and Steve is in Armidale for UNI residential so there is just me) god it is lonely. But I still have our five possums, four lorikeets, four chickens, a dog and cat to keep me company and busy (but none of them can hold a decent conversation). I have listened to music (Steve took all the good stuff to Armidale) so even that is running low with what is left and TV is so boring. So after a long time of not writing in my blog because I have been so busy I now find I have time.<br /><br />I have taken some pictures of our little darlings. Below is a picture of Pinky who weighed 100 grams on entering this home and is now well over 200 grams ( and no is she not eating a worm it is a part of a leaf as she is vegetarian) and the little head is Yoda who came into care weighing 50 grams there is another photo below of him and he now weighs over 160 grams.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvh6Q7JHE1j1Ms8h0eIKywVP5EBd7H4_nVQWIq4pKJBz12w-BshOEXhDdelG0YsTPnYwFPkhA83ZEfyNfcg2sSo5b99KQeujJjyX0qsHiOjIQivBqiCrFAr1eu7ZrQuYlg5vdV9sHJZS4/s1600-h/DSCF1080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvh6Q7JHE1j1Ms8h0eIKywVP5EBd7H4_nVQWIq4pKJBz12w-BshOEXhDdelG0YsTPnYwFPkhA83ZEfyNfcg2sSo5b99KQeujJjyX0qsHiOjIQivBqiCrFAr1eu7ZrQuYlg5vdV9sHJZS4/s320/DSCF1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246192424867569042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipi50uTtLi1avM2-FJrMvR2oQDLFrt6lwpoDhkVXAeKYRy4suXrIpyHM_24X7UPruehYlxMoAt6t6i9d9hGwgL5REHzj6pqyIP9exPC5d-SarjoYlCympkIS32-0TbgCbLEGf3Jl_g0eg/s1600-h/DSCF1084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipi50uTtLi1avM2-FJrMvR2oQDLFrt6lwpoDhkVXAeKYRy4suXrIpyHM_24X7UPruehYlxMoAt6t6i9d9hGwgL5REHzj6pqyIP9exPC5d-SarjoYlCympkIS32-0TbgCbLEGf3Jl_g0eg/s320/DSCF1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246194979488779842" border="0" /></a><br />Gollum above is my problem possum not wanting to eat but not wanting to give up and neither will I.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sWiF6E_MRmI8fnShyphenhyphenHXqmp9GH9wtXUedKBXxGr9N2d58uDGsal7j_4_MkFVWQlB-QFVzC_hyD3L4f7oKCbwjWZSUV19DZem8sbdRg9LWe30Bq3heoc7z3iZ5SoYHjDQlZ_Y_82E4qbI/s1600-h/DSCF1088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sWiF6E_MRmI8fnShyphenhyphenHXqmp9GH9wtXUedKBXxGr9N2d58uDGsal7j_4_MkFVWQlB-QFVzC_hyD3L4f7oKCbwjWZSUV19DZem8sbdRg9LWe30Bq3heoc7z3iZ5SoYHjDQlZ_Y_82E4qbI/s320/DSCF1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246207904909184786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Yoda was 50 grams now budda. Previous photos in my blog show just how little he was. He is doing really well.<br /><br />I have had so many ups and downs lately I look to the future and pray that it is brighter. Who ever said that life in your forties is great needs to be ArGGGGGhhhhh, ( shot) maybe some days are good and some not. I suppose that is life whether it is your forties or when ever.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-65525766510049112312008-08-11T21:54:00.003+10:002008-08-11T22:03:22.865+10:00Our Freezer is fullSad to say but our freezer is full. Why you might ask is that sad, usually people have food in their freezer so if it full it is usually a good thing but sad to say our freezer is filled with dead birds waiting for burial. Our past weekend was not good on the wildlife front we did a couple of rescues and the fate of the ones up for rescue was not a happy one.<br /><br />Steve and I take the good with the bad and try to deal with it as best we can. But never the less our freezer at this point is full.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-60392962140105047602008-08-08T20:10:00.031+10:002008-08-08T21:09:29.124+10:00Dreaming<div style="text-align: left;">I feel like I never had six months off to study. I am back to working in my locked office with no windows. I enjoy the work the days fly by but I would ultimately love to be working in the environment and with animals, maybe that day will come. I am sure everyone has dreams of their dream job but reality is you need to earn the almighty dollar to survive and the job you have is better than none.<br /></div><br />As wildlife carers I get to dabble in my dreams. Our babies and some of our rescues.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4RvrD9H2UTVxazSm7ym0T34TDGc-NXI24T0ijlPfVgHqueBZ4jwKhWfrAOWFQybfPMR8ztugq_BwgYZy0QmKEDt3FfAnYebCSf3iTRHDqc3kudSJVHVbIU3-vdsxRaI9NuXx8jFFx6A/s1600-h/gollum-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4RvrD9H2UTVxazSm7ym0T34TDGc-NXI24T0ijlPfVgHqueBZ4jwKhWfrAOWFQybfPMR8ztugq_BwgYZy0QmKEDt3FfAnYebCSf3iTRHDqc3kudSJVHVbIU3-vdsxRaI9NuXx8jFFx6A/s320/gollum-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098679930593314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gollum brushtail 100grams in our care.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzNVv0rV6ntiXjx71VmwMEVCsNiEYev_eKTTf4Rf0JhQDdyufZFRt-yKDIaIJRjMfbjFo-r7avOiKGrfs-owNYw7paP0LiPeatjVBqrMVgWzbzLeZtUNZOfEZolTt-4cZzzxV2cps-8Q/s1600-h/gollum-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzNVv0rV6ntiXjx71VmwMEVCsNiEYev_eKTTf4Rf0JhQDdyufZFRt-yKDIaIJRjMfbjFo-r7avOiKGrfs-owNYw7paP0LiPeatjVBqrMVgWzbzLeZtUNZOfEZolTt-4cZzzxV2cps-8Q/s320/gollum-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098628384913346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-caEcNhwUekbbQ9lZGDNvmKH_VvYQhmAGsULanfJP6z71zSzeXYNjvxBzDvmxT2uYw57DcWvqnO92l2TMJdTW6Zkop0b3XX9qkzT0_syKT7QsrdgZFQgX2PYEnPRNkzse-wlCjsim4Ks/s1600-h/pelican-17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-caEcNhwUekbbQ9lZGDNvmKH_VvYQhmAGsULanfJP6z71zSzeXYNjvxBzDvmxT2uYw57DcWvqnO92l2TMJdTW6Zkop0b3XX9qkzT0_syKT7QsrdgZFQgX2PYEnPRNkzse-wlCjsim4Ks/s320/pelican-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098513948193154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pelican rescue<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWA-vjAsi52v-B0absp68v6EZtXowwKNRKLEQgKwEXIxQLRe-lUuea4LoiV7m39FKA-J14hNBAzLizasFBkcOCRISt1NT9-dgyTFP7tzMb4C0v36HhNbO9BOBzpYzUamynq4D-IeYO8Vo/s1600-h/pelican-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWA-vjAsi52v-B0absp68v6EZtXowwKNRKLEQgKwEXIxQLRe-lUuea4LoiV7m39FKA-J14hNBAzLizasFBkcOCRISt1NT9-dgyTFP7tzMb4C0v36HhNbO9BOBzpYzUamynq4D-IeYO8Vo/s320/pelican-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098412510799602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsz-iasTlj2W2ekkk3afmib4cHV4bUDErjXjP-qSP_-xKkrSZFt9zAuWL1fz-PkBEEXj54Al2qCxlrdC9LiLlYpoY1Yr1eh6YSzWUfOoXwgqgCS6OtHwJW5XS-AAN2pI5duq9hWges0pM/s1600-h/pelican-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsz-iasTlj2W2ekkk3afmib4cHV4bUDErjXjP-qSP_-xKkrSZFt9zAuWL1fz-PkBEEXj54Al2qCxlrdC9LiLlYpoY1Yr1eh6YSzWUfOoXwgqgCS6OtHwJW5XS-AAN2pI5duq9hWges0pM/s320/pelican-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098150243858370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOf8lXyt-ieCabgCuBY_k98T_J8QJ0r2Esdeq484DP4aceV39Akxt45Urp3AakOFORnXAwMSk8OjhfxScIgkWdyMvXxW5vXNN9_vUC1OE1VX0Zt3d1-w0CMzanYwvkcSL1EgPxWQX7QaE/s1600-h/pelican-4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOf8lXyt-ieCabgCuBY_k98T_J8QJ0r2Esdeq484DP4aceV39Akxt45Urp3AakOFORnXAwMSk8OjhfxScIgkWdyMvXxW5vXNN9_vUC1OE1VX0Zt3d1-w0CMzanYwvkcSL1EgPxWQX7QaE/s320/pelican-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098005540202946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPI-kOhyphenhyphen220TdpgWhFwgKjgMKBjpQ587RAoovk519UFZvlNkjegvQ8dz4lCtBqY28TzdCv4KRHomeI10fgtVef3z4mEma4cY5A0aRYRIuLSBoygLqUBhU8jKrSAoWPsw_h4zQgvSv9k0/s1600-h/duck-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPI-kOhyphenhyphen220TdpgWhFwgKjgMKBjpQ587RAoovk519UFZvlNkjegvQ8dz4lCtBqY28TzdCv4KRHomeI10fgtVef3z4mEma4cY5A0aRYRIuLSBoygLqUBhU8jKrSAoWPsw_h4zQgvSv9k0/s320/duck-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232097637072868178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Duckling rescue<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uUzlQ039nmvCGFyzdx2g_0Pse4BdGAXHGF497QkTo2dz3aMW86JykATUWLOBQoxjMkdaADCIpT0EXi0rFx-0pONbbf9hTl_GYY3_iBcHkYH8aC0GLbFpqJ3JUR4dcOC7_lDhwivd4ko/s1600-h/DSCF1064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uUzlQ039nmvCGFyzdx2g_0Pse4BdGAXHGF497QkTo2dz3aMW86JykATUWLOBQoxjMkdaADCIpT0EXi0rFx-0pONbbf9hTl_GYY3_iBcHkYH8aC0GLbFpqJ3JUR4dcOC7_lDhwivd4ko/s320/DSCF1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232097493636219538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our ringtails in our care.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfUivZF3q49bpj7Ub63NFwE_aFNEWKllnIrJbl1dN6PXdhE09sxjL5XMC7QWk6zJ4gIg2kJFsRJPk7Vq8EvVwiG2eUNpBgNLa038f1r8koY2BhhaiH-IguehiCjYkcrCwdXG-aCnFHqw/s1600-h/DSCF1063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfUivZF3q49bpj7Ub63NFwE_aFNEWKllnIrJbl1dN6PXdhE09sxjL5XMC7QWk6zJ4gIg2kJFsRJPk7Vq8EvVwiG2eUNpBgNLa038f1r8koY2BhhaiH-IguehiCjYkcrCwdXG-aCnFHqw/s320/DSCF1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232097315671405106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />All our animals in care hopefully will survive and be returned to the wild.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-9849839927999931742008-07-17T21:15:00.004+10:002008-07-17T21:34:18.093+10:00Three new babiesThis week Steve and I have become the proud foster parents of three new little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ringtails</span>. One is a little boy that weighs in at 60grams and two little girls. The little boy we have called Yoda and the two little girls are called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pinky</span> and Perky. The girls weigh in at 80grams and 100grams.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkSPdqrKeVy4GS_krSALbIlAr3X4sKwhRuxJbywhUVQ_sqpVwskxvgnZTNxB5uOEqZFxEd0BS2EjrgLhwbqglY27LlLIGVYBkWeNdZJElRnbBoksyZbJS2XeS7FwfN0nHsOVmcCEMdGg/s1600-h/DSCF1053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkSPdqrKeVy4GS_krSALbIlAr3X4sKwhRuxJbywhUVQ_sqpVwskxvgnZTNxB5uOEqZFxEd0BS2EjrgLhwbqglY27LlLIGVYBkWeNdZJElRnbBoksyZbJS2XeS7FwfN0nHsOVmcCEMdGg/s320/DSCF1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223942108458800834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is Yoda he is very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">adventurous</span> and so tiny . He is also butt ugly but we love him. Once he gets bigger he will look like the little girls he just needs more hair and to fill out .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQf3g3ECI6mjEjhY53UzyBViOUjDEo-P7u2TdKf0Dae7CmJHzNCmNqrFy6p2rh_YjHrAEq6UUDUSOek8n2KV1WTD5PzVNfUH5yJKFLgZksnCwoT6QGe3lsSSTua_dQPh8no_pqQWbWXE/s1600-h/DSCF1055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQf3g3ECI6mjEjhY53UzyBViOUjDEo-P7u2TdKf0Dae7CmJHzNCmNqrFy6p2rh_YjHrAEq6UUDUSOek8n2KV1WTD5PzVNfUH5yJKFLgZksnCwoT6QGe3lsSSTua_dQPh8no_pqQWbWXE/s320/DSCF1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223942783106072402" border="0" /></a><br />This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pinky</span> who is very shy and bites like crazy and is always pulling her blanket over her head.<br /></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-75320508956397002202008-07-12T19:40:00.005+10:002008-07-12T20:47:32.595+10:00Acute PancreatitisWell the last couple of days have not been much fun. On Thursday night after dinner with my eldest daughter, her boyfriend and Steve, I was sitting on our back patio talking to my daughter when I started to get this pain, within about 10 minutes I was in extreme agony I could not get comfortable and the pain wasn't showing any sign of easing. So after trying every possible position to get comfortable and the pain getting worse my family decided to call an ambulance. The ambulance guys were wonderful and gave me this green tube to suck on so by the time we got to the hospital the pain had eased.<br /><br />Emergency was really busy so I was there for some time before I saw a doctor but the bottom line is after three blood tests and a CT scan it was shown that I had acute pancreatitis which they said can be quite serious. The blood test shows a thing called the lipase, for a normal lipase it should be under 70 my reading was 1750 so they were quite worried. When I was discharged today my reading was 84 so they said I was improving and was right to come home.<br /><br />I am extremely grateful to my family as I was in so much pain I could not think straight let alone get myself to the hospital.<br /><br />When I got home today I did a google search on acute pancreatitis and below is what I found.<br /><br />Acute pancreatitis usually begins with pain in the upper abdomen that may last for a few days. The pain may be severe and may become constant—just in the abdomen—or it may reach to the back and other areas. It may be sudden and intense or begin as a mild pain that gets worse when food is eaten. Someone with acute pancreatitis often looks and feels very sick. Other symptoms may include <ul><li>swollen and tender abdomen</li><li>nausea</li><li>vomiting</li><li>fever</li><li>rapid pulse</li></ul> <p>Severe cases may cause dehydration and low blood pressure. The heart, lungs, or kidneys may fail. If bleeding occurs in the pancreas, shock and sometimes even death follow.</p><p>I don't particularly like the last two sentences.<br /></p>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-82102394424343655742008-07-05T21:18:00.007+10:002008-07-06T12:12:08.009+10:00I have passed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_Cc4wIXTZ7mXfH-mAsAp37nNd8nX9Yma-b5c9JGDeK3jrqQfIEGBfHUXerLzKN1E561YqqtdEO2Bfh5p_C4zlwkPvhkP5SJj59erXu5M1Qo_VQnkRiTSbCgd3zAtB8sgykYrNvKsCT0/s1600-h/SCAN0050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_Cc4wIXTZ7mXfH-mAsAp37nNd8nX9Yma-b5c9JGDeK3jrqQfIEGBfHUXerLzKN1E561YqqtdEO2Bfh5p_C4zlwkPvhkP5SJj59erXu5M1Qo_VQnkRiTSbCgd3zAtB8sgykYrNvKsCT0/s320/SCAN0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219715962640096578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">May not be able to read this but I did pass J is for Joy and a pass, M is for Misery and a fail I have no m's</span><br /></div><br />I received my results for my Certificate 111 in conservation and land management and I have passed all my subjects I am so thrilled I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">achieved</span> something that I didn't think I was going to be able to do. I just need to move forward in the job arena. Yahooooo!!!!!!!! Thirty years out of school and so many new things and I have successfully completed my course.Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225239558469434223.post-11381395066135259072008-06-30T12:30:00.005+10:002008-06-30T13:13:27.778+10:00Back to WorkAfter six months of enjoying the outside I now have to return to my old job for at least the next six months. Steve finishes his job on Wednesday. What will happen with him after that is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anyone's</span> guess, hopefully he will find a new job in the not to distance future.<br /><br />I am hoping once everything settles down I may go back to study and get a job in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">environmental</span> field. Will just have to wait and see. Meanwhile my old job back in the office starts this week. I am working nearly everyday either in the office or on checkouts which will make a change.<br /><br />On a different note we soft released our two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ringtails</span> on Friday night and they are having a ball in the trees around our house but one of them still comes home every morning and sleeps in their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">drey</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lR8PYoAfrMP1jmluuQyD2lzmMm3vmEEIvYXKb5eItQbWh1_kAvowou9KEm_9T-VlsbBT1u19v8Ny6tui0gFrZcJLuvFJhgVTLRMBFI9OCsS_RLlXXT-4LcaortKxGH1ygX00_PZ6wSM/s1600-h/DSCF1041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lR8PYoAfrMP1jmluuQyD2lzmMm3vmEEIvYXKb5eItQbWh1_kAvowou9KEm_9T-VlsbBT1u19v8Ny6tui0gFrZcJLuvFJhgVTLRMBFI9OCsS_RLlXXT-4LcaortKxGH1ygX00_PZ6wSM/s320/DSCF1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217502122200630770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLLZw9zLCbBTIS1CXR9kQXQZjTQXSk3hBAwpjzWj1PsULDUmzyPm4pgp3v7dtn-rsHfgXjSmoiNmDKCGUK0FX2zhzkY3bJun-ky-gRsU5GLJ_pzAEBH_rbCFwTEmykshoGER8y2jMcTk/s1600-h/DSCF1042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLLZw9zLCbBTIS1CXR9kQXQZjTQXSk3hBAwpjzWj1PsULDUmzyPm4pgp3v7dtn-rsHfgXjSmoiNmDKCGUK0FX2zhzkY3bJun-ky-gRsU5GLJ_pzAEBH_rbCFwTEmykshoGER8y2jMcTk/s320/DSCF1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217502524201846226" border="0" /></a>He has had a busy night and is very tired. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGNh1NZYD0oZeWqD3X5OVyAo4oDoEUwsvHfxofT2MujQUycARwSzbwVjDiQMPHS4nLRb0qwP61KKPWEzEWDfea8cTDPxES8XeypVpPpQG7Jw5gLO8TE1DvOb6M0omh1Ls-9TCE1Kqsp4/s1600-h/DSCF1043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGNh1NZYD0oZeWqD3X5OVyAo4oDoEUwsvHfxofT2MujQUycARwSzbwVjDiQMPHS4nLRb0qwP61KKPWEzEWDfea8cTDPxES8XeypVpPpQG7Jw5gLO8TE1DvOb6M0omh1Ls-9TCE1Kqsp4/s320/DSCF1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217505456033418658" border="0" /></a>Not happy about being woken in the middle of the day.<br /><br /></div>Madonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00235889034806589322noreply@blogger.com3