Saturday, January 24, 2009

doggie.... sweater?

Apple wears sweaters... only when it's cold out.
But she likes them. In fact, she needs them! She shivers otherwise...

A couple weeks ago, I found her the cutest sweater at Targe'. Seriously cute... orange and brown with the most darling little owl. So now I must go take a photo for you to see.

Oooooh... look how CUTE she is!!!

My point? I'm learning to knit! Maybe one of these days I'll be able to make Apple a sweater!! My goal is really to get good enough to make toys... but a sweater for Apple would be fun too!

And to leave you with another sweetie pie face, this is Chloe the Cairn Terrier. She loves to chase tennis balls! We met her at a new (to us) dog park we tried out last week. It's near the house we are hoping to get! : )

Have a great rest o' the weekend!

Monday, January 12, 2009


For those of you that know me very well, you already know I have issues. For those that don't know me very well, I'm about to explain.

I love animals. Obviously. But sometimes perhaps I try too hard to save them all. There was the time I took a sick raccoon to the vet. And the time I brought home a seagull with a broken wing. Once I managed to actually save an animal... from under the fridge at a friend's house. Not to mention that all of our pets are rescues, either from someone who couldn't take care of them or from a rescue group or from the pound or from being dumped at my park...

So last night we almost ended up with a new pet.

My husband takes Max out on bike rides almost every day. He (Max) has a lot of energy and since we don't have a yard (yet), this is how we try to channel some of that energy. Yesterday they left about 4 pm... and usually they are gone about 45 minutes. This time they weren't gone very long at all.
Their regular bike route takes them down the sidewalk next to a major road and then they turn into a community with lots of houses and a pond and all that. But this time as they were riding next to that major road, Chris spotted an animal on the sidewalk. He stopped the bike but the little guy didn't run from him or Max. He wasn't sure what to do but he knew he couldn't just leave him out there. He was too close to the road and it was going to rain... and he just didn't belong outside. So he picked him up and brought him home.
He opened the front door and, without coming in, asked me to come outside in the hallway because he had a problem. lol...
I went out and what did I see?

A PARAKEET on my husband's shoulder!!!!
A fat little pale green and yellow parakeet!
I'm sure you can guess the first words out of my mouth.
"We have a birdie!"
And this was said with a big grin on my face.
Apparently my husband was relieved. He was afraid he shouldn't have brought him home. But what else was he supposed to do? You can't leave him out there on the road!!

I sent him off to buy a cage and some food and proceeded to steal the birdie so I could schlep around the house with him on my finger.
He promptly went to sleep. Poor little guy was exhausted.

We got him settled in his cage with food, water, and one of those little scrapy beak thingies and we went to a birthday party for a couple hours. When we returned I peeked in on him and he was still asleep. Little kid that I am, I had to stick my fingers in so he could climb on and I could see how he was doing. Unfortunately, that maybe wasn't such a good idea. After I woke him up he had a hard time getting his balance and he kept falling over. Chris began researching online to see if he could find something about what might be wrong while I tried to convince myself he was just worn out from being lost.
Eventually even I could see that there was something not right. So then I began the task of convincing myself that even if he died, at least he died safe in a warm house as opposed to being eaten by a feral cat in the rain.

Chris called an emergency vet and they actually had an avian vet call back. She said that most birds cover illness really well so by the time they are showing symptoms, it tends to be pretty bad. She suggested we bring him in in the morning.

In the meantime, I kept checking on him. He was lying on the bottom of his cage but he was still breathing.

And then he wasn't.

My poor new little parakeet died.

I didn't even know him or have him very long but I am still sad. We wrapped him in tissue paper and dug a hole in the rain out back and buried him (shhh... I don't know if you are allowed to do that kind of thing) and now I'm sad.
Stupid empty cage.

We had said maybe he could be my "office" bird if we got the new house. Maybe I'll have to get one eventually...

Friday, January 2, 2009

*tap tap* Is this thing on?

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! I'm sorry to have not posted but I was on a vacay... my parents as well as my sister and her husband all came to town for Christmas! It was wonderful to see them all but they kept me busy... so no posts.
But I'm back now!

I borrowed a 60mm macro lens to try out for a few days. It was fun to be able to get up close and still focus. That's a problem I run into with my current lenses. Ideal would be a wide angle, almost fisheye, that allows me to get up close and personal with the furries yet still get lots of background in the shot! Must do research... uhhh... and save up lots of moola!

Anyway, here are some of the playing around and testing the 60mm macro shots.
Maxi Pants' baby browns:

And his sniffer!

Applicious' doe eyes:

And Uni... and her white eyebrow!

I'll post some photos from the family visit later this weekend. Right now I seem to be on my second cold of the season so I'm gonna hit the sack!

Happy 2009!!!