And now for something quite lovely - the last day of my eldest sister's visit was excellent and was able to explain how I feel when I am with people - how its not personal - just that I have become a hermit and feel safer in my own spot away
from people... I am an exhausted little
Vegemite tonight, but felt so much for my sister as she boarded the bus. She kept telling me how lucky i was because my kids rang me so often.... lucky...yes I am...I am lucky the three of us are still so close - and she is not lucky because her son has not contacted her for many months. That would be hard - and with all that has happened and all that was done to our small family - I do feel lucky - you know the glass half full and half empty
thingie...
and how lucky am i that
Galahs eat and drink close to my windows
and rainbow
Lorikeets flock by the t
ens 
and my favourites the
maggies (magpies) are so hungry right now (sorry
cazzie - these are my favourites and they are so friendly to me - but not to others!!!!)
I know how lucky I am - all this light and life around me and as Sling said some time back re feeding these birds "eat like a bird?" No way - it takes deep pockets to keep this lot going
I had terrible trouble being sociable, being "normal" such a strain - but nothing to do with my love for my sister - its just me and where I am at this time in my life...
4 comments:
Beautiful photos.
I know just what you mean about being with people. I'm a bit like that. I like visitors but I'm always happy to see them go.
I remember when Katy was a baby and we lived in Katoomba, my poor mother came to stay and I couldn't stand it! She was intruding on our happy little routine. I felt awful, but did a jump for joy when she left early.
People get so used to things a certain way - even if you don't like it you get used to it.
When I was in Australia my favourite bird was the crimson rosella - my Mum would love one as a pet but as much as I would love to give her this I'm thinking it might be illegal!!!!!
And if I forget to feed my freeloaders, it's Alfred Hitchcock time on the Hills Hoist. All those beady little eyes staring in the kitchen window.
foxymoron - its a good visitor who is sensitive to not disrupting the house - too many see a visit as a holiday - go to a caravan park for a holiday - but a visit is different...things like cooperation and sensitivity and old fashoined good manners are vital for any visitor.
me here now - if the parrots are about you don't need a caged bird or a pet one - just put the food out and you will have a show of clowns the like of which no caged bird could offer.
Jahteh - I'm all out of bid food and the maggies have been giving me the old beady eye...
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