Black humour anyone?

Birds eh?

What are they good for?

If they're not pushing their unfledged progeny out into the big wide world before they're old enough to fly only to land on the ground right in front of your dog, then they're shitting on your clean laundry drying on the line.

Now...just in case it's not obvious, I am joking. Of course.

Today was 40.8 C, humidity 66%, the cool change is only just starting to come though at 11p
m and I sit here with a baby Myna bird tucked in a box after chasing the poor traumatised thing halfway around the park with a towel.

Yes it did drop out of the tree, and yes right in front of Scout who set upon it with a gusto that is usually reserved for her favourite toy. But adrenalin is an amazing thing and while Goat and our fellow dog walker wrestled Scout to the ground I stooped around after it making what I could only assume were reassuring noises. We all know that birds speak English, right?
Right, so here it is, in a box with airholes, shredded paper towel and some water.

Thing is, Mynas are technically a pest. I've rescued a baby owl before,which was cared for by WIRES, and which we returned in a tearful 'Born Free' moment to the wild a few days later.

But this is not a native species like say a Lorikeet.

It's a pest bird.
It'll probably die of shock overnight poor little thing, and one of its wings could be broken.
If not then I'll call Scout's vet in the morning and get their advice.
But at least tonight it's not still fluttering around outside on the mulch waiting for another neighbourhood dog or cat to get it.

All in all quite the bookend to a fairly dramatic weekend.
On Friday afternoon we received notification that the man who owns our [house] Home is intending to move back from London and into our house.
Not with us in it of course, just him on his own.
And seeing as he owns it and tenant rights legislation being what it is in this country (sort of none) then we get to start spending our Saturday mornings schlepping around houses again. Hurrah.

I know, I know, Goat and I are very very aware of the necessity of saving our pennies and scrounging enough together to buy a pet-friendly studio apartment the size of a pocket handkerchief that we can call our very own.
However, I work in the Arts in Australia.
Enough said.
And Sydney is either the 19th or the 20th most expensive city in the world depending on where you get your information.

Ok, end of whinge. It's safe to switch back on now. And just to prove it, here's Princess Morte rallying around and doing her bit to help out.
She's browsing the listings on Domain for us. Well, it's technically only her front, but then it's fitting that her front has more initiative.
The back just sloths around in a bag all day long.

Hope everyone had a better weekend.


Blogger Christy said...

Your knitting is so helpful. If only I could get mine to clean my house while I'm at work.

22 January 2007 at 4:40 am  
Blogger Madge said...

Augh, what a weekend you've all had. Sorry to hear about the landlord woes, and hope you find a new place soon...it's a drag, but it'll work out, it will!

And how's the wee bird? You're a suuper good person to have saved it, imho.

22 January 2007 at 6:05 am  
Blogger M-H said...

Timing is everything! I know of a lovely little 2bdr house that will be coming available - in about six months time - in lilyfield. :( I don't suppose that's much use to you.

22 January 2007 at 8:05 am  
Blogger Kate said...

The stress of renting - we had to move 100km to get out of that situation. Shame that Lilyfield option isn't available sooner - I've heard the previous tenants were very responsible. (and good knitters)

22 January 2007 at 12:41 pm  
Blogger Ashley said...

Ugh the moving stress, especially with a dog. I hope people are less disagreeable about allegedly "dangerous" breeds in Sydney than they are here. I had a friend get kicked out of a house after she'd only lived there a week because her landlord decided that her lab mix was a pit bull.

Myna update? I like to think that Scout was just trying to help out by picking up the little guy to give it to you to take care of. I'm sure that is what Bailey would do in the same situation.

23 January 2007 at 1:16 am  

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