35/14: the case of the missing magpie

Isn’t it ironic that I just posted a picture of my lovely magpie garden ornament, and then I looked out the window to find it had disappeared?

case of the disappearing magpie

Maybe I was wrong, and it wasn’t an ornament, but an actual magpie, the victim of some magic spell that had it frozen and suspended in time, awaiting a kiss from a prandsome hince? I enjoy the occasional¬†spoonerism, as well as a fairy tale!

Attitude is everything. I could feel violated and unsafe in my own neighbourhood, or just cop it sweet and realise how lucky I am to have had my magpie for a number of years. The cost of the ornament and the time I had him probably balances out to a fair rental.

I’m tipping that some avid Collingwood supporter has coveted said magpie for some time, and finally caved to their inner immoral side ūüė¶

We don’t have a front fence, which some could say is an open invitation for theft, but I refuse to give into the fear of other items being stolen, by moving them. None of the other ornaments represent Australian football teams, so maybe they could be deemed safer. And it’s not like I don’t have plenty of others. Perhaps the assailant assumed I had so many I wouldn’t miss just one of them?

   ornaments in front garden (4)

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ornaments in front garden (1)

ornaments in front garden (2)

As you can see, two themes are prevalent here: birds and cherubs. One good thing about blogging is that you take more photos, which means at least I can treasure the  memory of my little garden magpie, even if he is no longer here.

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34/14: a visit from the birds

Glancing out my bedroom window I spied two Rosellas sitting on one of my weeping Japanese maples

I had just enough time to get my camera, but unfortunately I only managed to take one snap before they flew away.

rosellas on the maple

While on the subject of birds, I have a realistic ornamental magpie sitting in the front garden, providing an interesting comparison between a recent feathered visitor and the one in situ. See if you can spot the fake!

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which magpie is not real (1)

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21/14: mothers’ day memorial one year on

Last year on Mothers’ Day weekend, at my suggestion, my husband and I¬†undertook a project to create a memorial. In this instance I am using the apostrophe to indicate more than one mother since it was for both our dearly departed mums. The project commenced with these bricks.

ready for planting

One year on it is looking lovely, and a real magpie even came to help commemorate the occasion.

a magpie visits the memorial

This Aline azalea bloomed this week, which seemed rather fitting since both our mothers died in May of different years.

Aline azalea

Happy Mother’s Day to all, whether yours are the human kind or furry kind.

6/52: there’s nothing like a homegrown tomato

Something truly wonderful and satisfying is walking out into the garden and picking fruit and/or vegetables for the kitchen.

My home-grown tomatoes are certified chemical-free by me, as I know exactly how I have treated them. Fresh produce is a delight. What is even more amazing about this first tomato of the season is that it was from the rogue tomato plant, which just appeared in a pot in the garden, as if by magic.

rogue tomatoes ready to harvest first tomato of the season¬† Funny how you can spend money on seeds or seedlings, and the plant that does the best was free! I don’t mind, and have accepted this plant graciously, along with the fruit it has produced.

Unfortunately, birds have attacked a few tomatoes. The first one looked beautiful from one side, while the reverse had been virtually eaten out. I shared enough of the plums with the birds, so now I am picking them as they start to blush, and ripening them inside to ensure the greatest rate of success.

looks ready to pick

the reverse side of the one that was ready to pick

I really enjoyed that first tomato of the season, and look forward to plenty more.

a tasty treat

5/52: rescue of the robber bird

Netting the plums for protection against birds appears to have been somewhat in vain.

the bird netting was supposed to prevent this

While it may have put some off, on a number of occasions I have found a bird on the wrong side of the net. Obviously my method of application was not perfect. In retrospect I should have made sure the net was tied underneath the trees. Next year I will try to prune so that I can do this.

Some fly in, peck a few plums, then manage to get out. However, one little colourful bird was not so lucky. Noticing a flurry of wings, I found this rainbow lorikeet caught in the net, where he must have panicked and turned a number of times, ending up almost being strangled by the net.

a flurry of wings

sharp little beak

Although he was actually a robber, my love of animals won the day, with compassion and mercy overcoming my annoyance at his thievery, prompting my rescue mission. At least he appeared to be smiling for the camera.

With some help, we managed to untangle part of the net, and what we couldn’t do manually necessitated the careful use of scissors.

smiling at his rescuer

After the rescue, I held him for a photo, which I surely deserved, after which he flew off to safety.

rescue mission accomplishedIf that wasn’t enough, the following day there he was again, assuming it was the same bird. Look closely to see if you can decide whether it was the same one, but this time there was even more tangle, and when he was trying to talk no sound was coming out, so it must have been like a noose around his neck. The blue on the underside of his belly looks a little lighter in one photo, but it could just be the time of day and amount of light available.

magnificent colouring

second rescue mission achieved

This time his wing seemed to be a little damaged so we put him behind the shed so he could take his time to recover from his shock, and avoid our cats.

behind the shed recovery

The whole exercise prompted me to pick the rest of the crop of plums and remove the netting, because that was easier than a third rescue mission.