Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files.
The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life. The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent. Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River. Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.
Like River I usually run with a theme. This weeks images are from home.
Most of you know I love the cat, the visiting birds and the garden. Sadly my loves don't always play nicely together.
I was watching the spring bulbs emerge from the ground. One area was filled with daffodils (doubles), tulips and iris. And each morning when I went outside I was greeted with uprooted plants, shredded leaves and beheaded flowers. And I am talking dozens and dozens of plants. Hiss and spit. So I watched. And found the culprit. Sulphur-crested cockatoos (and the air around me was sulphurous too).
Not one tulip in that area bloomed. And the few daffodils which were allowed to bloom were beheaded and shredded. As were the grape hyacinths and the tritellia and, and, and... It wasn't about food, it was all about destruction.
Trees weren't safe either.
So I resorted to violence. A pump-action water pistol. Which now lives permanently on the front veranda. And remains loaded.
The mad woman with a camera became a mad woman with a gun and took to going out at first light and gunning errant birds. With relish. It seems to be working.
Luckily they (mostly) limited their depreciations to one area. Other parts of the garden have been allowed to bloom.
And yes, the vandals are still welcome.
The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life. The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent. Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River. Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.
Like River I usually run with a theme. This weeks images are from home.
Most of you know I love the cat, the visiting birds and the garden. Sadly my loves don't always play nicely together.
I was watching the spring bulbs emerge from the ground. One area was filled with daffodils (doubles), tulips and iris. And each morning when I went outside I was greeted with uprooted plants, shredded leaves and beheaded flowers. And I am talking dozens and dozens of plants. Hiss and spit. So I watched. And found the culprit. Sulphur-crested cockatoos (and the air around me was sulphurous too).
Not one tulip in that area bloomed. And the few daffodils which were allowed to bloom were beheaded and shredded. As were the grape hyacinths and the tritellia and, and, and... It wasn't about food, it was all about destruction.
Trees weren't safe either.
So I resorted to violence. A pump-action water pistol. Which now lives permanently on the front veranda. And remains loaded.
The mad woman with a camera became a mad woman with a gun and took to going out at first light and gunning errant birds. With relish. It seems to be working.
Luckily they (mostly) limited their depreciations to one area. Other parts of the garden have been allowed to bloom.
And yes, the vandals are still welcome.
