Yesterday we took Annika to Home Depot with us and she loved riding in the cart as we did some Christmas shopping. She also enjoyed a couple of head scratches from fellow shoppers. Continue reading
Yesterday was Annika’s day at the groomer. She always looks so pretty when she comes home. She didn’t like wearing the scarf, but I left it on long enough to take her photo. Annika is 3/4 shih tzu and 1/4 wire fox terrier. She doesn’t shed as many dogs do, but because her breed doesn’t lose hair, she must go to a groomer every five to six weeks. We adopted Annika from Bichon Fur Kids. She is not Bichon, but if you look at their web site you’ll notice that this wonderful group rescues small dogs of various breeds. When Annika was rescued by Bichon Fur Kids, she had to be shaved down, because her previous owner hadn’t had her groomed. Her coat was badly matted and she had an ear infection. I can’t even imagine what her beautiful tail, which must be combed daily, must have looked like. Budgeting for a groomer is something dog owners must consider when thinking of owning this type of dog. It’s an additional expense, but well worth it. When Annika comes home from the groomer she has been bathed, had her ears cleaned and checked, and her nails have been clipped. Our groomer also looks at Annika’s teeth during the appointment. She comes home looking adorable. Below is another photo of her from a past visit to the groomer. Note the different scarf. She has one for every holiday and season.
You have to agree, she really is cute, isn’t she? I found an interesting and helpful website called, four paws, that talks about the need for grooming you pet. I have no personal connection to the site, but I found it had some good information on pet care. I do wish Annika would wear her scarves for a longer time, but once she is home she is ready to have the scarf off.
I watched a baby bird learn to fly. I wake early and write at a small table next to a window looking out onto our enclosed front patio. Friday I became aware of a bird hopping and flying about the patio. He seemed frantic as he chirped and called in an agitated manner. I grabbed my camera and took the above photo of him as he took a short rest. At first I thought he was waiting for our front water fountain to come on, but then I noticed a tiny baby bird hiding behind the leg of a bench. The adult flew down and began to attend to the baby.
Below you can see the baby being fed.
The adults continued all day to fly off and return with food. The baby hid and rested while the parents were away, and became more lively whenever it was time to eat.
I took the above photo later in the day, as the baby was slowly gaining strength. Before long, we could differentiate between the voice of the adult bird and the baby’s. Occasionally, the baby would try to fly, but it couldn’t get very high off of the ground. As the sun was setting, the father seemed to be encouraging the baby to fly. It was amazing to watch.The vocal father seemed to be the main caregiver, and we wondered if the mother was perhaps sitting on other babies in the nest. We were tempted to try to box or cage the bird for the night, but decided it was best not to interfere. Eventually, the adult bird left for the night. He must have been exhausted. A few times during the night, I wondered how the little bird was doing alone, and probably cold, in the dark.
I was up early and in my place by the window when the sun rose. Then I heard the voice of the adult bird. He was back calling to his baby. Here you see him on the patio table. He certainly was a dedicated parent!
I didn’t think the little bird, huddled in the far corner of the patio, was still alive. My husband went outside with a long stick and reached it to the very still baby. When its foot was touched, it scurried quickly behind the water fountain. He was alive! We were so happy. The father bird again began feeding the baby. It was heart-warming to see how this wild bird cared for one of its young. I was feeling blessed to be witnessing all of this, yet I still feared for the little bird. My husband eventually placed a few bread crumbs on the patio floor, and the adult bird began to peck at them and call to the baby to come out of hiding. Suddenly it happened. The baby joined the parent out in the open. Next the parent flew to the top of our lattice fence, and the baby took flight and then slipped through an opening in the lattice (photo below).
Suddenly both baby and father flew off together. If I hadn’t looked up exactly when I did, I would have missed this thrilling end to an amazing two days of bird watching.
Today’s photo challenge, to take a photo of my favorite color sent me scurrying around the house trying to decide which color is my favorite. I love this beautiful bluebird, but then I also love the yellow of the hibiscus in our garden and drive a bright yellow VW Bug.
You can see why this challenge is indeed a challenge. We are blessed with so many beautiful colors in this world, it really is difficult to choose a favorite. When you look around it’s like opening a treasure chest of jewels. I took this last photo today at Dana Point Harbor. Yet another example of our beautiful color filled world.
I’m still not certain, but I think blue and yellow might be near the top of the list.
Today’s photo challenge is, Something That Makes Me Happy. There are many people, and things in my life that make me happy. I don’t think of Annika as a thing, but then she isn’t a person, although she thinks she is. Continue reading