Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Did you know that your furry feline was a sadistic killer?

Full Moon once again this evening


Between Grumpy Old Men and Gareth Morgan we sure AREN’T being deprived of mirthful moments.  For those who DON’T live in NZ, Gareth Morgan is an NZ philanthropist with some rather radical ideas about a variety of things, cats being one of them. He believes cats are responsible for the dramatic decline in the native bird population here in NZ. He has suggested, amongst other things, that anyone with a cat as a pet, should NOT replace it when it dies.

He calls cats sadistic killers.
All the Hibiscus are in bloom at the moment ... gorgeous colours!
It’s not the first time he’s courted controversy.

Last year he told the Greens they don't understand economics, urged farmers to abandon "environmental retards”, and suggested that the tax and welfare systems needed an overhaul. He's co-authored several books setting out his opinion on climate change, public health, the world's fisheries - because he believes they’re running out, and the finance industry.
Tower Bakery .... he makes the MOST delicious almond croissants!

He’s an entertaining, albeit arrogant, individual and, where the cat issue is concerned, has opened up a hornet’s nest!


Whilst I understand and can see logic in some of the suggestions he’s made to curtail the “murder rate” of native birds here in NZ, I think he’s missing the bigger picture. Endemic birds here in NZ aren’t only being killed by cats ... we have stoats, rats and possums too ... and man! The native birds natural habitat is being over-run by introduced birds who were bought into the country as game birds or as a biological control, amongst other things. 


Bear in mind, stoats and possums are introduced mammals in this country too. Possums have become a serious menace because of the effect their eating habits have on native bush. Possums were originally introduced for hunting and possum skins have now become an export commodity, generating huge income. No chance of eradicating them now.

There are so many other “pests” which are contributing to the decline in the native bird numbers too ... man being one of them. It seems grossly unfair to only target the domestic cat. In my humble opinion, Mr. Morgan needs to do a bit more homework on the subject.

Phew .... I feel better already for having aired my view. 
This sea-gull didn't like us being at the view-site. He was trying to chase us away.

There are so many things we, as responsible pet-owners, can do to help curtail the problem. Keeping our fur-balls in at night is one of them, ensuring they always wear a collar and a bell when they go out is another. Our fur-balls are cunning though .... they find ways and means to overcome the disadvantages that wearing a collar and bell cause.

Shimmer, the “cat-who-lived” has the unenviable reputation of having managed to disown more than a dozen collars and bells! Somewhere on Waimarie Street, near where we used to live, she’s created a stash of gorgeous kitty collars and bells. How she manages to get them off is anyone’s guess. Someone, somewhere is making money out of this!

Now that my rant’s over I’ll end with a quotation which is so true of my life this last year.
“As I look back on my life I realise that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being redirected to something better.”
 ~ Steve Maraboli - motivational speaker and author


Sunday, 28 October 2012

These rum-induced visions are getting to me!


Argh!!!! Those rum-induced visions of my friend John are starting to get to me. My Sharks are JINXED! They lost in the final of the Super Rugby and now they’ve lost in the Currie Cup final too.


It was early to rise in this household as the final was on at 4.20am in the arse end of the world. Form dictates that my Sharks SHOULD have won. EVERYTHING was in their favour! A home final at the SHARK TANK, all their Sprinkbok players back in the team AND they beat Western Province in BOTH warm-up matches. On the night though, Western Province’s defense was just too good ..... dam!

My man Lambie was awesomeness and beyond! He scored ALL of the Shark’s points. I just hope if he’s selected for the tests against Ireland, Scotland and England, he’ll get more game time than what he did in the Rugby Championship.

Win or lose, my Sharks will ALWAYS be No. 1 in my eyes!

There was no point in going back to bed after the rugby so we headed out bright and early for a ramble, only the hound and the birds for company.


There’s something soulful about early mornings. There’s a calmness in the air that you don’t feel at any other time of the day. It always amazes me that more people don’t take advantage of the early morning peace and tranquility. They wait until the hustle and bustle of the morning has begun and then wonder why they feel no serenity in their lives. In the words of Elizabeth Barret Browning 
Earth is crammed with heaven.”


Peace ... it’s a bit of an oxymoron of a word when referring to early mornings! The bird chorus can be quite raucous and as for the waves crashing onto the beach ... that’s a rumble that’s anything but silent .... BUT .... I love it! It’s not an artificial noise, it’s Mother Nature at her best.

It’s been a really gorgeous day in Auckland. It wasn’t meant to be according to the people in the know, our local Met Office .... but they got it WRONG! 

It was this lady's 50th birthday today ... and she's running the marathon!

The sun has shone for the running of the Auckland Marathon, one of the FEW races that is allowed to traverse the Harbour Bridge. The Marathon begins in Devonport and crosses the Harbour Bridge into town. The half-marathon participants then finish in Victoria Park while the full marathon participants run the length of Tamaki Drive to St. Heliers before turning around and heading back to Victoria Park.


A London businessman .. complete with bowler and briefcase
Yep ... even an escaped convict!

We timed our ramble so we’d be back in the village to watch the runners go past. The hound gets SO excited! She’s used to us yelling and clapping when we’re watching the rugby on TV ... yes, we get rather vocal! She wanted to join in with the cheering and clapping for the marathon runners! Have you ever witnessed or HEARD a Chocolate Labrador cheering ... it’s hilarious!

I’m sure the runners appreciated her support though!
Even Superman was there!
Hmmmm .... I think I’ve found a phrase which describes my hound’s daily routine superbly!
“Get up, be AMAZING, go BACK to SLEEP.”

Tiger - doing what he does best, lazing in the sun.