Friday, January 15, 2016

Wild Bird Wednesday

This is supposed to happen on Wednesday of course, hence the title..hahahha....but.... I'm late.  Worse than the Mad Hatter I am.

Today I have a few photos of another bird that has a bit of red colour on its head and breast area.  Well, of course, only the males have the blush of pink on the breast ...

It is called a Common Red Poll, although, like some others with that word 'Common' in their names ... not really common at all... certainly not to me.  In reality, they are quite cute and really quite beautiful in colouration.

Very tiny compared to a sparrow...even compared to a chickadee.....more the size of a little Nuthatch.

I love them.  We haven't seen them around before..  and, now ...we've seen about 5 or 6 hanging about in the past few days.  My neighbour was trying to explain them to me as she had them at her feeder... and I thought she was talking about the House Finches when she mentioned some reds in the colouring...but she did say they had the streakings of a Pine Siskin... so was very happy they showed up here as well and I got to identify and also to get some lovely photos of them.

Click on the photo to see them even closer....




Look at the pretty colours....this shows off the "blush of pink" they speak of on the breasts of the males.














This little one was clearly showing me the Poll or cap on his head... either that or he was busy napping or thinking intently.... or maybe he spied a seed or something....
















They definitely like the black oil sunflower seeds....













Check out Stewart's blog for more birds ...
Just click on the Wild Bird Wednesday pic to be transported directly there....

Monday, January 11, 2016

Special friends

Among my friends, I'm lucky to count a "speshol brown bear" and a "litol gween dwagon pwincess".....  That's right.  I have unusual friends.   And how I love it.

When I was down for the count just before Christmas; sick and coughing and aching all over and just downright miserable.....     I received a card from the two of them and it made my day.  They had drawn and coloured and written special messages just for me.  How cool is that?

I set it on a table with some other cards and looked at it several times during my wandering about trying to find somewhere comfortable to sit or lie... nowhere was any good.... so I kept on walking til I fell on the bed.

The next day I noticed that a late bud on the Christmas cactus had grown larger ... remember the plant?  It bloomed way back around the first of November.  There were a few extra little teeny buds on it that didn't amount to anything and fell off.  But, this bud stayed....

It got much bigger the next day and Dilly had her eye on it... the third day it opened slightly and the next day..it was in full bloom!  Oh, that did it...she moved her card right up close to it.  She loves pink and declared that it was the perfect colour and actually the very same colour ..as her "pwetty pink dwess" .. and, that she must sit right beside it.  She admired it for days ....

I had to take a few pics of them together ....













Of course, Bob T. Bear (esq.) ...  not to be outdone..... found a couple friends to hang out with as well.  Some sheepies and a mini Santa....













They kept it up for several days .....I never knew where to look for the card; some days it was on the sheep table..some days it was next to the cactus flower.  Seeing as Dilly found the flower first.... she got the most "me" time... well, that and she does have a very insistent way about her......

Thanks so much Bob and Dilly for my great card (and, the nose hugs!! )  You guys are the best!



Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Wild Bird Wednesday

I haven't been very regular in postings for Wild Bird Wednesdays ... but, on occasion I get a pretty capture and want to share it with somebody...anybody....so here it is for today.

If you want to check out beautiful or unusual birds ... please go to Stewart's blog ...

Please meet Mister and Missus Chirpy ....  aka House Finches.  They have a lovely warbly sing song which is why we call them Chirpies.....they seem to hang around during our winters... but, we don't see them all the time.

Click on any photo to get a closer look at them ...













Right now they are coming to the seed feeder along with sparrows, chickadees, nuthatches and a lone Pine Siskin.  There was a horrible accident one day with my damn kitchen window and a lovely little lady White Winged Crossbill.  She flew full tilt into it and killed herself immediately.  I did go right out to retrieve her and bought into the house in a shoebox to see if she could revive.  Many hours later she had not moved at all..    I cried.  She was so pretty and so dead.  My only good thought was that it must have been instantaneous and that she didn't suffer unnecessarily.  Mister BV had to dispose of her...I couldn't do it.  Poor little thing.

Anyway ... on to another photo of Mister Chirpy ...

Here is a nice clear one of himself ... him I can identify immediately...but, unless I am looking through my camera lens..I am not always sure if the Missus is a sparrow or if she is a Chirpy.  They are smaller than our sparrows but unless you see them side by side..it's hard to tell.  And, she is mostly browns....












Here is Mister Chirpy and a sparrow having a chat .... you can see the size difference ..  and Missus Chirpy is even more elegant, somewhat leaner, and a bit smaller overall than her mister.















Here is the link to Wild Bird Wednesday if you would like to join in with a photo of your own .. or just have a peek at other birdies.....







Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Primrose Donkey Sanctuary

If you are a regular visitor to my blog, you know I support this little Sanctuary...and, that I love donkeys.

That is Sheila over there on the sidebar.

When it gets around to this time of year I know horse and donkey people are looking for some decent hay to feed their animals.  It's usually the time of year I send Sheila some $$$ to help out seeing as I can't be there in person to volunteer.  She is at the opposite end of the country.  Darn it.

You just never know who is out there and looking.. or where they live ... maybe they'll even be close enough to Primrose and Sheila to visit or volunteer some time.

They are hoping to eventually purchase some adjacent land to add to her small acreage... (and, you know how much that costs!!!)

She just doesn't have enough area anymore and, yet, they will never turn away an animal that needs a home.  They want to bale some of their own hay in order to make feeding the animals easier.

Please take a look at this little video ... and, if you can help ... I hope you will.

You can check out more videos from the Primrose Sanctuary on Youtube if you want to see more donkeys...

https://youtu.be/bGl-o3Z3LKs


Thursday, November 12, 2015

Makin' a dolly...

Haven't done a doll since ..uhm....I forget how long ago, but a long time.  Since Madame Pompadour.   Remember her?  She took a lot out of me I guess.  Was it 2009?  Must look back sometime to check.
Wow....time flies.  Even if you aren't always having fun.

Anyway.... this is Alice in Steampunkland.  She looks like fun .. and, the pattern has a ton of great info to help get her looking good...

Here she is so far.... please don't judge yet..... there are a lot more steps to getting her face just how I want it.  And, if it doesn't please me, there will be other faces......... until I get it right.













Oooooh.... and, here is the really cute part...there is a bunny.   Can't wait to begin sculpting him.













Here is Alice when she is completed.... I hope mine eventually has a hint of a little smile..as this one does......hmmmm..... must continue working on those lips.........


A long winded story....



..and it still has to be condensed....    (more or less in reference to last day's posting about male dominated jobs)....  

One day I applied for a job in a plywood plant.  All phases of making plywood.  They refused to hire me.  It was long before the days when employers were forced to accept women in those types of jobs.  But, I persevered....for over a year while I was working in a bank.  Finally .. even after they told me I was too small (they stipulated at least 5' 8"..I was only 5' 2" ...  too educated, (me, with only my high school education) because I later learned they wanted big, dumb and stupid so you couldn't be a troublemaker .. and lived too far away... a half hour drive each way.
They finally hired me; probably because they got tired of my daily and weekly calls.

My first night on the job I almost gave up.  It was extremely hard physical work.  The night janitor showed up with coveralls on ... and that was all.... no shirt...no underwear.... which he let me know several times during the night as he hovered around trying to get my attention.  They made it tougher than it was by putting the heaviest, wettest, mouldiest stacks of veneer on my dryer platform and made me work like a dog for every minute I was there.  The girls who already worked there were rude to me and made my life hell;  for whatever reason, they just didn't want me there.  It went on for the full year I worked there.  I was almost afraid to be in the lunch room with them.  It was a little old trailer about 100 yards away from the actual plant with the only toilet in it as well....you just had to go there on breaks whether you wanted to or not.

The morning after the first night, I went home, fell into bed, and didn't wake up til almost time to drive out there again...for my midnight shift.  Which was, of course, the only shift they would give to me at the time.  Later I learned to love midnight shifts...less hassle...less bosses to deal with etc... but, as I learned later... no first aid guy on midnight shift either ...not many people around to witness harassment or to help with dangerous situations... of which there were several.
Anyway... it took two full weeks of working, going home and falling into bed without even eating ...getting up to grab some grub and heading out to the plant again.... before I toughened up enough to do the assigned job.  I made a friend who showed me easier ways to do the job... save my body, and to handle myself in dangerous situations.  There is way too much to tell on here....suffice to say, I only lasted a year in that plant...during which I saw several horrible things including a poor man squashed and killed by a forklift.

Eventually, I had to defend myself when one of the girls insisted on turning the dryer back on while I was on top of the rollers (20 feet in the air) on the top rung.  I was trying to dislodge some tangled and broken veneer that was causing a backlog inside the dryer.  It had to be done before a fire broke out inside the hot oven.  She was doing it on purpose... they preferred the dryer to catch fire so they would get some time to just sit around while they shut things down and cleaned out the burning wood from inside.  The first time I got back up there again...the second time I fell right off when she started it up ...really hurt my knees and totally lost it.  When I could finally stand up, I jumped over the moving belts... kicked that woman in the face and ran out the door.
I knew my life was in danger if they ever caught me.  I kept on running til I reached the highway and hitched a ride home at 2:00 in the morning.... never to return, of course.  Even the ride home was dangerous.... who was driving around out there at that time of the  morning? ... a car load of drunks, that's who.  But, in those days.... no cell phones...not much traffic on a single lane road.... etc....thank goodness they were only going halfway to my home town.  The next guy was a preacher I knew...driving home from a conference in Vancouver....he drove me right to my door.

I did exactly what that plant was worried about and opened investigations into their practices because at least I was clever enough to know grave danger when I witnessed it first hand.  They were closed for weeks .. ...   ....I left town... to work in another plywood plant.  Where I had to assert myself all over again... and, worked there for 6 years with no problems other than the unwanted advances of several of the really nice guys with whom I worked.  Easily dealt with.  I kept my head down and learned to do my job and do it well.  After a while, I was accepted by the few girls who worked there.

It was a small group and a great little team; it became an elite team.  We routinely turned out the best product and percentages more than other shifts.  On my shift...there were only seven of us.  When legislation was passed making it mandatory to pay women the same wages as the guys...it stayed exactly the same size.  No new women were hired for years.... we enjoyed our job, with the exception of how blistering hot it became in summer when it was already 100F outside...and, in winter, when there was 5 inches of ice on the doors onto the lake ..which they had to open frequently to bring in logs...at -30F.... then, we had on about 5 layers of clothes and were huddled around the slower moving drying ovens... wishing for hot weather...couldn't win....

Anyway... after all of that ...if you waded through it.... yes, male dominated occupations can be challenging (and, if you put yourself through it ...please choose something more challenging than a plywood plant)..   hahahah...  I was very young and somewhat foolish ...and just wanted that damn dollar more per hour.   But, why make a big deal out of harassment of any kind... from women or men ... it was ever thus and will ever be... even in modern, open and accepting countries like ours.  You'd probably have to get rid of half the population to change anything.
And don't be fooled into thinking only male dominated occupations are the problem.  Following my car accident.. after which I could no longer do the heavy work at the plant...I went back to school... and then more school... to become a dental assistant.  I worked in situations in which I had to fend for myself more than ever.  Turned out many dentists considered themselves next to God.............. I have stories that would curl your hair ..... and, yet, somehow, I persisted in the field for almost 20 years. Well past the average lifespan of a dental assistant.  The mortality rate is about 5 years "in the field". By then, you figure out how it's going to be for the duration and you get out and do something else.  Unless you find the one in about 20 dentists that is worth his/her salt and is also a decent person.  Few and far between.  I worked for about 40 men and women in my 20 years. There are only 2 that I recall with any fondness.  And, then, there were two others that I had to testify against in court...one got out of dentistry before he was brought to justice, for all of his ridiculous schemes..  the other went to jail for fraud, forgery and obstruction of justice.. oh, and, then, after RCMP did all that work (it took over a year) to bring him to court ....  ...He served 6 months in a correctional institution and went on to teach ethics at the University of Vancouver.  That's right; ethics.  Great internal watch dogs they have there........ oh, yeh..... they protect their own...... in so many ways.

I loved the job...just hated most of the dentists and some of the patients.....it ended badly.  I was taking courses while working as an assistant...and, went on to become a massage therapist ... hahhahaha what an idiot.  Yeh...you guessed it....more harassment.... from chiropractors... it's everywhere.  After almost 7 years of that, I finally just gave up working ...      ya know what? ....there really just aren't that many places to work that don't involve sexual, physical or emotional harassment are there?