Robin Birth Day

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This year has been a rough year for Robby and Rita in the reproduction department.  It started out normally, with them setting up housekeeping in last year’s nest.  It happens to be under the roof of my covered deck, which makes it easy for me to keep an eye on them.

 

In short order, Rita began laying eggs.

 

Beautiful robin's egg blue!

 

She stopped after three eggs, when normally she lays four.   I never saw her sit on these, or lay another.

 

The next thing I knew, they had started construction on a new nest.

 

nest construction

 

It was a whopping several inches away from the old nest.  When I went up my ladder to play building inspector, I saw that they had covered the three eggs with construction debris (you know, bird-sized two-by-fours and such).  I confiscated the three beautiful eggs and they now reside in a cute little dish in a bookcase.  I also removed the old nest since obviously they were dissatisfied with it.

 

finished nest

 

It didn’t take long for them to complete construction on their new home.

 

Rita's prolific

 

Within days, Rita had produced four perfect eggs.

 

Rita incubates her eggs

 

She settled down to the business of keeping the eggs warm and toasty for the next two weeks.  She had her work cut out for her since we’ve been having cold, wet weather this spring.

 

Throughout all of this, Robby has continued to amuse himself by bashing into my windows.  Today, however, he bashed only a few times, which made me curious.

 

Robby checks out the kids

 

Then I spotted this!  This is what Robby does when the eggs start to hatch.  He sits on the side of the nest looking befuddled.

 

Holy hairdo, Batman!

 

Sweet!   Three out of four have hatched.

 

"Feed me!"

 

And one is already starving!  Robby and Rita now have their work cut out for them.

 

And I can look forward to a few weeks of peace and quiet while Robby spends his time hunting for food to feed his new family.

 

This is my favorite time of year.  Quiet time.

Mother’s Day

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Butterfly burst into the house this morning, laughing.

 

“Happy Mother’s Day to you, too!”  I said.  I didn’t even want to know why she was so amused with herself.

 

“Someone left something at my house for you,” she snorted, wiping her eyes.  What is wrong with this woman?

 

stunning gift wrap

 

“I can tell,” I told her, “from the exquisite wrapping job that that person would be you.  Nice card, too.  Where’s the envelope?”

 

She continued laughing.

 

“Haven’t I told you to stop buying me stuff at the thrift stores?” I scolded her.

 

That sent her into more gales of laughter.

 

dressed to the nines

 

She’s so proud of herself.

 

ok ... I give up ...

 

The true mystery here is what the heck is this thing?

 

potential yard art?

 

Whatever it is, Butterfly was truly pleased with herself.  We may turn it into yard art.

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

Déjà vu en Provence

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Have I mentioned that I went to France for two weeks?  And I didn’t just “go to France” but returned to my old stomping grounds in Provence.  Having lived there for almost three years and meeting the woman who would become my best friend, I was itching to get back for a visit.

 

Two friends, Kay and Cindy, joined me and I think I can speak for them when I say that we had a most excellent vacation.  I always start feeling at home when I get to Paris, even though it’s only to spend a few hours in the airport to catch a plane to Marseille.  There’s something about being around all things French that makes me go, “Ahhhhhh.”

 

When we touched down at the Marseille-Provence airport, I started to tear up.

 

home sweet home

 

I will always have a fondness for this airport.  I remember seeing the movie “Love Actually” shortly after we had moved back to the States.  I was still in the midst of what turned out to be at least a year-long adjustment to life back in California.  In that movie, one of the characters decides to move to Provence to “get away” and write.  When I saw the scene of his arrival at this airport, I actually started crying.  No one else in the movie theater was crying.  Just me.  It made me so homesick.

 

Isabelle, my best friend and the hiking leader from hell (more on this another time), was ready for us as we came down the escalator and out the doors.

 

the end of a long trip

 

I am known for having my luggage go missing.  I am especially used to some of it going AWOL on the leg between Paris and Marseille.  Once, while I was filling out a lost luggage form in Marseille, the attendant said to me, “There’s not enough room on the plane coming from Paris for all the luggage.  What do you expect?”  Silly me.

 

no suitases were lost in transit

 

This time, we were pleasantly surprised to find all of our luggage tripping around on the carousel.  We loaded up two luggage carts and started for the parking lot.

 

But wait!  I had to make a stop … my usual stop.

 

I never pass up a bathroom

 

Isabelle has a habit of taking pictures of me either entering or exiting toilets.  My mother taught me at a very young to never pass up a toilet.  And to never, ever sit on the seat!  You would have been proud, Butterfly!

 

anything fragile???

 

Our next adventure was to try to fit everything into Isabelle’s car.  We managed.

 

our driver, and my BFF, Isabelle

 

Everyone knew that despite 18 or 19 hours of travel, I had just one thing on my mind:  Lebanese food at my favorite restaurant in Aix.  Because I am such a nice person, however, I agreed to first go to the house we had rented so that we could settle in and freshen up.  It just about killed me to be nice.

 

The house we rented in the village of Eguilles was lovely.

 

all Kay and Cindy need is wine

 

Isabelle has a business managing vacation rentals and we relied on her to pick the perfect place.  It was right in the center of the village, so visiting the boulangerie each morning was a just a 5-minute walk.  It was very dangerous – who knew if our clothes would still fit after a week in this house?!

 

But more about the house another time.  I had Lebanese food calling my name.  Unfortunately, Kay was suffering with a nasty migraine and was not able to join us for dinner that first night.  She knew, though, that we would be eating lots of Lebanese food during our stay!

 

hard to believe we're actually at the restaurant

 

Divan d’Antioche (Turkish and Lebanese food) is one of my favorite restaurants  -anywhere.  Period.  While we lived in Aix-en-Provence, it was our home away from home.  Let me explain it this way:  for a few years our picture was on the menu.  I think that means we spent too much time there, don’t you?!  You know how it is when you find a place where the people are so welcoming and the food so good that you just feel at home?  This is one of those places.

 

When they finally decided to include English on the menu, all the pictures had to be removed to make room.  “Our” menu was retired, but I have a copy that makes me smile every time I look at it.

 

The first person I saw upon entering the restaurant was one of the waiters, Mahwan.

 

talk about being made to feel welcome

 

I think he was happy to see me!  I know I was delighted to see him.

 

He immediately offered to bring us an aperitif.  He looked at me and asked, “Whiskey Coca?” with a grin.  What a memory!  I declined the caffeine-lade “Coca” and went with just whiskey.  I needed it.

 

berek - one of my favorites

 

When he returned with drinks, he also brought me one of my favorite foods, berek.  There’s goat cheese inside those little buggers!

 

When Semir and Layla (the restaurant owners) appeared there was another hug-fest.

 

big hug for Semir

 

I took him a bottle of California po

 

more to drink from Cindy

 

I was surprised that the Flower Man recognized me!

 

hard to believe the same man is selling flowers

 

He loved Tony, who would always buy a rose for each woman at the table.  Flower Man asked after “Mister”, which is what he always called Tony.  He gave a rose to Isa’s granddaughter, Eva.

 

a flower for a sweetie

 

As usual, our table was overflowing with food within a short time.  I was deliriously happy to finally get my very favorite salad!

 

salade blanc de poulet - YUM!

 

sleepy girl

 

Eva’s eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.  I couldn’t blame her.  After an incredible meal and a day of travel, so were mine.

 

The next day, Sunday, was the perfect quiet, rainy day.  We went to Isa’s for lunch.

 

pick a size, any size

 

Isabelle's table looked beautiful

 

we enjoyed appetizers in the living room

 

Cindy with Isa's sons, Clement and Adrian

 

Isabelle, Clement's girlfriend, Adrien's wife, me, Kay

 

delicious dinner

 

Isa likes Eva's little piggy dessert

 

yummy desserts

 

Eva gets ready to eat her piggy

 

 

Isabelle's husband, Jean Marc

 

We wanted to stay up until a “normal” hour to try to reset our jet-lagged clocks, so we decided to go to a movie that evening.

 

Cindy, me and Kay at the top of Cours Mirabeau in Aix

 

It was such a treat to be back in Aix and walking the streets I love.

 

these guys look like they have headaches

 

Guess what I'm doing ...

 

Look!  It’s me, with a camera, taking a picture!  Imagine!

 

Cindy disappears into the Renoir Theater

 

When I lived in Aix we enjoyed visiting this theater frequently, where we could see American movies (as well as “foreign” films).

 

We couldn’t end the evening without a digestif and post-movie discussion.  We had seen “Winter Bones” and I had already smacked Isabelle up the back of the head several times (during the movie) for picking such a dark, depressing film.

 

Cheers!

 

a drink for each hand

 

Isabelle was the designated driver.  The rest of us ordered kirs, a popular French cocktail made with a measure of crème de cassis (black currant liqueur) topped up with white wine.  We’re not sure why we each got two.

 

As was the case the entire trip, there were 4 cameras wherever we went.

 

say "Cheese!"

 

We have lots of silly pictures of ourselves taking pictures.

 

there are scads of fountains in Aix

 

Before we left Aix, the city of 100 fountains, we took one more picture on the Cours Mirabeau.

 

Where’s Waldo?

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Chelsea went to Pensacola, Florida, in January, to attend 5 weeks of air safety training with the Navy.  She was one of only two civilians in the class of 60 or so Navy and Marine pilots.   Don’t ask me how she manages to get herself into these situations, but she does.  (Truth be told, it’s called “networking”.)  She managed to be the first non-military, non-Department of Defense, and non-law enforcement related civilian to attend the course.  Of course she did.

Since she’s studying for her Masters in Aviation Safety/Human Factors at Embry Riddle University, it was right up her alley.  Her Pensacola studies included Aerodynamics, Reporting (Mishaps), Safety Programs, Structures (how things break and why), Investigations, Human Factors and Aeromedical Physiology.

She just sent me their class photo and all I could do was laugh and think of the old “Where’s Waldo?” puzzles.  You remember those, don’t you?

 

Where's Waldo?

 

Where's Chelsea

 

If she’d gotten into a flight suit I never would have been able to pick her out of the crowd.  Civilians, though, weren’t required to wear flight suits, so she didn’t drag hers along.  That’s her in the front row, in case you haven’t figured it out.

 

She crashed (figuratively) with a friend of a friend in nearby Gulf Breeze.

 

Sunset in Gulf Breeze

 

She was delighted to find that she shared the dwelling with a resident cat.

 

Bacardi

 

At first Bacardi wanted nothing to do with her.  She was the typical aloof cat.  By the end of Chelsea’s stay, though, Bacardi had taken to sleeping with her instead of her mom.  She helped Chelsea study and demanded attention constantly.  Just like a cat – fickle!

 

Chelsea’s days were spent in the school house on base.

 

School House

 

The group was divided into two and she ended up in the Blue Group.

 

Classroom - not too shabby!

 

She made the most of her time in a new area.  One weekend a bunch of them went to New Orleans to visit the National WWII Museum.

 

she LOVES planes

 

Salvage Yields

 

No visit to New Orleans is complete without paying a visit to the Café du Monde.

 

beignet - YUM!

 

Something tells me she didn’t eat the whole thing herself.

 

Twice her study group took breaks to explore the National Naval Aviation Museum on base.  Chelsea loves museums, especially ones related to aviation or anything military, so this was her kind of study break!

 

Blue Angels F4's

 

more planes

 

Another weekend she scored an opportunity to go flying with one of the class instructors in his Piper Pacer.

 

pretty view

 

beach view

 

perfectly good airport

 

Here I can just hear the two of them saying, “Oh, look!  An airport!  Maybe we should land there … but wait, what’s that we see over there?”

 

I can't look!

 

“Yippeee!  This is way better.  We can land on the paved strip on the right, or better yet, the grass strip on the left!”  (Please, don’t let there be prairie dogs in Florida!)

 

I’m kidding.  They knew what they were doing.  This guy’s plane lives at Ferguson’s Field, the airport with the grass strip, which is where they chose to land.

 

Ben, Chelsea, Dave

 

Chelsea had one photo taken with the two guys she spent most of her time with.  Ben, on the left, flies H60 helicopters (aka Blackhawks).  Dave flies the F18 Hornet.  Poor Dave was stuck sitting next to her in class.

 

Fly safe, ladies and gentlemen!

The Gift

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Tony just returned from yet another business trip to Shanghai.  It seems he’s always on the road.  It’s a fact.  He’s away from us entirely too much.

 

Hellan is in love with him.  She pines for him when he is gone.  I have to make her come in at night, because she’d rather wait outside for him.  She hopes against hope that he’ll materialize, even though I tell her that it’s not going to happen.

 

Hellan's a cutie

 

When he spends some of those rare few days working from home, she doesn’t leave his side.  However, once he’s gone again, she has a hard time adjusting to his absence.  She’ll go sit at his office door (above Butterfly’s house), hoping that he’s in there on the phone, again.  She’ll only come down to our house for meals, and then race right back up the hill to sit by his office.

 

waiting patiently

 

Hellan has the “sad” look down to a science.  I don’t dare whisper to her that he’s coming home until about an hour before his expected arrival.  She immediately heads up the driveway to look for him when I tell her.  Eventually she’ll come back, dejected, if she can’t find him.  I don’t want her to suffer any longer than necessary.

 

When he finally arrives, she is deliriously happy, leaping for joy and totally out of control.  It is not behavior of which Caesar, the Dog Whisperer, would approve.  I ache for her if he’s only home for a short time.  I hate to see a depressed dog.

 

It is a mutual admiration society.  He tells me she is the best dog I’ve ever rescued (if you haven’t read about Hellan and Hurricane Katrina, you can find it here).  They love each other to distraction.  Sometimes it makes me gag.

 

I guess Electric Horseman realizes that sometimes I get jealous of his relationship with Hellan.  I am, after all, the one who rescued her and nursed her back to good health.  Now she’ll toss me over in an instant in favor of him.

 

This time when he returned from Shanghai, he handed me the cutest little red box.

 

pretty as a picture

 

“What’s this?” I asked.

 

“Oh, just a little something I thought you’d like,” he said.

 

Inside was a beautiful bracelet.

 

Wow!

 

This I love!

 

Pretty baubles don’t make up for stealing the German shepherd of my dreams, but it’s a start.

 

Bouquets

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I almost hate to tell you that we’ve been enjoying some lovely spring-like weather.   I feel a bit guilty working in the garden in a t-shirt, while a good part of the country is shivering.  Last weekend we finished pruning our crepe myrtle trees.  Years ago I bought 6 and when Butterfly moved into the guest house we built for her, she bought one.  Now we have 25!  Those extras are all volunteers that Butterfly found and nurtured.  I’ll tell you what, though … if I find one more crepe myrtle tree anywhere in our gardens, I’m pruning Butterfly.

 

We pressed Tony into service to help with the pruning job.  My neck and shoulders can take only so much of holding up that pruning saw/lopper.  I bought a lighter version pruner for me and Butterfly to use.  With the 3 of us working (me and Tony pruning, Butterfly cleaning up) we made short work of the last dozen or so trees that needed attention.

 

The warm weather made my flowering quince burst into full bloom.

 

flowering quinc

 

flowring quince blossom

 

The quince has always been a favorite of mine, with its yummy color and early bloom to usher in spring.  The only problem with it is that it comes with a nasty set of thorns.  Luckily we have enough property that we could tuck the plant into a spot where it’s pretty to see but it’s out of the way and can’t snag humans.

 

Last week Butterfly made a very pretty bouquet with cuttings from the quince bush.

 

ancient vase

 

This is one of my favorite vases, mainly because it’s the “vase of my childhood”.  I remember it always being on our dining table, full of flowers cut from Butterfly’s garden.  Butterfly tells me she bought the vase in 1949 at a church rummage sale for a quarter.  I think it was a steal.

 

Winter is returning to our neck of the woods in the form of a heavy-duty wind and rain storm.  I decided to bring some flowers into the house before they get beaten down by the storm.

 

First I picked a few sprigs of daphne, which I absolutely love.  Does anything smell better than daphne?   Then I snagged a few blossoms from the pansies.

 

you can always count on pansies

 

sweet little wall vase

 

Butterfly trotted down the hill with an amazing bunch of cuttings from the flowering plum trees and one of her camellia bushes.

 

Flowering plum

 

camellias

 

It’s amazing how a few fresh flowers make a room come alive.  Spring is in the house, even it Old Man Winter has returned outside.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

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I should have known.  After a lifetime of adopting pets from shelters, you’d think I’d know better.  Have I ever adopted an animal that wasn’t in some ways a “special needs” critter?  The short answer to that question is NO!  Sometimes their needs are not obvious.  Take Barney, for instance.  Who would ever have guessed the medical disaster he would turn into and that I haven’t even begun to tell you about?  Take Celony, who rarely misses a month without visiting her favorite veterinarian for her mysterious ailments that we have yet to diagnose.

 

And then there’s Linus.  Surely you remember Linus, the dog we adopted for my mom over a year ago.

 

....zzzzz...

 

When I go back and read those original stories I wrote about him, I see the clues to what’s wrong with Linus.  Well, it’s not really that there is anything “wrong” with Linus; it’s just that he’s not quite “right”.

 

Right away we noticed that Linus never barked.  He didn’t bark when cars arrived.  He didn’t bark when there was a knock at the door, or when the doorbell rang.   He would run with the other dogs to greet strangers arriving, but he would never bark.

 

He does “talk” when he wants something.  He yips when he is outside and wants in.  He will, in fact, yip incessantly when he wants in.  He whines/yodels when he wants out, or when he wants to sit on the couch with you, or for reasons we do not understand.  For instance, he can be snuggling on the couch with you and whining quite a tall tale to you.

 

We also noticed he often does not come when called.  He will just ignore us and keep running the other way.  We considered him aloof, a loner, marching to the sound of a different drummer.  But this really frustrated Butterfly, who had been used to her prior dog, Carly.  Carly was her little shadow, never leaving her side.  Now she had Linus, who often was her shadow, but other times acted like he had no use for her.

 

I didn’t pay too much attention to this because it wasn’t too big a deal.  Usually he would be with the group of dogs and they would all come and go together.  It was only on occasion that he would wander off by himself and not come when called.

 

The only time we noticed different behavior is when we left our property – to go on a hike, for instance.  Then Linus was careful to stay close to us.  He would run ahead, but he would always keep Butterfly in his sight.  He would always be looking over his shoulder to see where she was.  If she changed paths, he darted back to go with her.  Often he chose to fall in step behind her.

 

Then one day I was home alone, gardening.  I was working across the driveway from the barn.  As I toiled away, I caught sight of Linus, trotting up the hill, make a bee-line for the barn.  I knew he was looking for me because he does not like to be away from people.

 

I called him.  He kept jogging towards the barn.  I called him again.  He continued towards the barn.  I yelled his named louder.  He kept on his heading towards the barn.

 

And the light bulb above my head went “PING” as it suddenly dawned on me that Linus couldn’t hear me!  He wasn’t aloof!  He wasn’t stubborn!  He wasn’t marching to the beat of a different drummer – he couldn’t even hear ANY drummer!

 

I whistled.  Linus stopped, turned, saw me and grinned.  He galloped over, wagging his entire body in delight at finding me.

 

“Oh, Linus!”  I said as I dropped to one knee to hug him.  “I’m so sorry!  I’ve been so stupid for so long!  How did I not understand what was wrong with you?  I am so sorry I called you all those silly names and said all those things about you!  And you can’t hear a word I’m saying, can you?”  I laughed and he didn’t care what I said or didn’t say.

 

This explains so much about him.  It explains so many of the things about him that drive us crazy.  For instance, on a rainy day he’ll be at one door yipping to come in.  I’ll go to my office door to call him and let him in, but he’ll never come to that door (like the other dogs know to do).  I always have to go out in the rain, find him at the other door and bring him around to the office door.  (The office has a brick floor and I can confine the dogs there until their feet are dry, if need be.)

 

Upon realizing that Linus was deaf, I immediately sat down and sent an email to the SPCA where we’d adopted him.  I told them that they’d pulled the wool over our eyes, giving us a “defective” animal.  How, I asked, was deaf Linus supposed to protect Butterfly, with the hearing aids, against rattlesnakes?  It’s akin to the blind leading the blind!  I told them I wanted my money back.  They knew it was in jest – mostly because no money had exchanged hands (other than a donation from me) – a senior had adopted a senior dog, which happens for free.  They did say they’d had no idea he was deaf, but that I could purchase a vibrating collar made especially for calling deaf dogs.  I’m still looking into that option.

 

Since then we had the vet confirm that he is indeed deaf, but to what degree we’ll never really know.  We know he can hear certain whistle tones, which is extremely helpful.  We know he definitely cannot hear normal voice tones and most normal household sounds.  He cannot hear cars, which is a great danger.  This is why I now have this sign, among many others, on our gate:

 

I hope people take heed.

 

Do you think they'll pay attention?

 

The vet told me that the two main things to worry about with deaf dogs are cars and startling them in case they bite.  The cars are definitely an issue for Linus, because he falls asleep on our driveway and you can drive right up to him without him hearing the car.  I’m hoping the UPS and FedEx drivers will heed my sign and take care.  He’s ok if he’s awake.  He seems pretty savvy about getting out of the way of vehicles.

 

As far as startling him, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.  Before we knew he was deaf, we had observed that he is one of the mellowest dogs we know.  You can throw yourself on him when he is sound asleep and he just groans and rolls over for a belly rub.  That said, however, we will be careful, especially where children are concerned.  So far he has been wonderful with them, but now we will let everyone know of his disability and to respect it.

 

One of the ways that Linus will get the respect he deserves is by sporting some new garb.

 

Nice collar cover!

 

Hopefully this will help drivers and new arrivals in general take notice and give Linus the accommodation he requires.

 

When we leave the property, he’ll have even more eye-catching apparel.

 

This should make it obvious!

 

Linus is unconcerned.

 

Now that we realize his limitations, we don’t let him off leash when we’re away from home.  I shudder to think about the hikes we’ve taken him on where he’s been off-leash.  What if he’d gotten separated from us and then couldn’t hear us calling him?   I’m still kicking myself for taking so long to figure him out.

 

We do know that one of his other senses works quite well.

 

The nose knows!

 

Whenever there is anything going on in the kitchen, Linus is right there to offer clean-up services.  Chelsea was peeling/coring apples for a pie one weekend and Linus was just waiting for a signal that it was ok to go after anything that missed the bowl.

 

Living with a deaf dog is difficult and requires making adjustments, and then even more adjustments … but they’re worth it.