A Day Out… and another birdy photo

So today we went for a little drive.  Out to Crows Nest, to visit an antique store. We took a writer friend with us, since she has a similar twisted sense of humour.

Green Jesus with Blood Red Nailz (tm)
Green Jesus with Blood Red Nailz ™

(You really must clicky for biggy on these, they’re special)

Cupid waves hello from a swan
Cupid waves hello from a swan

The shop was very hot (being, as most such places are, really just a tin shed with a nicer front on it) and we were overwhelmed by furniture lust after a while –  beautiful little writing desks and huuuuuuuge breakfront dressers, none of which would fit in our houses… not to mention all the odd little (overpriced) bits and pieces…

Then lunch at the bakery. Yum.

A quick stop at an op shop back in town to look for frames for our friend (who is an artist as well as a writer, and has an upcoming exhibition in February) then home.

You can see where Allie gets his pearl from...
You can see where Allie gets his pearl from…

(The photo is a bit overblown, but you should be able to see the pearl on Bolly’s wing – that’s where Allie gets it from.)

It was a windy day so my hair is extra frizzy – but I’m definitely having problems with my thyroid, even though the scan was normal.  Things are tasting odd, my skin is superdry, my nails are brittle, my throat is sore, my voice is hoarse, I’m TIRED, my hands and feet are cold, my memory is extra wonky… I could go on listing symptoms but it’s pretty pointless, since I can’t do anything about it except try and convince the Very Helpful Psychiatrist to order blood tests when I have a skype call with her on Monday.  I even know which blood tests I need.  This might sound like I’m being a bit of a hypochondriac – rather, we’ve been down this path before, LAST time I needed the thyroxine dose increased. *sigh*  And I need a referral to an endocrinologist, just to be on the safe side. BLOODY CHRISTMAS/ NEW YEARS, can’t get a thing done!  Everybody shuts down ’til the start of February!

Anyway. Enough of that. It was a lovely day.

Soggy Birds!

Bolly, mid shower

[clicky for biggy]

You can see Dorian’s grey tail at bottom left of this picture, but he didn’t want to be photographed today.  It was so hot again today (33 with a hot dry wind) that I though the birds might enjoy a spray through the bars of their cage.  Bolly and Dorian used to come into the shower with me but I have been forgetting to do that.  They absolutely love getting wet on a hot day,  turning every which way to make sure every feather gets wet.

Just as well I keep my feathers numbered!

Bolly and Dorian’s boy, Yarrow, had his first ever spray mist – and he loved it too, hanging upside down and twisting to get more spray – and ringing his bell when I stopped, cheeky bugger!

Wet is GOOD!

The dog has enjoyed some more ice cubes and I am sitting with a damp towel across my shoulders again.  Far too hot to be trying to nap, unfortunately, so I’m here when I would rather be horizontal…