Baby bird floofiness

Some of you were intrigued by the Tawny Frogmouth in the last post, so here is what they look like as babies......this pic were taken in 2011 at a camp ground where we stayed while visiting Port Macquarie.

"Floofy" is the only way to describe it!

We still haven't had any rain.  Not one drop, not a dribble.  Showers are forecast for tomorrow so if you hear yahooing and yelping from wherever you are and see shadows against the moon leaping and cavorting, it's us here doing the rain dance.  We're not holding our collective breaths, but we are hopeful just the same.

Our uke gig went well last Sunday - we were even asked if we had a CD!  One of the songs played was "All I have to do is dream" by the Elderly Everly Brothers, and a woman sitting near the stage told us it was her favourite song.  We said we hoped we hadn't spoiled it for her forever, but she said she loved our version.......so there we have it, one woman thinks we're as good as the professionals.

In our dreams, perhaps......

The market was held in a small country church so we threw several gospel songs into the mix, all of which our audience enjoyed.....now we need to learn a whole heap more, in case we're asked back.

Stitches have been taken in the sewing room, isn't that something to get excited about?  So I am.  Two BOM obligations done so far, two more to go, and instructions to write for one of those already finished before next Monday.  One of those still waiting its turn is fiddly-diddly applique, a cutesy-poo girl in a long floral frock carrying a watering can.  The world would be a boring place if we all liked the same things.  I do not like fiddly-diddly cutesy-poo applique.  However being as how I am a nice person most of the time I shall try to do it with the minimum of grumbling, and will breath a sigh of relief when it's handed over next month.

"Scandal and gossip.
Scandal is the least excusable of all conversational vulgarities.  Envy prompts the tongue of the slanderer.  Jealousy is the disturber of the harmony of all interests.  A writer on this subject says: "Gossip is a troublesome sort of insect that only buzzes about your ears and never bites deep; slander is the beast of prey that leaps upon you from its den and tears you in pieces.  Slander is the proper object of rage; gossip of contempt."

Probably.

I am old enough to remember when so-called 'women's magazines' contained stuff such as recipes and knitting patterns considered at the time to be not worthy of any serious woman's attention, but compared to the scandal and gossip which fills the current editions they were high literature.

Enjoy your days!