dwindling self-esteem that accompanies my descent into incredibly old age continues
apace. During a meeting with a (young) superannuation adviser (..a pointless
exercise, as it turns out I will very likely have to work until I am
approximately 97), I explained my (rather expensive) lifestyle included
supporting my horses in the manner to which they have become accustomed. At the
end of the meeting he politely asked who rode these horses of mine…and almost
managed to hide his disbelief when I told it was me. He was clearly under the
impression that someone of my advanced years would be incapable of even
clambering aboard a horse, let alone embark on steering this long-suffering
horse around a dressage arena. I was tempted to show him the video of me and
Willo galloping flat out…but thankfully realised
in time that this may just have cemented his view of the unlikelihood of a
person of my advanced years having any abilities at all in the equestrian
visiting galahs have set out to demonstrate that, similar to bling, you can
never have too much pink. Thoroughly convinced by their display, the Joyfallee
plovers can be heard enthusiastically engaged in flinging down a new insult
from the realms of their rooftop eyrie – “Not pink enough!”.
fears about the motives of his erstwhile egret friend have come to fruition –
he is only grateful that the final choice of an above-ground dwelling site was
influenced by the colourfulness of the location.
is rather fond of his new paddock chum. She is to be seen in close proximity
for most of the daylight hours. He did, however, ask Hildegard to look up the
nesting habits of the Cattle Egret in her bird identification App, being a
little suspicious that his new mate may be eyeing him off as a handy location
for above-ground dwelling. He was less than flattered with the information that
the Cattle Egret is often to be found (perhaps unsurprisingly) with cattle. He also
found little comfort in the entry on nesting habits which recorded “shallow platform nests in trees and shrubs”.
With Willo’s past history of trying to camouflage himself as a tree, for the
purposes of avoiding work, he is concerned that he will be mistaken for a
perfect nesting site.
Pie and Veilchen are a little alarmed at recent events which have seen one of
the Joyfallee residents returning inspired from an evening watching the movie Florence Foster Jenkins and attempting
operatic gymnastics in the bathroom. They have tried to ward off the auditory
assault with high decibel budgie chatter to no avail. They can only hope that
the unnamed resident will not decide, Florence FJ-like, to commit the vocal
acrobatics to recording for posterity.