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- Type of diabetes
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Fbg 6.7
Yesterday, the small birds decided not to wait for Mrs Bluetit's call for the opening of the dating diner. They started appearing around 5:30 pm. The Little Dunnock was first, I am going to call it a 'she' for the moment, no way of telling if it is a boy or girl. There are crumbles of food from the suet fatballs for her. But no other Dunnocks appeared at the dating night last night. But she fed well. A young robin was next, a different one, he was a mess like the other one the previous night. His moulting feathers/adult coat at the front is an absolute disaster with feathers sticking out. Then the sparrows. Looked like a new lot. They did some chattering and introducing themselves. Mrs Bluetit came sweeping in them, surveyed them all, looked happy the way things were progressing, then in comes a vividly bright fresh looking male bluetit, he had scrubbed up well. And Mrs Bluetit approved, so they disappeared off instantly. There was another male robin. Then the robins and the sparrows left.and the little Dunnock is still feeding all alone from the ground....maybe the next night she will find someone.
Creative today is a kaleidoscope in Laboscope. In my bedroom again!
Ah, and Midnight now has a bald two inch patch of fur at the bottom of his spine just before his tail starts, because finally I have managed to shave that last bit of matted fur off with a metal tool that shaves off matted fur. I have been working the edges of it this the last two weeks so this tool could get under it to get it off in one swipe. Midnight has been saying the last few days, if you advance on me one more time with those metal tools I am going to shred you into pieces. But when I did the final act of getting that dead fur this morning with the shaving tool, Midnight did not say a word, did not shred me, and actually looked relieved that it was off.
A nice hot cuppa needed now...
Yesterday, the small birds decided not to wait for Mrs Bluetit's call for the opening of the dating diner. They started appearing around 5:30 pm. The Little Dunnock was first, I am going to call it a 'she' for the moment, no way of telling if it is a boy or girl. There are crumbles of food from the suet fatballs for her. But no other Dunnocks appeared at the dating night last night. But she fed well. A young robin was next, a different one, he was a mess like the other one the previous night. His moulting feathers/adult coat at the front is an absolute disaster with feathers sticking out. Then the sparrows. Looked like a new lot. They did some chattering and introducing themselves. Mrs Bluetit came sweeping in them, surveyed them all, looked happy the way things were progressing, then in comes a vividly bright fresh looking male bluetit, he had scrubbed up well. And Mrs Bluetit approved, so they disappeared off instantly. There was another male robin. Then the robins and the sparrows left.and the little Dunnock is still feeding all alone from the ground....maybe the next night she will find someone.
Creative today is a kaleidoscope in Laboscope. In my bedroom again!
Ah, and Midnight now has a bald two inch patch of fur at the bottom of his spine just before his tail starts, because finally I have managed to shave that last bit of matted fur off with a metal tool that shaves off matted fur. I have been working the edges of it this the last two weeks so this tool could get under it to get it off in one swipe. Midnight has been saying the last few days, if you advance on me one more time with those metal tools I am going to shred you into pieces. But when I did the final act of getting that dead fur this morning with the shaving tool, Midnight did not say a word, did not shred me, and actually looked relieved that it was off.
A nice hot cuppa needed now...