Watched "Ghost Writer" not bad, then I have a mighty crush on Ewan McGreggor. Then Nick Cage in "The Sorcerer's Apprentice," not to be mistaken for the Disney classic cartoon. Lots of explosions and effects but generally a yawn and my 'mostly online friend has secured work at the LA "So You Think You Can Dance" Auditions for the next few days, so that he can afford a big bottle of Chanel No. 5, so no time-wasting on Skype.
What's a girl to do? Meh! Just take the dog and the camera for a spin. Since I have no cash, I went to meet the other Merry Widow at the Castle Hill Grower's Market on Saturday morning at some un-Godly hour but had a coffee, a chat, and took the Lilster for a little walky-poo, (of course that's a real word) around the showground. No possums, roos or hot, hot men. Just a cock or two, er, I mean Cockatoo.
|Just one, high in a sawn-off branch. Unusual because they're usually in flocks|
|Now, how to get into said hollow branch|
|Check the circumference, measure against diameter|
|Perfect, backwards entry successful|
|Amazes me how something so colourful can be so hard to spot - then they're noisy as hell|
|Rainbow Lorikeet sucking up some Red Flowering Gum delicousness|
|Look at his likkle footsies|
|Acrobats all, when it comes to nectar|
|Lily living in my shadow- oops bit over exposed that one.|
|Arse-end view of the world. Lucky me.|