Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Katja the Kookaburra

"Oooh, kedgeree is one of the special's today," said Edwina the Egret, reading a window sign as she followed Agathe into Katja's Kaffeeklatsch. "I didn't know the bakery also created savory items."

"Katja only started baking savory dishes recently," the aardvark said. "My favorite is her termite kreplach."

"You're in luck, Agathe," called Katja the Kookaburra from the counter. "The dough was kneaded 20 minutes ago. Let me take some termites out of the freezer and I'll be right with you. Sit over by Kalena the kitten, dears. Katie, kindly serve them whatever they want."

"You're the bee's knees, Katja! Thank you." Agathe turned to the koala and asked for a kombachu drink.

"I would like the krill and kimchee concoction, along with your kedgeree dish," Edwina said keenly.

As the two friends settled themselves around the table, Katja flew out of the kitchen and perched herself on the table. "Kudos to Winnie and Thomas!" the kookaburra trilled. "They are such kindred spirits. And, they are so romantic. Is it true that they sealed all of their invitations with a kiss?"

Agathe and Edwina nodded with big knowing grins. They helped stuff the envelopes.

"So, what would the sweethearts like for their wedding cake?" Katja baked the best cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and pretty much any kind of baked goods around. She was quite knowledgeable in all baked things vegan.

"They want a wedding dessert table," Agathe said. She and Edwina, the maid of honor, were helping Winnie and Thomas plan their wedding. 

"An assortment of vegan and non-vegetarian fare," added Edwina. "They know they want rice krispies. Everything else, they're open to suggestions."

Katja nodded, closing her eyes to think better. Kalena purred loudly while Katie set the drinks and food before the ladies.

From under knitted brows, Katja said, "Key lime pie. Kefir waffles. Kok, which is like a cream puff. Greek butter cookies called koulourakia. Have you heard of künefe? That's a Turkish dessert made with shredded phyllo dough and unsalted cheese."

"Yummmmmmm," Edwina and Agathe said, practically drooling.

"I can also make a kiwifruit cake with sprinkles made from kelp. I baked some today." Katja turned to the counter, "Katie, please bring us two slices of the cake."

Edwina and Agathe definitely drooled in anticipation.

K is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check out the meme here and the list of this week's participants here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Judge Jennifer the Jack Rabbit

Knock, knock.

"Please enter," said Judge Jennifer, hanging up her judicial gown.

"That was quite a jaded case," Agathe the Aardvark said from the doorway. "You must be exhausted. We can do our jaunt another day."

"The walk will do me good," the jack rabbit said. "Just let me get my camera and phone and I shall be ready to go. Will Filemon be joining us?"

"He'll meet us at the meadow. He said he'll jet about and try to locate the tree before we get there."

"That jocular flying squirrel," jested Jennifer. Agathe giggled, then said, "Filemon does have a way of forgetting a job once he's in flight."

The walk from the courthouse to the meadow took longer than usual, but neither friend minded the slow pace at all. Agathe snacked on ants or termites that she found while Jennifer snapped photos of jackals drilling the street with jackhammers, juvenile jaguars jumping into a jeep, a Jesuit jogging up the jailhouse steps, two jabirus juggling jet skis, and rusty jambeau lying among jonquils.

"Tell me dear, would you rather be a judge or a photographer?"

"The latter, of course," replied Jennifer, clicking away at a joyful, jabbering jaybird. "I'm so happy that Winnie and Thomas asked me to be their wedding photographer. If this goes well, I might consider early retirement and become a jungle photographer."

"Her Honor, Judge Jennifer, the Jungle Photographer," Agathe said. "That has a jolly ring to it."

"I hope we can find their tree," said Jennifer as she waved joyfully at Filemon who sat on a junky jukebox that marked the entrance to the meadow.

"Winnie says it's off the path. She says jasmine or some kind of flowery vine grows up the tree."

Jennifer nodded. "Did she tell you that Thomas carved two hearts with their initials at the base of the tree?"

"Oh, he's the perfect joey for her!" exclaimed Agathe.

"It's about time you jills got here," joked Filemon. "I found the tree! Jenn, it's just the perfect spot to take Thomas' and Winnie's wedding portrait."

"Let's go then!" Agathe and Judge Jennifer, the soon to be Jungle Photographer, took off jogging down the meadow path with Filemon flying beside them.

J is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check out the meme here and the list of this week's participants here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Iago the Iguana and the Invitation

We invite you
to jump for joy with us
on our wedding day,
Wednesday, June 27, 2018,
at the Honalee Bay Aquarium!
Winnie & Thomas

"Hey, Iago! I see you got your invitation," called Guy A. Gator to the iridescent iguana basking in the sun on the immense igneous boulder.

Iago opened one eye to watch his alligator friend indolently swagger towards him, clutching the heart-shaped invitation in his mouth.

"Going, are you?"

"Indubitably," Iago answered somewhat indifferently.

The iguana half-listened to Guy's incessant chatter. Iago yawned, idly gazing at the horizon. His eyes widened. He sat up straighter. Edwina the Egret, his imagined love, soared in the near distance.

Iago's heart beat faster as he watched the ingenious creature glide to a stop beside Guy.

"I figure since Thomas and Winnie are vegetarians, I'd grill their favorite veggies and cook them into my famous gumbo for the reception," said Guy in a tizzy.

"Oh, Guy," interrupted Edwina. "Their wedding is over three months away.

"Time flies by in an instant," said Guy. "Isn't that so, Iago?"

Iago nodded. He dared not talk. His voice might crack. Being near Edwina made him insanely nervous. And, incredibly giddy. To Iago, the irresistible egret would be his ideal companion. He thought her so intelligent, so imaginative, so intriguing, so . . . .

Iago inwardly shook himself to attention as Edwina spoke.

Fluffing her feathers with great pride, Edwina said, "Winnie has asked me to be her maid of honor."

Iago fainted. He will be Thomas' best man.

Oh, happy days! The ABC Wednesday creatures are excited to be part of Thomas and Winnie's wedding celebration. Stay tuned.

I is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check out the meme here and the list of this week's participants here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Molly the Cat's Satisfying and Satisfactory Sunday Morning

Molly has asked that I tell you about her satisfying and satisfactory Sunday morning, and before breakfast, too.

Molly and I were deadheading daisies in the front yard. Molly is the supervisor, in case you're wondering. About 20 minutes into clipping soggy dried daisy heads (we had rain—yay!) I glanced up to see Molly sitting with her body tensely taut and intently watching the flamingo. From my angle, Molly and the faded artificial bird seemed to be in a stare down.

Five minutes later, I noticed that Molly had moved halfway closer to Albert. That's the flamingo's name I've decided.

Three minutes ticked by: Molly was in stealth hunter's mode. She quickly and quietly tiptoed around me and crept into the bushes to (no doubt) ambush Albert from behind.

I wonder who was surprised more—Albert or Molly.

That was not the end to Molly satisfactory morning adventure. No m'ams and sirs.

Ten minutes later, I was planting tiny daisy branches (in hopes they'll grow) beneath the tree when a yowl broke through my zen. Racing down the side cement path was a fat orange tabby with Molly a couple feet behind her. Whooooooooooosh! 

Just as Molly rounded the corner, off the property, I shouted in what I hoped was a better-listen-to-me voice, "MOLLY!" With my knees which the doctors say no longer have cartilage, I wouldn't have been able to. . .you get the picture.

I couldn't believe it: The girl stopped in mid-flight. She literally screeched to a halt with sound effects, eeeeeeeeeerrk. She locked eyes with me, then peered down the sidewalk. It's almost like she shrugged and muttered, "Not worth it."

She walked up the cement path like a triumphant little lion, stopping a few feet where she turned and stared at the corner, making sure that four-footed prowler dared not return. Once she was content, she sauntered back to Albert where she sniffed the daisies next to him.

Yup, our Molly the Lion had a rather satisfying and satisfactory morning.

I'm linking up with All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jesh St.G. Click here to check out Jesh and her meme. For the participants list, click here. Thanks, Jesh!

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Hazel the Hula Dancing Hammerhead Shark

"Hello, Hazel here," said the happy-go-lucky hammerhead shark into her phone.

"Winnie! How are you? What's happening?"

"Is that Winnie? Is it true about her and Thomas?" called Davey from across the dressing room. She and her brothers Dicky and Danny swam over and hovered closely by.

"Hopping high, you say. . .Huh, say that again? The Daffodils are being quite hyper right now. . .

"We are not!" said Danny, splashing a bit huffily.   "Shhh," Dicky said to his brother.

"Hoooo Hooo Hoooo!" Hazel turned to the triplets. "Winnie and Thomas are getting hitched."

"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!"

Hard pounding knocks on the dressing room door hushed the performers. Through the door, they heard "Five minutes to show time!"

"Winnie, we are so very happy for you!. . .Can you hear the Daffodils? They're all heedless with joy. . . Honey, the show is about to start. Let me call . . .Really? You want me to perform the Hawaiian Wedding Song dance?. . .I would be honored to do the hula for you and Thomas at your wedding. I'm humbled. . .Yes, yes, I'll call you tonight. Give your sweetheart a huge 'hear-hear' from us. Love you!"

Hazel and the Daffodils hugged each other, hardly containing their joy. They twirled harum-scarum around each other as they headed out the door for their first performance of the day at the Honalee Bay Aquarium.

Oh, happy days! A wedding celebration is on the horizon for the ABC Wednesday creatures. Stay tuned.

H is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Gentle Grousing with Ghandi and Guy

Note: That's the French pronunciation of Guy, said like ghee, a kind of clarified butter.
That said, on with this week's tale for ABC Wednesday.
* * *

"Guy, you'll tear that guide yet," said Ghandi the Gamekeeper, glancing over at Guy A. Gator the Grill Chef, who was whipping not-so-gladly through Gator Cuisine. Ghandi laid a three of hearts down on his game of solitaire.

Guy slapped his hand on a page so vehemently the gin-mill of a bar went silent for a glued second. Guy growled. Or, was it more of a groan? "Look at this!"

Ghandi leaned over the gator's shoulder and read aloud, "The Greatest Gator Gumbo!"

Ghandi grazed Guy's shoulder lightly and gingerly, so the big guy knew that the giraffe was in his corner. "Humans and their follies," said Ghandi.

The two good friends raised their glasses in the air, took a long gulp of martini, gibbered, then sighed.

"Today, a human wanted a special order of gator gumbo," grumped Guy.

"How did you set her straight?"

"I presented myself at her table, bowed, and gently stated 'Madame, I am very sorry. It is our policy to forgo the serving of alligator meat. Please choose another dish.' The waiters told me that I turned about with so much grandioso and gravitas, the customer genuflected behind me."

Ghandi guffawed and snorted while Guy grinned and guzzled more martini.

"How was your day, mi trés grand ami, with the games?" Guy asked after Ghandi's last giggle.

"The grass is no greener on my side. At least today," griped Ghandi. "Bingo and Bubba Byrd spent hours at the putting green on the mezzanine. They were gabbing and gossiping the whole time. After they left, it took forever to scrape their poop off the fake grass."

"A gamekeeper's job is never done, from rising to setting sun," toasted Guy. Ping went their glasses as they touched.

Ghandi continued his grievance, "Charlie the Camel galloped in today. Do you know him?"

"He is a gigantic consumer of our vegan gumbo," Guy gushed proudly.

"Charlie is also a ginormous pinball game fanatic. He does his best to share, but once he gets going, he bogarts the pinball machine and I hear grumbles and groans from the other animals. And, Charlie is a rambunctious gamester, gyrating like Elvis and gurgling when he wins and growling when he doesn't. He grips the machine so tightly that gashes in the wood and glass have started to appear."

"Thank goodness the only creatures waiting a turn were Filemon the Flying Squirrel and Edwina the Egret. After playing a game of Life, they gave up on Charlie and went outdoors to glide to and from between the building's gables, which they know they are not to do."

"Golly, it does sound like a lot of fun," said Guy, glowing from his second martini. He raised his glass. "As the original Ghandi said, 'Hate the sin, love the sinner.'"

"He had such a gracious way of saying things," said Ghandi the Gamekeeper, clinking his glass to Guy's. "'In a gentle way, you can shake the world.'"

G is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Filemon the Flying Squirrel's First Flight

Filemon the Flying Squirrel fixed his goggles fairly on his face. He took a few deep breaths to steady his fraught nerves. Really, truly, he repeated to himself, he had nothing to fear. So said his friends Bingo and Bubba Byrd who sat beside him.

"Filemon, flying is what you are about," said Bingo, patting his shoulder.

What if it isn't?" fretted Filemon.

"Dude, you're feeling first-time jitters," Bubba said. "I was awfully fidgety before my first flight. But when I took my first hop into flight, oh my folly golly jolly. I was all fat smiles. My wings flung widely. I floated in sunshine. It was fantastic, Filemon!"

Filemon found himself feeling quite calm.

"Filemon! Filemon! Filemon!"

The flying squirrel searched the ground below for the source of the faint cries. There, near the shoreline were his friends jumping up and down on the beach and waving funny red signs.

"Filemon!" cheered Agathe the Aardvark. Following her was Edwina the Egret, "Filemon!" and not to be outdone was Charlie the Camel, "Filemon!"

"Look who also made it for your inaugural flight," said Bingo, pointing her red sign towards the sea.

Leapfrogging beside their huge red sign were the Daffodil triplets—Davey and her two brothers Dicky and Danny. Filemon could't hear them, but he knew they, too, were shouting cheers of encouragment.

My friends are far-out fabulous! thought Filemon. He nodded to the Byrds. "I'm ready."

"We'll count you off," said Bingo. Filemon took one more deep breath as he got into take-off position.

"Five!" Bubba began.

"Fifteen!" continued Bingo.

"Five hundred fifty-five!" Filemon shouted, taking his first step into flight. "Ffffwwweeeeeeeeee!"

"Hurrah, Hurrah! Hurrah, Hurrah!" shouted the Byrds from the tree, the Daffodils from the sea, and the trio of Agathe, Edwina, and Charlie from the ground below.  "Fly, Filemon, Fly!"

Filemon felt so alive! His heart was filled with so much frabjous joy and love. Filemon called down to all his favorite buddies, "Thank you, thank you for your friendship! Happy Valentine's Day!"

F is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Friday, February 9, 2018

On Alert

While Molly was chewing on grass this morning, someone coasted to a stop in front of our house. Molly quickly came to attention.  She watched the woman park, get out of her car, and walk across the street. Midway, the woman turned back to her car. Molly, who probably thought the stranger was heading into our yard, zooooooooomed past me and into the house. So much for Molly the Guard Cat.

I'm participating in a new linky part today. It's called Friday Photo Journal, hosted by Melissa at Serendipity is Sweet. Check it out here.  Thanks, Melissa!

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Edwina the Ecru Egret

On the 88th floor of the Earhart edifice, Edwina the Ecru Egret pressed the down button to the elevator.

She was exhausted. She had spent the last hour consulting with a career expert. "You have enormous empathy for your fellow egrets," the counselor evoked enthusiastically. "You would excel exceedingly well in educational counseling."

Edwina sighed. How could she help others when editing her own life was sometimes an elegiac effort? Perhaps she ought to be an eyelet punch operator.

The elevator doors opened.

"Edwina, my darling girl!"

"Agathe!" the ecru egret exulted. "How was Europe?"

The two old friends hugged and kissed.

"Europe was enchanting," Agathe the Aaardvark exclaimed. "I must go pay this electrical bill. Could you wait for me? Maybe have lunch?"

Edwina had no other engagement so Agathe expressed herself down the hall and was back at the elevator in no time at all.

"I love your hat, Edwina. So chic." Agathe examined it closely. "Isn't that an Eastern Imperial eagle feather?"

"Yes, it's from Edgar," said Edwina, tears slipping from her eyes.

Agathe patted the egret, thinking, "Unrequited love. So excruciating."

"Darling," said Agathe ever so gently, "I ran into Edgar in the European Green Belt."

"How is he?" Edwina's eyes shined with enchantment.

"He is well, as is his wife and their new eaglet."

Edwina dropped her head. "I didn't even know he was engaged."

"It's for the better," Agathe said. "Long distance relationships are easier said than done."

Edwina sighed, then reached deeply into herself to extract a smile. "Come, Agathe," she said energetically. "Let's go toast your homecoming with Espresso martinis and bounce to some Bruno Mars."

"That's my girl," said Agathe.

The elevator arrived at the 88th floor. As the two old friends entered the lift, Edwina asked, "Did you know Charlie the Camel entered a cable car bell ringing contest? And, the Daffodil triplets are disco dancing again?"

The elevator doors closed on the old friends' evocative giggles, chortles, and snorts.

E is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

A Day with the Daffodils

"There are the Daffodils!" Bingo and Bubba darted above the dolphins. How the Byrd siblings love to visit with the triplets—Davey and her brothers Dicky and Danny—who dwell near the docks in the delta in December. 



Dicky and Danny dived out of the water in dizzy delight, nearly bumping into Bingo and Bubba.

"Watch it, guys," drawled Davey. "You don't want to dump those Byrds into the drink."

"We're practicing our disco moves," declared Dicky.

Danny divulged how they were pretending to be John Travolta.

"Delightful," said Bingo, dipping her wing in the air. "We'll join you."

The Daffodils and the Byrds danced, danced, and danced some more. When they were done, they decompressed by the docks, sipping daiquiris and discussing the Byrd siblings' updates on Charlie the Camel and Agathe the Aardvark.

As the Byrds departed home, the Daffodils called out, "Bye-bye! Thanks for a divinely dillydally of a day!"

D is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Charlie the Cable Car Bell-Ringing Camel

"Caramba! The cable car bell ringing contest has already begun," called Bingo to Bubba.

"It looks like Charlie's turn!" Bubba clamored.

The Byrd siblings circled to the right, luckily finding an air current to coast quickly to Union Square.

Clang! Clang-clang-clang! Clang-ity, clang clang, clang clang! Clllllaaaaangggg! Clang!

The crowd roared their approval.

Charlie the Camel blushed a crimson red, as he clip-clopped down the cemented sidewalk to the contestants' corner.

"That was brilliantly cacophonous, Charlie!" exclaimed Bingo as she landed on his right shoulder.

"Awesome, Dude!" said Bubba. "That was mighty crisp and clear. We could hear it from above the Courtyard Hotel."

"Thank you, thank you," said Charlie, coyly covering his face with the charming beret that Agathe the Aardvark sent him from France. Bonne chance, mon ami, she wrote.

Minutes later the winners of the annual San Francisco Cable Car Bell-Ringing Contest were announced. Charlie was not crowned the champ. He was, however, given a special award for being the first Camelus Bactrianus to enter the competition.

Three cheers for Charlie!

C is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Bingo & Bubba Byrd

"Bubba boy! Did you see me bear down over Broadway? I'm a natural barnstormer," boasted Bingo to her brother.

Bubba, big-eyed and off-balanced, burped. Thank goodness for the sidewalk, no matter how bumpy his landing. Maybe he should've gone hiking with Agathe the Aardvark instead of buzzing around with Bingo.

B is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!

Thursday, December 7, 2017


Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

Crackle. Chirp. Chirp.

Little brownish birds with yellow beaks landed on the persimmon tree branches above me.

Hop, hop, hop. Chirp. Chirp.

"Is it time for lunch?" I stepped away from the ladder. "Okay. I'll do something else until you're done."

Right after the birds had their fill, the Husband came outside and he kindly picked a basket of persimmons for me.

A wonderful day.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Hello Crow!

Caaa! Caaaa! Caaaa!

We like sharing the persimmons with the crows and the other birds. Why not?

I'm linking up at All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from JeshStG. Click here to check out Jesh and click here to check out other participants.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

M is for Our Molly

These evenings, one of Molly the Cat's favorite perches, after consuming a bunch of dental treats, is her post that sits on top of a coffee table. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr. 

I think if the girl could talk, she'd tell me to stop with the camera already.  Murrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

 It's the letter M at ABC Wednesday. Click here for more M posts. Thanks, ABCW team!

Sunday, December 18, 2016

A Cat in a Flower Pot

By golly! Miss Molly, whatever are you doing?

As always, Molly the Cat ignored my question.

I watched her jump into the pot, sniff as she turned 360 degrees inside it, then climbed so daintily out of it.

Molly the cat and I were doing our morning round of the front yard. I was curious to see how well the plants fared in this morning's frost. A few plants in the shade sported soft ice similar to what's in a shaved-ice cone.

What was Molly curious about?

I saw two dove feathers near the tree, which means that a neighborhood cat successfully caught himself a bird that morning. Molly may have picked up his scent. She looked to have lost it a few feet from the flower pots.

Life is good that I can start my day like this.

I'm linking up today with All Seasons, a meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jeshstg. Click here to join or  to check out other participants.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016


"We can't store the persimmons in the garage," I said to the Mama and the Husband at the lunch table one day. "There's an uh-toot."

The Mama laughed.

"What's that?" the Husband asked.

"A mouse," I said. Most likely I shuddered. Rodents give me the creeps.  "Uh-toot in Ilocano means mouse. Right, Mama?"

"Uh-taut," said Mama. "You have a funny pronunciation."

"Uh-toot," I said.


"Uh-toot," said the Husband. "She's saying the same thing."

The Mama smiled.

"Uh-toot," I said. "Be careful. If you say Ah-toot, you're talking about a fart."

That conversation happened a few years back. Recently, I learned that the Ilocano word for mouse is bau, which I never heard the Mama or the Daddy use. I also found out that the spelling for fart is o-t-o-t. 

The Mama considered mice as farts. Giggle.

Today is the letter U at ABC Wednesday. Click here to join in and/or check out what other participants are sharing.  Thank you, ABCW team!

Monday, November 21, 2016

A Sunday Drive in November

Yesterday afternoon, the Husband and I safely exited the highway onto a road that led us briefly through a magical eucalyptus forest.

We zigged and zagged up hill and down dale along vaguely familiar roads to a small town where an artisan's holiday fair was happening. Shall we turn left or right? One way or the other we'd find our destination. We could've taken the direct route. But, where's the fun in that?

We wouldn't have come across two young deer quietly and delicately making their way up a hillside. It was almost like they were holding their breath as they walked. Were they afraid we would see them?

The Husband stopped the car and opened his window so I could quickly take a photo of the young deer. It wasn't until I was fiddling with this photo that I noticed a creature in the brush above him. At first I thought it was a bobcat or a coyote. Would the deer have gone so slowly if it was either creature?  It turned out it was another deer.

I'm glad the Husband and I went out into the world yesterday.

Today, I'm linking up with All Seasons and Our World Tuesday. I hope you check both memes out.  Peace and joy to you all.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


"You're a sweet cat," the Husband said.

"I am not," said Molly the Cat.

"Yes, you are."

"I am not."

"A very sweet kitty cat."

"I am not! I'm a lion!"

"I'm a tiger!"

"I'm a panther!"


"So there, Mister the Husband."

Missy Molly by Golly and I are performing the letter P for ABC Wednesday. Giggle. Purrrrrrr. 
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