On wanting what you can’t have

This is my girl; hatched last July. Her name’s “Shell”, after the delicate darker colour edging her wing feathers.

She’s getting near breeding age, so at the markets recently I purchased a yellow male, around the same age. A gorgeous boy, he promptly received the name “Topaz” and all the way home, I envisaged how beautiful their babies would look.


Talk about counting chickens before they hatched! No sooner did Shell see Topaz but she formed an instant dislike. Bordering on hatred. Evidenced by her snapping at him, screeching at him and generally bullying him around their shared cage.


Topaz is now caged with another yellow hen (girl budgie), owned by Miss12. He’s happier with her – Havilah – and Havilah’s also quite pleased to be not out with the other budgies, getting bullied by them!

So. Today’s post is dedicated to Shell; not giving me what I want. [Yet…]

Have a great week, dear Reader 🙂

– KRidwyn

Almost, but not quite…

The new school year starts tomorrow. Meaning that today is still holidays! Woot!

I feel very blessed that we start the new school year with a short week, because of the Australia Day celebrations. As in, the public holiday we’re having today. It makes for a lovely start to the year 🙂

Here’s wishing you a lovely week too, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn


Check out what Miss14 did to Miss11 at last week’s school fete. And Miss11 paid for the privilege!

In other news, does anyone know how to get blue hair dye out of blonde hair?

Have a learning-full week yourself, dear Reader 🙂

– KRidwyn


I’m loving my job. The learning curve is the perfect gradient, and not only is my mind constantly active, but every Friday afternoon is spent out in the sun with a dozen or so girls, learning to play golf.

It’s fun; such a change from the rest of the week.

And I get paid to do it!

Here’s wishing you a variety-filled week yourself, dear Reader 🙂



Something I wrote recently:

When you’re alone and the noise from ‘society’ stops, that’s when Creation is able to slip in. Almost unnoticed. And that’s when you’re able to notice the bird calls. Recognise the sound of leaves rustling. Become aware of the the peace.

The breathing slows. Vision clears. You notice the cool air on the skin, refreshing it.

Suddenly it all seems so easy. Switching off. Tuning out from the incessant ‘go-go-go’ of the world.

Just stopping. Looking up, looking out. Looking around. Noticing – instead of how far there is to go – of how far you’ve come. Of reflecting. And yes, also, of celebrating.

Deep breath. Clear the mind. Notice the pace of life around you. Really notice. And decide when to rejoin – and rejoin the insanity on your own terms.

And then I took this photo to go with it 🙂

Here’s wishing you a refreshing week too, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn


Last week, a falling gum tree branch took out the power to my house. I wasn’t there at the time, but others were, so it was all made safe, and fixed, by the time I arrived home.

Meaning that I never got to see the live power wire sparking its danger on my front lawn; I could only imagine the culprit branch lying beside it which had aimed for the power line in its efforts to cause maximum hassle and annoyance.

Imagine my surprise then, to find this:

That tree branch, at its base? Easily 30 centimetres diameter. That’s not a ‘branch’, it was a whole ‘tree’! No wonder it took out the line – it came precariously close to goring my writing studio (okay, gardening shed) there too!

And it was a whole lot of fun to clear up, too. Just sayin’…

Have a wonderful week, dear Reader!

NaNo sentiment

I caught a tweet yesterday morning:

And although I laughed at it, appreciating Stephen’s wit in revealing truth, there was definitely an element of wistful longing in there, too. That I can’t join in the NaNo fun; that November is always just so gosh-darn-ludicrous that even finding 15 minutes to write per day is tricky, and happens far less often than I’m happy with.

So, via Twitter (on the rare occasions I get to scroll through my feed during November) I watch my writer friends all participate, and I sigh and think, “If only…”

But I wonder if I *would*, if I actually were given the time and the headspace to do it.

NaNoWriMo, or NaNo for short, is a month-long writing challenge, to write a novel – 50,000 words – in the month of November. 30 days. 1,666 (ish) words per day.

Can’t do that in 15 minutes. The title stands for ‘National Novel Writing Month’ because it was started by some San Francisco Bay writers in July of 1999, who set out to each write a 50,000 word novel by August 1st. They did it, then decided to invite others to join them. 19 years later, and it’s now an international event – which I can’t join.

Not yet, at least. Not with my current level of organisational ability.

I wonder if next year, it would be an impossibility too? Because that’d be cool: to join them in their 20th year of NaNo-ing!

Should I, do you think? Would you? Something to ponder, anyway…

Have a great week, dear Reader!

– KRidwyn