Animals

Mariposas

(This is my 200th entry here- do I get some kind of prize, or should I just get out more?) When I was caught outside without an umbrella in torrential rain on my break when I working at the museum over the summer, I took the time to snap some more butterfly photos. My previous efforts are here. I went back with my film SLR just before the exhibition closed too, but I haven't got round to scanning those yet.... Read More...

Butterflies

At my work they've got a butterfly garden in a heated tent over the Easter holidays. I popped in to take some pictures in my tea break earlier this week. I don't know what any of the species are, I don't know much about butterflies. They had a reference board to compare the live ones to, but I didn't have time to look closely.... Read More...

For the Loneliness You Foster, I Suggest Paul Auster

I'm not doing the book review thing anymore, I lost track. When I added it up, I realised that I read at least 3 books a week (fast reader + a lot of time on trains), so that's over 150 book reviews in a year. Writing that many book reviews doesn't really appeal, so I'll just mention any books that piqued my interest. Recently I've been reading the New York Trilogy by Paul Auster, the sort of thing I like a lot and wondered why I hadn't got round to reading it before. I think it's what they were going for in I Heart Huckabees and failed to do. I hate that film. (But I love people messing around with the form of detective stories). I've also been re-reading all my Diana Wynne Jones books, for obvious reasons.... Read More...

Meow, meow, meow

Me & my ex-boyfriend had a cat. He was a stray who decided to move into my friends' house, and we ended up taking him. We had him for two years as a girl named Mia, until the vet said "you do know your cat is a neutered male, right?" so he reverted to his original name of Meow. As cats go, he was pretty good. Very affectionate, but had somehow missed out on the basic training programme for the cat lifestyle, and so was always getting himself into scrapes like getting his claws stuck in the sofa and not knowing what to do. Here he is hypnotising himself with one of those glitter lamps. Unfortunately he had to be put down the day before New Year's Eve, because he was old and ill and had lost the use of his legs and couldn't eat anymore. Goodbye Meow.... Read More...
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Seagull drama

When I came home from work there was a crowd of people outside my front door. There was a woman holding a seagull chick that had fallen down from the nest on the chimney pots. The chick was in the big fat gormless stage where the parents are fed up of feeding it, but it's not ready to fly yet. There was really no way of putting it back up on the chimney pot, so I let the woman in and put the bird on the piece of flat roof that projects out of the window on our landing, safely out of the way of cats and foxes. In case he was going to hang around a while, I named the bird Spot, after his feathers.... Read More...