life with the furry and feathered crew

no NATCH this weekend

No NATCH this weekend. Only one Jumpers Q needed. After a handling boo-boo on Saturday, I had high hopes for Sunday, tempered only by the warm weather. Because of that, I spent my efforts keeping Jarah as cool as possible. We had a wonderful run, handled fairly well, but didn't Q due to a bar knocked down. Still I was very happy with it because Jarah tried hard and seemed to enjoy the run. She's the BEST.

When my mom first met Geikie, she couldn't get close to the cocky. As time went on, Geikie became less afraid of people and eventually, my mom was able to scratch her head. This last trip, as Geikie worked hard to end up in my mom's lap, my mom commented that "now I can't get rid of her".

Everyone is entertaining themselves tonight. Jarah is outside sniffing around the bar-b-que JUST in case a tidbit fell on the ground. Pepe is chewing on a toy in his cage, while Geikie hangs on the outside watching him. Benni is snoozing away. And I get to relax as a result.

Cockys in flight

Yesterday, I drove in Sydney and from there to Canberra. Happy to report that my driving skills on the left side of the road are still intact.

The woman who is boarding Jarah wanted to know if it's OK for Jarah to get up on her furniture. First time that I've been asked that question!

After only a few weeks of training in the car - to stop Jarah from whining in her crate - she doesn't whine anymore! Of course, she now thinks that a car ride is one long treat fest. Maybe that's why she put on a bit of weight lately.... :)

Jarah, the hat model

sporty version

Poor Geikie. She had a traumatic day. Me - new vacuum cleaner. Geikie - happily browsing around on the floor until I turned it on. She tried to fly back to her cage, but given that she's never flown in her life and that she's a bit chubby and certainly has weak, unexercised flight muscles, she didn't make it very far.

Upon landing - after a 2 foot long flight (hey, the Wright brothers didn't go far on their first flight either) - Jarah jumped on her, doing her doggie police routine. Geikie took off again and feathers were flying in the air, even if Geikie wasn't, because Jarah had landed on her tail. Finally, Geikie started running to the safety of her cage. Whew, the big bad vacuum cleaner didn't get her!