Right...well, I've been downright lazy about blogging over the last week. I have been working, but I've had lots of visitors and I also found a couple of good books I couldn't put down. Today, I've decided to cast my slothful habits off (well for a little while, anyway), visit you all and post a short catch up.

I've just had the magpies squabbling at the door. The concubine is still around...I don't think she's found a mate and the other male and female pick on her all the time. They won't let her feed while they are there...which she was just before, that's why there was a row. Poor thing. She has about 2 mm broken off her lower beak and the top part is curving down slightly. It doesn't stop her picking up the cat biscuits though, but because she's different, she gets a hard time from the other two. I should be seeing their babies soon...they're eating so much that they're obviously feeding young ones.

Talking of babies, my daughter's Indian ring necks have two babies. They're two weeks old and just starting to get feathers.

Mating is going on all around the place. The raucous channel billed cuckoos have obviously got mates because they've quietened down quite a lot. However, the koels have taken their place and thank goodness, their mating call is far more melodic. I love mimicking them...they get quite frantic, thinking I'm another koel. I get a real kick out of it...the birds probably don't though, but they do make me laugh.

I haven't heard yet whether Gabbie has got through phase one of the State trials for netball. She should get a letter very soon, she's probably on tenterhooks waiting.

We have Stacey's (my eldest granddaughter) 18th birthday on Saturday night...just a family do. She spent her actual birthday at Dreamworld on the Gold Coast with a group of friends and had a really nice day. She didn't want a party where everyone drank too much and become totally stupid, so she chose to do that instead and have a family get together this Saturday. It will probably be a barbecue with family and close friends.

Next month is Gabbie's 16th birthday and her mother is not very impressed. She asked Gabbie ages ago if she wanted a birthday party and Gabbie said she didn't. However, she changed her mind last week...she now wants a party. I know one thing...I'm so glad I'm past all that crap.

Okay, I've burbled on long enough about nothing. I shall try and find something interesting to tell you about next time.