do what the Dullstroomers do…..Now whilst I am no expert, in fact that’s an understatement, I am USELESS at birdwatching. Look up there. Over T-H-E-R-E ….. mmm where ? I must say I do love capturing them on “film” as they are really beautiful and not that easy to get a good shot of a moving target! ( that’s over T-H-E-RE)
Bird watching is a favorite pastime in this little town , and with these birds I am not surprised.
Local Hunting dog
A cape Eagle owl
A jackal buzzard
Hi everyone
So ? Did the EASTER bunny visit your back garden this year? We just got back from a weekend away and whilst he visited us late last night
( after a few jagermeisters it was fun ok) with luminous plastic easter eggs filled with jelly beans…. chocolate would have been so much nicer.
Anyway Leigh-Anne and I tried our hand at making these
they were very yummy. But we decided that buying them was soooo much less work and money 
And I thought these were pretty nice too !
enjoy the rest of your day ….. {hopping off..}
My DS ( as in dear son) made me keep quiet until the 12 week mark. This has now passed and I can spill the beans.
So …. even though I am FAR too young to be a granny I am dying for this soul to arrive and make me a doting granny – brag book and all. I think this MAY be the most photographed baby in the world… other than that… I am sure he is going to be gifted, gorgeous and very quiet. No…we don’t know the sex yet.
What fun – oh i need to sleep now. I am, after all, a granny.
I thought I would wait a full month before I posted……. Is that a good excuse ? Are you buying into it ? Nah I didn’t think so.
I have a few valid excuses though AND a few shoots that have kept me away from blog land. Another BIG reason is that I am renovating my office/studio. It is REALLY exciting but all my stuff is all in boxes.
These boxes are covered in plastic. This plastic is covered – inch by inch – in builders dust and cement. I cannot believe that an electrician can create that much havoc. We await the plasterer who will turn that dust into gooey cement. Then comes the “Hit design team”. They are responsible for all the nice parts of this make over.
I am just glad my furniture hasn’t arrived else that too, would be covered in grey dust/mud.
So to just make me breathe calmly as I type at an angle on a box (:) ) I will think of a few weeks time when I go WOW ! is this really mine ?
Because after all – what comes after 2 days of rain ????? Monday .
Have a great week.
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if you like to smile ( that’s why you come here isn’t it ?) . oh well go and have a look there but don’t forget to come back and see me too !http://www.whattheduck.com/
yippeee this is my 100th post. So in honour of this I decided to change things up a bit. I am going to share a few images of my client shoots with you as many of you have been asking me to.
So if you’re happy shout YAY ! So here we are a few to whet the appetite.
As visitor no.3’s fame and glory happens I seem to get busier and busier Man it’s quite tough to be a very cute dogs agent.
and even if you’re not….. please watch this. It will change your frame of mind.
Hello there
So I went to the DR. I was with him for all of 5 MINS. he took my history. I swear he could have a machine asking the questions. Any diabetes ? any cancer ? any toilet problems ? libido ? etc etc he wrote funny . He started off on the right hand side of the page and wrote till the bottom then started on the left . weird huh. Blood pressure check – ok – perfect in fact 120 over 80. That’s PERFECT !
Thanks now go to the nurse.
Nurse says could you possibly give me a sample of urine. Could I ? Man at the best of times – even when I JUST get off the loo I could give you a sample. If you wanna bucket, now’s the time She takes me to the loo. gotta leave the kidney shaped bowl on top of the closed lid. Done.
Off to another room. Take out your lenses. A glaucoma test – huh ? do my eyes influence my ass ? No problem. No I don’t need a mirror. I have been doing this for 27 years. At night . In the dark. No mirror required. Poof – a silly little blow of an instrument in my eye. Can’t tell you how big the instrument was, or what colour it was. I.m blind remember.
So – here we go. The real test is about to begin. A stress ECG. yay – and noone bothered to tell me. No-one mentioned that they were about to put me to the test. That they were about to strap me to a machine and ask my poor heart to get to its MAXIMUM heart rate to see how I do. No-one said – don’t go to gym an hour before and do a heavy hour session cos they gonna push you till your heart is pounding faster than it should ! Never the less. I cooperate. I ‘m gonna show this nurse that I am a winner. That I may be fat , but i am fit . Yes , fit and fat ! So 158 is the target. 158 beats a minute. That is 2.66 beats a second. I can get there, but its gonna take a while. I know cos I go to gym everyday and i know my maximum heart rate is about 140 to 150. After that I think I Would die But height and age says I gotta get to 158.
So she starts. Off slowly. Explaining to me about the treadmill like I never stood on one before. Let alone that I, in the preceeding hour, had already pushed the little blood pump.
“Geez, you’re gonna make me sweat ” she muttered. No, lady I am sweating. In the outfit I have to go and see a client in in about 30 minutes. 5 Mins. By now the gradient is on 14. It’s more like rock climbing than treading. 130. It’s still quite a few beats from 158. Come on heart – give a little here. She speeds it up. “Let’s see how that goes” she almost smirks. I start to run. That’ll work . 150. 152. 150. 153. 153.152. 154.152.156.152.154.155.156. “ok that’s great”
Guess I had reached my time limit on the treadmill. Next client please !
Off to the bone density room. Wishing i had deodorant in my bag. As I walk behind her, the sweat is making the saying ” today was a waste of make-up” a reality.
I sit. Quietly whilst she spreads what can ONLY be described as KY jelly all over my ankles. “mmmm” “Now, let’s see if what I suspect is true “
” Is that a good expectation or bad ?” I mutter.
“well, I think you will top the scales here”
OK Mrs Nurse. Is that a good thing or a bad thing ?
Topping the scales is normally a bad thing. I do that, that’s why I am here.
click, click, and double click on the mouse and vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr up comes a scale.
“As I expected” she triumphantly pats herself on the back.
“142%”
So, Mrs Nurse. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
“Very, very good” “You are so strong I can’t imagine you ever breaking anything” ( Does breaking your toe a zillion times not count then ?)
So there we go. Check up time over.
of a sweet little guy and his mommy and daddy at this time. Little Cameron came out of a stent surgery well. He is in ICU – all 3.2kgs of him. And will be there for a few days. I am glad that ALL our good thoughts have been well used and this family are on into the next stage of this time.
So – I thought i would share some sweet pics of him !
Here is is … the littlest man that is occupying my thoughts right now.
