Mum and Dad are puzzled as to my pedigree. One of my birth parents was obviously of kelpie stock but the other half is a mystery - especially as I have developed these real cool stripes across my back legs. It is being rumoured that there may be some okapi antelope somewhere in my ancestory as I do leap and grab at bits of bush as I fly past . What do you reckon ?
I have found some interesting fleshy plants in the paddock but the parents try to keep me away from them. I did manage to get my nose to one but it must be related to the grey furry thing as it too has sharp bits and it attacked me. Might leave it alone after all.
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Smokey and me helping Mum paint her latest work of art . Smokey is guarding her case of painting gear. He belts Mum up when she tries to get anything out , which is very naughty .
The big grey furry thing (aka Smokey Bear) and I are good mates now. I found out that he was very sad when his best kelpie friend "Danny" went to doggy heaven not long ago and that he spent the last 2 months of Danny's life watching over him , always at his side and would pat him gently if he thought that he was feeling worse. So I reckon that "Smokes" will be a good friend to have - even though he still gives me a clout if I am being a bit silly. His fluffy tail is Oh so tempting !
I saw something really strange the other morning on my walk. I was watching a big fat "Hoppy 'roo" when all of a sudden a real little one just popped out of it and started hopping around and falling over its own feet . Like magic it was and I nearly jumped out of my skin ! Mum said something about "Russian dolls" - no idea what she was talking about but I think she was having a go at me - No way could you fit a Russian in that 'roo ! I reckon it had something to do with birds and bees but the parents say I'm too young to know about those things and I don't need to know anyway. Hmmmmm !!!!
My bird studies are going well. There is one bird that teases me by flying low over my head when we go for walks. They tell me it is called a fantail . I told them "I'll fan its tail for it if it does that one more time ! " I like to help Dad feed the wild birds every morning, especially when he has mince for the meat eaters. I'm a meat eater so I feel duty bound to test it out for them. I also like to scare the finches off the seed tray as that scatters the seed on the ground and I can then test that as well. I am just so considerate. I actually think that bird seed is the secret to successful flying. Dad used to jump off the tank stand flapping a sheet when he was little but he never had much success. he should have eaten bird seed I reckon, I'm already jumping higher. Dad says one of our regular birds is called "Maggie". Stupid name for a boy bird but I don't like to embarass it so I say nothing. "Maggie" keeps walking into the kitchen so I have to round him up every day.
I am growing so fast and my earsies are going a bit wild. We are wondering if my right ear will catch up with the left.
'bye for now. Back with new adventures soon
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