Life in "Paula World"

On the positive side, I managed to get out a couple of times (nights) this week: Drum 'n' Brass (Wednesday) and Open Mic at Central Studios (yesterday).  :-)


Sadly, lost Stuart (zebra finch) on Wednesday.  :-(


Still struggling with my tummy, and associated symptoms are particularly not good today.  Do also keep sinking back into depression, whenever I stop and think about things too much - often feel very emotional.


Anyway, I set up a Tiffany blog!  See: www.paulatiffblog.blogspot.com.  I was supposed to be putting up two more videos, but posted them on this blog by a mistake.  I subsequently deleted them, as I don't want to put too many of my You Tube clips on here.  That is the whole point of the Debbie Gibson and Tiffany blogs, after all.  I don't think that I've got the energy to search for the same two videos again.  I prefer to do it in a more spontaneous way, anyway.  Still, did put up a selection of clips earlier - so check those out if you so wish, and I shall add more soon enough.


So tired.  And simply don't feel that well generally.  I just want to get a couple of household tasks done, and hopefully have an early night.  Whenever I say that, I don't end up doing it, however...Well, see how it goes...???

On a different subject...

Just feeling that I need to distract myself about my feathered baby...Anyway, I changed the template for my Tripod poetry site again.  I have had to adjust some features of the standard layout to match the new template, but I like it.  But I'm not sure if people will find the location of the menu on the new design confusing.  I think that it works well, at least in comparison to many of the other templates, which all have definite pros and cons.  See: http://paulapuddephatt.tripod.com/poetry.  I have also been updating: www.paulapoems.blogspot.com. 

Love and blessings to you all! xxx

Finch

All six finches are around.  Gordon seems to be going to the ground more than average, but tended to be a little like that anyway - not sure if there is an injury to his foot.  I did put seed and a millet spray on the floor for him, in case he had trouble accessing food supplies.

Keep hoping/praying. xxx

It's coming back to me now...

Gordon had a slight balance problem already.  He has had it for a few years.  Anyway, can't see them all now, but some are in nests.  But I think that Gordon was on a perch, and struggling to balance but managing. 

Little birds are such a worry.  Often the stress is the hardest part for them to deal with.  That leads to heart attacks.  Not sure that people are that different really, when I think about it.  A little finch is so vulnerable, though.

So relieved!

I could only see five finches.  I began to feel around on the bottom of the cage, in the corner etc, for the little fella, fearing the worst, but came up with nothing.  Then a finch emerged from a nest, and there were six of them, all in a row.  (I don't actually think that the missing one was necessarily even the injured bird.  Most of them look very similar, and I was just in such a panic because I could only see five.)

I thought about the goddess Rhiannon just before checking on the finches, because I remembered that we can ask for Divine help when we feel that we are alone in this world.  Please pray for my little finch and send out positive healing energy.  I know that you guys have all different spiritual and religious views, but it doesn't matter, as all of our prayers are heard.  I believe that.

I will post updates on Gordon via this blog.

Crisis!

I am on my own here and I have just had to rescue a zebra finch - seems to be Gordon - from a nest.  His foot was caught and he couldn't get out of the fix by himself.  It was so scary, and I am so bad at dealing with these things, as I am dyspraxic and I also panic, but I had to deal with it.  I managed to get him out alive, and he was on the floor at first, but soon began to fly up.  But he can't stay on a perch now, and I am scared that I have hurt his foot.  I had to take the whole little nest out with the finch in it.  I am in shock, and trying to leave the bird alone, as stress makes them worse.  I don't want to catch him to look at his foot in case I make it worse, but I am terrified that he will die and it will all be my fault.  He isn't a young finch; none of them are.  Poor baby.

I haven't got anyone to turn to.  I was looking through the diary for the phone number of the friends who Colin was visiting, but he is also going to Asda, so might not even be there.  But the numbers are all written in such a muddle and the words were blurring before my eyes.  I don't know what to do, but I couldn't not tell anyone, and yet have no-one specific who I feel that I can "bother".