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House of Pigs
Guinea Pigs love to be loved. They seem to enjoy both the inside glamour of a roomy cage with an igloo placed just so for spying, or the grassy freedom of an outdoor hutch. I hugely enjoy having Pinny...
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A Flaming Start to Fishing
He lurked and floated gracefully in a tiny tank on a $20 table. Flame Boy was a beautiful Christmas present to a Hedge Monkey boy. I had been enchanted by Siamese Fighting Fish since I started at Pets...
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A little bit Camp
What could be better than being woken early in the morning by the sun streaming into a steamy tent? The sound of native birds chirping, serenading, or in Australia, screeching their joy at a new day?...
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Gnashy teeth and flailing claws
“It isn’t natural“ “They need to be outside, playing in the grass, catching birds and hunting mice” “They’ll get bored and ruin your house” The choice to have cats that predominantly reside indoors is...
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Said the Bunny “Travelling is…”
Travelling is noticing the moon is upside down in a crazily mixed up, starry sky. Landscapes made up of unrecognisable trees and plants. Fauna that still make an interesting shadow against a different...
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Let’s Spend the Night Together
Can a small chittering Cavy live with a Rabbit happily? Firstly, the new abode. Your indoor cage or hutch needs to be large enough for both animals to have their own territory, a space alone as well as...
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Natures beauty stretched like guts…
Neatly, quietly like a wayward partner returning home in the wee hours, she snicks the front gate. Firmly. Down a slanted, potholed street, the Fangy Bunny scuffs through drifts of Saturday night...
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Doors, Drawers and Heartfelt things
She is warm, snug, enveloped in proverbial blankets. Smile large and beaming. Eyes open to new scenery sighted through familiar sparkling windows. A girl lusting life, sating pleasure, her emotions...
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Where the Birds Aren’t
A magpie warbles longingly on a power line. Silhouette cutting a sharp shape against a salmon watercolour sunrise sky. I sit, fumbling fingers grasping errant shoelaces. Double knot tight. Prickles...
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a summer tasting
pohutakawa trees with deep red blooms sticky and ripe for native birds. tobacco filtered sky meets sepia tinged grass in an unbroken horizon. swelling scent of summer flowers heady perfume for the...
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