- Catherine Irwin
- Perth, WA, Australia
- Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
To Circus, To Circus ...
The twins have decided to join the circus.
Twin number two is the circus act and does all the hi-jinks and the footwork as well as works the crowd, being the extra-vert, sociable little button that she is.
She has also cultivated another unique skill by being able to communicate with twin number one, aka, fatty, gentle, laid-back twin, with sounds resembling a crow on a dry desert plain. These calls are loud and harsh and unrelenting when twin number one is not in her view.
Poor number one must feel like she is being hunted. She shuffles about on her belly as quietly as possible, lest number two should spot her and make a bee-line for her attention and affections.
Fortunately, number one has found a hidey-place, one of solitude and refuge and above all away from her circus-performing sibling. It is in the kid's play circus tent and I have seen her secretly and subtlety slipping through the flaps, glancing furtively behind her to make sure she hasn't been seen, then in she goes to steal a few moments of 'me-time'.
I think though, after a while, number one feels guilty, as a far-off sound can be heard from within the tent walls, sounding very much like a crow, in answer to her sister's frantic squawks for location details. And of course, as soon as number two hears her beloved other it is like a homing device and number one's tranquility and alone time is no more.
I know how number one twin feels, as some days, I too, can be found hiding in the tent. I, on the other hand, don't succumb to the calls of the wild (my precious brood) and attempt to hide in there as long as I possibly can.