Of Little Critters and Hot Chillies

I have to hand it to Nature its wonder of replication.

What do I mean?

Flash back 2011:

This is one of the better photos of Bluey - I will forever remember him this way - the mostly loveable rabbit.

An assortment of chillies I bought from the Pyrmont fresh food market.

Zoom forward 2013:

A female lop - I don't know what to make of her at the moment. 

Two types of chillies from my garden - the pyramid-shaped chilli was grown from seeds of one variety of chillies I bought from the Pyrmont fresh food market in 2011. 

I am most happy about my chilli crop, as showcased above. I have three different types of chilli plants, two of which I grew from seeds. 

More than a year later, Summer awards me with the first signs of flowers, then tiny fruits, then green fruits ripening to brilliant red. 

I have sliced them, eaten them raw, pickled them in vinegar, dried them, added them to soups, stir-fries, salads. 

Mmm mmm mmm, I love my chillies. 

Of Little Critters and Hot Chillies

Little Critter Sick Again

I felt a lump under Bluey's chin. The vet will come tomorrow morning to have a look at him and take him to her surgery. 


Sigh.


Hope for the best. 

Little Critter Sick Again

Good Bye Swea'D 26/03/2010

Good bye girl...

We're sorry we weren't with you...

Thanks for the wonderful 13 years you've had us... it was the wackiest, most exasperating, funniest 13 years... and we wouldn't change one thing...

We will miss you and love you always. You've been the best friend we could ever hope for.

Love always,
The Family.

With a heavy heart I bid you farewell,
I shall always remember you my trusty friend,
When my eyes are swathed in darkness,
And my hearing grows dim,
The memory of you shall be with me until the end...

Good Bye Swea'D 26/03/2010

The Other

Let me introduce you to Bluey...

Whatcha looking at?

The newest addition of tenants to the apartment.

By far the quietest addition.

Not including the creepy-crawleys, that is.

He loves choy sum, bok choy, carrots, and raisins.

Oh boy, he loves his raisins.

I love picnicking with my best mates, too!

When we brought him home about a month ago, he was a quiet little fellow, so cute and cuddly.

Not anymore.

I have a sneaky feeling that his testicles descended.

I'm still quite metrosexual, you know.

These days, he spends his romp time outside his hutch underneath the couch.

His burrow, my sister calls it.

When he's hungry, and there's nothing in the hutch other than hay, he sits and sulks.

Emo-ing, my sister calls it.

Can't you leave me alone?

'Nuff said.

The Other