MY FAVORITE ANIMAL SOUND

Besides the various birds which chirp here around before they get caught by cats and  dogs barking sometimes the whole day, which gets on my nerves, I had the charming sound of 4 cats. I point out "had" because sadly 2 of them passed away in the last 2 years. But of course they are not physically here anymore, but still in my heart.

I recognized immediately who was "talking" the biggest cat

called Kim made a soft little meow, hardly to hear like a little kitten, which didn't fit to her body at all.

The other female Pookie was grey and had, what I would call a normal meow as all street cats

The third and still getting on my nerves is little Rosie. She is a very little cat but has a loud voice. Unfortunately when she was out and comes in she announces her arrival with loud meows, even when it is 3 am. She doesn't care if it is day or night, she just has to tell us that she is back ! And I never had asked her to do so !

The worst is Arthur 18 years old but his voice hasn't changed. He still sings operas

but not like a Pavarotti, but rather like I would imagine a cat in a Hitchcock movie, or one who on a graveyard who scares people to dead. He still surprises us and I don't talk aboutthe reaction of our guests. He does this mostly when he wants to eat and as he eats a lot he makes a lot of noise too.

What I also know is of course the moo of a cow, and other farm animals. When we first moved here I hated a rooster who crowed at 4 am and woke up the whole area. One day it stopped so I suppose somebody had complained or he had landed in a cooking pot.

Camels make strange sounds with their tongue, difficult to describe and you better step back if you don't want to get a shower.

There is also the snake whistle or the quack quack of a frog.

The friend's parrot who asked us "are you going to bed ?" when we left doesn't sound like a bird but rather like a human. When he doesn't speak he screams, not a very nice noise.

But the best sound for me I have learned on Internet thanks to YouTube ! An Australian friend talked about a bird called Kookaburrra



who laughed every morning very early in her garden and woke her up ! I had never seen or heard such a bird and now I want one ! waking up with a laughing bird can only bring a lucky day !





Linking to Linda G. Hill SOCS - Animal Sound

FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

As usual we played Scrabble on Monday, this time it was my turn. The girls also play online and have become quite strong in gathering points. I have no time for that, or I don't want to have time, I prefer also to chat and not only to think what word I should put to get the most numbers. Of course I lost, but that isn't a drama for me I am not at all a gambler

The wind had calmed down but it was still raining a bit and not really a weather to go out, so I decided to make a real lazy day without doing nothing but my blog, watching a movie and cleaning up the mess Ol'cat Arthur had made, his last invention is to take out the food of his bowl and use the whole kitchen to eat. Maybe not the whole kitchen but all around its bowl.

I don't know if I suffer from spring lethargy but I really have no energy for nothing ! Our friend who takes care of selling our house called early morning, I was still half asleep and wished the person to hell who called in such early hours, but it was him to ask if he could come and take pictures of the house outside because oh miracle, the sun was shining. I just managed to get dressed when he arrived and took the photos.

When I saw them later, our house looked so nice that I almost wanted to buy it ! He has a special camera with a large angle so that you can easily take a picture also of a small place.

Nicole, Myriam and I felt like prisoners in our houses and thought it is better to be bored together then each of us sitting alone at home. Impossible to go outside if you didn't want to catch a cold. We decided to meet at Myriam's had a nice chat afternoon together and then returned home.

In the night of Wednesday/Thursday a 43 years old German shot 10 people in two Bars in Hanau, drove home shot his mother and then himself. Normalement I wouldn't care, because unfortunately it happens now too often everywhere, but this little German town in which it happened is just 10 km far from where my Grandparents lived, where I spent my childhood and I know it very well.

In my painting class I picked up my pouring picture I had done the week before and it iS dry by now



It's a long and not very large painting the grey underneath is the color of the table. I made another one but as I wasn't very much inspired, I just put a few colors together poured it over the canvas and next week I will see what will come out. That's always the best moment, the surprise !

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