My mum was here for a month and that was the best thing ever!!
Coming from a family of 5 siblings, having your mum all to yourself for a month, without specific errands that she needs to run, and without her having service on her regular Israeli mobile phone is a big thing.
Mobile phones work hard in Israel. Much more than they do in Dunedin. Everyone in Israel has Whatsapp (an instant messaging app) installed on their phone – in case they need something urgent from their family, friends or even the dentist! And, every kindergarten, class or social group has a whatsapp group, which allows you to stay in touch with all of them all day long. All night long as well.
When we were very new in Dunedin we were informed that in the case of frost or snow we should listen to the radio to hear if the kindergarten is closed. So, on the first snowy day, we made our best efforts to listen to the radio news at 8:00 AM, but couldn’t understand the slightest bit of the local accent. To be on the safe side, I drove Tamari up (and later down) some very frosty slopes, to arrive at a closed school, and understand that this is a day off.
The next day we told the teachers what had happened and asked how we can know that the school is closed in future such cases. So, they gave us a copy of the kindy’s phone tree.
I think I haven’t seen one of those in use since I was in the scouts in the 1980’s.
Anyway, this is a happy granny and very happy kids upon her arrival.
My mom arrived just as autumn was starting down here
and just as these friendly fellows joined our household
It has been a while that we were thinking of having hens, and I have to admit that this is one of my favourite kind of animals!
In the past, Danny and I used to play a game between us, and with friends, who were bored enough to join in. The game was that we all had to name which animal each of us would be assuming that they would have been, had they been an animal, and later we interpreted the answers. The game later developed to “what kind of a medical doctor would you be, had you studied medicine”, and a more awkward version, played only with close friends – “if you had a psychic disorder, which one do you think you would have had”.
Back to the hens – the whole story started in quite a dramatic way when the 4 adorable, little and friendly Brown Shavers that we received were killed (or to be more explicit about that – had their head chopped off) by a horrible weasel. This experience was quite rough, as the girls and I were just about to introduce the beautiful hens to my mum when we found two of them in this unpleasant condition. We immediately started 3 days of massive investigations (and accusations) with regards to whom is responsible for the massacre – initially blaming each hen that seemed to us as if she is trying to look more innocent than she really is.
The mystery was solved only the last hen was killed, and when Danny spotted some blood just outside a small hole in the coop. We were all devastated, except for Danny, who immediately explain that this is the way that raising animals can be like.
I think he is right, and that in a way, it is also good for children to experience that this happens in nature and that this is all part of what life is about. As sad as it is.
Additionally, we thought that it would set a good example for the kids of what resilience and persistence are about. So we gladly received these beautiful new friends.
The girls were a bit more careful about attaching to them or even choosing names for them. Or, to be more precise, they ask daily if there are still three of them when we open the coop in the morning. But that is totally understandable, and we are ever so happy to have these lovely creatures running around our back yard.
Last, but not least, some photos from my wonderful trip with my mum to the west coast of the southern island of New Zealand. It was a lovely week for the two of us. We got to spend lots of time together, drive 2,200 km, drink heaps of coffee, and see a bit more of how beautiful New Zealand is.
For someone coming from a desert-like country, these amounts of water are overwhelming.
A cute Weka bird
And lots of pebbles on the beach
One of the pebbles that I picked up even had a bit of gold in it, which indicates what the Gold Rush in the south island was all about.
Well, good to know that there is an alternative if the PhD doesn’t work out…
The only really difficult thing about my mum’s visit is when she had to leave because I started missing her the minute she crossed over to the gate leading to her flight. On the way back home I start hating all the airports in the world.