WINTER WITH MY NEW BEST FRIEND

 

The world of birds with its endless variety of colors, shapes, sizes, sounds and movement has long been a fascination of mine.

Maybe it’s that I’m an earthbound human creature and they can fly so they have freedom and the spirit of adventure on their wings.

They communicate in songs which I can’t understand, songs without words and yet musically enough for me to whistle along. All birds have character and a story they carry up into the clouds.

Small, swift, colorful and continuously screeching and chattering, my winter friend struts around like a pirate bird. He’s a Rainbow Lorikeet.

His head is deep dark blue, his bill bright red. His abdomen is painted violet-blue. The wings back and tail deep green. The chest is red with blue-black edging and splashes of yellow. He is a flying pallete perhaps the slab on which an artist might lay and mix their colours.

The lorikeets are daily visitors to my deck. They travel together in pairs and occasionally in a small group. They are aggressive when feeding on the packet mix I leave out and have become so used to humans they eat from my hand.

When researching parrots I came across this inventive site. POOPSUIT. Yes it’s a bird diaper

I love this little gem of promotional advice on the site which is not even seen on baby nappies.

“The Diaper should not be used unsupervised”

Have a look at the site and witness true Australian ingenuity.  As our Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull says we want a national culture of innovation and I think these people have delivered.

CROOKS STICK RANSOM NOTE ON CHOCOLATE FACTORY COMPUTERS “PUT THE CHOCOLATE IN THE BAG AND NOBODY GETS HURT”

Imagine life without chocolate. Forrest Gump’s mum said life is all about a box of chocolates and now it has been proven to be true

Those pesky Eastern Europeans have now used their ransomware to take control of the Cadbury chocolate factory in Tasmania, Australia.

The company has been forced to shut down their systems after being hit by ransomware. In mid-May 300,000 computers were hit by the virus known as WannaCry ransomware.

This attack appears similar this time taking out servers at Russia’s biggest oil company, disrupting operations at Ukrainian banks and shutting down computers at multinational shipping and advertising firms.

When you’re attacked this is what you see.

“If you see this text then your files are no longer accessible, because they have been encrypted,” the message reads.
“Perhaps you are busy looking for a way to recover your files, but don’t waste your time.”
“Please follow the instructions: 1. Send $300 worth of Bitcoin to following address: 1Mz7153HMuxXTur2Rit78mGSdzaAtNbBWX.
“2. Send your Bitcoin wallet ID and personal installation key to e-mail wowsmith123456@posteo.net.
“If you already purchased your key, please enter it below.”

These ransomware guys are so polite and offer better customer support than most IT companies.

Our Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull has declared cyber security “the new frontier of warfare.” No, Mister Prime Minister, it’s worse than that. When people from the other side of the world shut down the chocolate factory it’s a real Willy Wonka moment.

If you suffer a chocolate factory “cyber-attack” who do you call? I don’t know his name but I know he’s a Chocoholics Anonymous dropout, he never eats more chocolate than he can lift and his mantra is ‘Money talks but Chocolate sings!’ His weapon of choice, chocolate bullets

He is the Souperhero known as Chocolatier. And he’s the one you call.

He recently said “I’m not in it for the money like those ransom criminals ….but simply put..… everyone has a price, mine is chocolate!

His wife confided in me that she liked her men like her chocolate RICH! Well maybe her RICH male friends can take up a collection and free our chocolate forever.

The Chocolatier’s advice.

Before you open any attachment or click on links:

Check the sender’s address; avoid email overseas, e-mail addresses or domain names not known to you. Keep in mind, your friends or associate’s computer might have been infected with a virus and their e-mail may not be safe.
Check the subject; learn to recognise emails with no subject or keywords that are out of place.
Read the email; look for anything unusual.
Beware of any web links request sign-in with your username and password; Before open any web links, check the URL or web address, for example if you get an email from Ticketek, AGL, Australia Post, Commonwealth Bank…etc. But the link or URL indicates it may take you to another website then do not go there nor supply your login details.

Photo AAP

 

EZE YOURSELF INTO A MOMENT IN A FRENCH MEDIEVAL VILLAGE

SEAN B FRASER the Dolls Point Blogger

We leave Villefranche-sur-Mer and continue on to our next stop which is the medieval village of Eze.

As we climb the Moyenne Corniche we have time for one last look at Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat.

We are at the village of Eze and this is what it’s all about. This astonishing medieval village hovers on a rock terrace 429 meters high above the Mediterranean Sea and has a panorama that I imagine you would get from a lofty nest perched high on a precipitous landscape far above the surging waves below. The view leaves me breathless.

Eze is a typical French medieval village made up of narrow lanes and stone buildings which  capture the local heritage and history of centuries ago. It’s like an outdoor museum, it’s so authentic.

For instance the oldest building in Eze is the Chapelle de la Sainte Croix and this dates back to 1306. Life back then was a bit harsh to…

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LONG SKINNY AND GREEN

I live in an apartment, so I don’t think much of grass. It’s just the green background to my busy life but as soon as I visit the countryside strange thoughts consume my mind.

Grasses have a very simple way of life. They just stand there drawing energy from the Sun enjoying a symbiotic relationship with the natural soil environment which teems with bacteria, fungus and earthworms.

I part the grass to see what’s beneath and lay my fingers upon a dusty heart. Thrusting up through the soil are countless blades that break into waves of greenness that spill across the paddocks. I can clearly hear the whisper of grow, grow, grow.

As autumn draws to an end the bureau says a couple of snow-bearing cold fronts are on the cards. As a natural response to protect its crowns from which grass blades grow the grass will become dormant. This death like state turns the grass a sleep-tinted gold which will last until it becomes green again in spring.

PARTLY CLOUDY

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The small fishing boat has pulled away from the shore. Two young women sit on the sand waiting. A dog chases the uncatchable.

It has been a hot and drowsy day, not a day for fishing and not a day for taking a walk along the bay.

The sky is grayer than the water and the tide is far out, as far as possible. The sea birds are aloft heading for their roost on Five Islands Nature Reserve off the Illawarra east coast.

ready-to-launch

A lone gull sits atop a pole waiting to launch into the light blue air.

COUNTRY DRIVEWAY

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The air is sunny and the chill wind of spring-time blows from behind. The traveller arrives at the long rural driveway and he knows he’s at home.

The dark arms of the trees form a circling overhead and the tree-tops meet and greet each other. Flowers and grass spring beneath their feet.Well-worn tracks lead out to the pasture slope and up to the white country home. The horses stand in wait at the pasture fence.

City life dilutes my blood and dulls my thinking but I get relief when I stop to hear the voice of the wind, the livestock and the birds. In the peace my memory stretches back to earlier years.

white-house

 

COUNTRY WALK

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While walking in the country side I came to a pond. It is nowhere near big enough to sail a yacht upon and is probably only five feet wide and twenty feet long.

The trees gloomy and green cast a still shadow and a dragonfly skitters across the water. The frogs call all day long hoping their croak will attract a partner. The black swamp wallaby drinks and grazes where clusters of the small yellow flowers grow.

It might be humble pond but it has a unique charm and when the light penetrates all the way to the bottom you can see the teeming variety of animals and plants. Rarely do they move to another pond as they never have the inclination to escape their world.