tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394919432987273072024-03-13T05:59:51.613-05:00The Redfoot tortoise gang in AlabamaRedfoot tortoises - Geochelone carbonaria ***
The daily life of my shelled familyGabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-27692259486110010742010-02-10T15:34:00.002-06:002010-02-10T16:23:03.582-06:00The diva Cocoa chose her new spotA couple of days ago Cocoa was showing up in my office again. Like the last time right before she's ready to lay eggs, she gets extremely restless and needs to walk around a lot to exercise her muscles, obviously. She once again managed to climb out of her pen (if I only could see how she's doing it) and walked for hours around in the house. I am always afraid, she would have an accident on the carpet, but she behaved very well and didn't soil my floor.<br />
After 4 hours she walked back into the tortoise room, how she's always finding back, gives me something to wonder, and scratched with her legs on the outside of the pen, so I could hear her and put her back. I'm pretty much aware of the fact that I have a very intelligent tortoise here, basically a one in a million. This girl is acting like a human being, she knows exactly what she has to do to get help, when and how to ask for it.<br />
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The next day nothing happend and she did only try to climb over to Daisy's pen that is right beside hers. Not sure, what she wanted there, because I made a huge pile of soil for her in her pen, that she can use to dig an easy hole for her eggs. But she ignored it and didn't give up trying all day long to climb into Daisyboy's pen. Today she managed it and what do I see now? She is digging her hole in Daisy's pen, where there is only mulch, no soil and not even piled up. Who understands the mind of this tortoise woman? This will be a royal PITA for her to dig a hole deep enough in this mulch.<br />
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Geez, like always, when I want to make a picture, my batteries die.....Charging right now, pics will follow. I hope she doesn't abandon this hole, I want it to be over now. She is keeping me from work all day long when she wants to lay eggs, because I am probably more nervous than she is herself and always fear she may become eggbound.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And here is the pile of soil in her own pen that I had prepared for her.</div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-3139023379399123832010-01-01T08:34:00.000-06:002010-01-01T08:34:54.846-06:00Last thing Cocoa did in 2009After Cocoa had walked for several hours around in the house, (God thanks she had made her business just before she climbed out of her pen) she obviously decided to go back into her pen and walked straight to her home. She stood in front of the pen and looked up to me to tell me, that I need to lift her up and help her go back in. Ok, we don't need any words, the understanding between us has developed to an unspoken act of gestures and body language, so I know exactly what my girl wants.<br />
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I lifted her up and she started immediately to dig a hole. Oh my, I almost knew it, that's why she became so restless today and needed a big walk. It took her several hours to complete the job of laying 3 eggs and covering up the nest and right around midnight she went to sleep.<br />
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She seems to like that game and is repeating it over and over again. Who would have thought those USPS boxes could entertain my big girl so much :)Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-28586418357651942622009-09-29T14:52:00.006-05:002009-09-29T15:13:13.403-05:00The gang moved indoors last nightUnfortunately the summer nights seem to be over. the temperatures dropped into the mid 50s, which means, I had to bring the torts in the house. The last days I made several trips to home depot to buy Cypress mulch for the indoor pens. Each pond is now filled with 8 cubic mulch, but I think, it's not leveled enough and I need to buy one more bag for each pen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmOvX4z0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/LMcaPDmfEdo/s1600-h/Picture+17764.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmOvX4z0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/LMcaPDmfEdo/s400/Picture+17764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386980507709394754" border="0" /></a>Georgy's pen: Like every year, when they change quarters, it takes some time for them to acclimate, and the first thing they do is pooping because they don't like changes. So I stood there with the paper towels in my hand and removed for one hour everything they left behind, until they finally must have been completely empty. I did not get a chance yet, to plant some plants in the pens, because honestly I didn't expect to get them in so early this year. Even during the day today, I couldn't bring them out again, because it's only around 70 and at this temperature they already don't move any more. How I would wish to live in a warmer climate!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJm7VTgr2I/AAAAAAAAAus/OnjoHo_6VC4/s1600-h/Picture+17770.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJm7VTgr2I/AAAAAAAAAus/OnjoHo_6VC4/s400/Picture+17770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386981273805827938" border="0" /></a>Daisyboy warming up under the UVB lamp, because the last night they spent outside was only around 60, so they already shut completely down.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmq3kafbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/essV8aJsvEI/s1600-h/Picture+17768.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmq3kafbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/essV8aJsvEI/s400/Picture+17768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386980990945754546" border="0" /></a>On the left is Cocoa's pen, she pooped in pieces and dragged it around, it wasn't very nice to deal with, but after 6 years I got kinda used to it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmi_oJu_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/cgGu8m2TDWc/s1600-h/Picture+17767.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmi_oJu_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/cgGu8m2TDWc/s400/Picture+17767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386980855669963762" border="0" /></a>Here is Daisyboy not sure yet, if he wants to sleep in the plastic bin hide. It sure is a change from the big yard into those small pens. But next week the tempertures go up again and I hope to have them outdoors for at least during day time.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmXLBuBcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/k32wjrr67X8/s1600-h/Picture+17765.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmXLBuBcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/k32wjrr67X8/s400/Picture+17765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386980652571559362" border="0" /></a>Cocoa again, also warming up under the lamp.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmybOczgI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ngUEGo73hss/s1600-h/Picture+17769.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SsJmybOczgI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ngUEGo73hss/s400/Picture+17769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386981120776392194" border="0" /></a>After they all 3 had a warm bath in the bathtub this morning, they got their food and everyone got some scratches and neck strokes. Cocoa is enjoying them very much like always and doesn't want me to stop. I know the picture is awful blurry, but you can at least see how she loves my attention.<br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-7509169417887576572009-09-13T07:40:00.009-05:002009-09-13T07:46:35.024-05:00Kiwi, Lily and Cookie are doing fineYesterday I got an email from the second adopters with several pics of Kiwi, Lily and Cookie. It was a happy day for me to finally see them again. They have been growing a lot. So now I am sure, all my babies are well taken care of - what a relief!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzpLlLfYfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/s2Moypr5GP0/s1600-h/IMG_2584.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzpLlLfYfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/s2Moypr5GP0/s400/IMG_2584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932039969038834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzpFsnCfUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/zRkJvACeWxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzpFsnCfUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/zRkJvACeWxQ/s400/IMG_2583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931938884418882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzpAQK1RZI/AAAAAAAAAts/NseCBG9ZQ7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2582.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzpAQK1RZI/AAAAAAAAAts/NseCBG9ZQ7Y/s400/IMG_2582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931845350573458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sqzo66DYWxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/o8yeNYz_1oQ/s1600-h/IMG_2581.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sqzo66DYWxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/o8yeNYz_1oQ/s400/IMG_2581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931753514392338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sqzo3GqVwnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LMoQyF1Cn7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2580.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sqzo3GqVwnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LMoQyF1Cn7Q/s400/IMG_2580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931688179548786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzozL86H_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/YaKgnjvZl2w/s1600-h/IMG_2579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzozL86H_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/YaKgnjvZl2w/s400/IMG_2579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931620880130034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzovKSU74I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Xb5cVyt1DEM/s1600-h/IMG_2578.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SqzovKSU74I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Xb5cVyt1DEM/s400/IMG_2578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931551713619842" border="0" /></a>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-74154234467410638152009-08-31T15:46:00.002-05:002009-08-31T15:53:29.030-05:00I am so happyThis morning, when I looked at Brandy's <a href="http://ameliagrace1997.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html">blog</a>, my heart danced. The last 3 babies are doing extremely well. I couldn't be happier to see them fighting for food and I think they grew already a lot since they left me.<br /><br />Only a few days ago we were worried so much about their health and if they would make it, but God thanks, it wasn't anything serious and we worried for nothing.<br /><br />Sometimes I still daydream about all my babies and how it was when I held them on my hands, when I helped them hatching, when I worried about their poop, their appetite and other things.<br /><br />It is so good to see them happy. I rather don't want to talk about the second adoption. I am sure, the first 2 babies that went to Kathy are well too, she is a very good Mom, just a bit behind in making pictures.<br /><br />Thank you Brandy to give the 3 little guys such a good home. I know how much you love them already. Who wouldn't?Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-83557037804170619522009-08-24T09:21:00.004-05:002009-08-24T09:32:56.209-05:00It was coolish last nightThe temps dropped below 57 degrees last night, and I am thinking about getting the indoor pens ready this week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SpKio1X-97I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eX1daR9Xy4E/s1600-h/Picture+17761.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SpKio1X-97I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eX1daR9Xy4E/s400/Picture+17761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373536127812564914" border="0" /></a>9:30 and it's still only 65 degrees, and I found Daisyboy beside the ornamental grass plant, slowly warming up in the sun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SpKjBntLD8I/AAAAAAAAAtE/epGqiF42oNU/s1600-h/Picture+17762.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SpKjBntLD8I/AAAAAAAAAtE/epGqiF42oNU/s400/Picture+17762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373536553640071106" border="0" /></a>Georgy and Cocoa (right behind him and not to see on the pic) sitting between the Cannas in the deep shade. Georgy will soon come out to walk in the sun, but Cocoa tends to not move at all when it's cold. She didn't move one inch yesterday.<br /><br />The food I put out for them also was untouched, but I watched them and saw how they ate leaves from different plants in the yard.<br /><br />I will give Cocoa a warm bath today, so she warms up and has some reason to walk around. She's getting a little lazy lately, but that may be because she has bunches of eggs growing inside of her. She ate almost a half small cuttlebone yesterday, which indicates, that she needs calcium for the developing eggs.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-48424704437650995042009-08-19T10:32:00.001-05:002009-08-19T10:35:30.995-05:00Sea turtles hatching in AlabamaI just got this video from a friend and thought I'd share it here, even though it has little to do with Redfoot tortoises.<br /><br />Enjoy<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/posted.php?id=85442653844">See turtles hatching on the gulf shore</a>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-65974827208591153682009-08-18T17:14:00.007-05:002009-08-18T17:24:54.898-05:00Who announced the banana event?Georgy was full and gone and of course it didn't take too long until Cocoa showed up.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Did I hear Banana, Mom?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosoQsBw_RI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_KqxO1vbr0U/s1600-h/Picture+17751.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosoQsBw_RI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_KqxO1vbr0U/s400/Picture+17751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371431247731031314" border="0" /></a>Mmmm, yummy...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosof4jpMJI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Thn1zF67Rao/s1600-h/Picture+17753.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosof4jpMJI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Thn1zF67Rao/s400/Picture+17753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371431508792389778" border="0" /></a>Yeah, that is a feast!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosovIAgCOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/saH6rJ5BxiI/s1600-h/Picture+17754.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosovIAgCOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/saH6rJ5BxiI/s400/Picture+17754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371431770637994210" border="0" /></a>I'm alone in this world with only a banana.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SospIwC317I/AAAAAAAAAsc/bQMDlNLFgOA/s1600-h/Picture+17755.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SospIwC317I/AAAAAAAAAsc/bQMDlNLFgOA/s400/Picture+17755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371432210882090930" border="0" /></a>Let me get myself comfy so I can enjoy it better<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SospXhkOzcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3cyIMcqQzK0/s1600-h/Picture+17756.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SospXhkOzcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3cyIMcqQzK0/s400/Picture+17756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371432464693513666" border="0" /></a>Stretching my neck while eating banana makes me feel so goooooooood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SospwEs1wWI/AAAAAAAAAss/_6phsrxLUcA/s1600-h/Picture+17759.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SospwEs1wWI/AAAAAAAAAss/_6phsrxLUcA/s400/Picture+17759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371432886441722210" border="0" /></a>*Burp* I am a tiger<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosqBQoJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAs0/cfBGfJa_dRU/s1600-h/Picture+17760.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosqBQoJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAs0/cfBGfJa_dRU/s400/Picture+17760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371433181701075378" border="0" /></a>Wanna lick it a bit before eating all.<br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-61535984991116752232009-08-18T16:43:00.009-05:002009-08-18T16:57:16.940-05:00The Banana news have spreadAs soon as Daisy was done with his Banana, he left the patio and a few minutes later Georgy showed up, looking at me, saying "where is MY Banana?<br /><br />Ok, Georgy, here it is.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosg4BRxk0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/U5X9gpeOhFI/s1600-h/Picture+17738.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosg4BRxk0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/U5X9gpeOhFI/s400/Picture+17738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371423127357199170" border="0" /></a>Mmmm that thing is big, but I can do it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoshMOpFBBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/l_RBuAe1Y14/s1600-h/Picture+17739.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoshMOpFBBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/l_RBuAe1Y14/s400/Picture+17739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371423474541986834" border="0" /></a>I start at one end and eat through to the other one<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoshgCk-pBI/AAAAAAAAArE/PVsfR6lPBlU/s1600-h/Picture+17740.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoshgCk-pBI/AAAAAAAAArE/PVsfR6lPBlU/s400/Picture+17740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371423814900950034" border="0" /></a>Can't get my mouth full enough<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoshzTELlHI/AAAAAAAAArM/W1VQZujs3x4/s1600-h/Picture+17742.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoshzTELlHI/AAAAAAAAArM/W1VQZujs3x4/s400/Picture+17742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371424145744303218" border="0" /></a>I don't have time for breathing right now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosiC7NhMhI/AAAAAAAAArU/G5rvsoAdR88/s1600-h/Picture+17741.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosiC7NhMhI/AAAAAAAAArU/G5rvsoAdR88/s400/Picture+17741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371424414218924562" border="0" /></a>But a good burp is a must<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosiRld9gaI/AAAAAAAAArc/I0A952GyTrw/s1600-h/Picture+17744.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosiRld9gaI/AAAAAAAAArc/I0A952GyTrw/s400/Picture+17744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371424666080346530" border="0" /></a>Let's see how we can get this done without suffocating<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosiwAgk8oI/AAAAAAAAArk/W1lrjz2erdg/s1600-h/Picture+17746.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosiwAgk8oI/AAAAAAAAArk/W1lrjz2erdg/s400/Picture+17746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371425188735152770" border="0" /></a>Mom says, I have no manners - but who cares????<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosjBVIl6CI/AAAAAAAAArs/IbMmn9osqhQ/s1600-h/Picture+17747.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosjBVIl6CI/AAAAAAAAArs/IbMmn9osqhQ/s400/Picture+17747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371425486329473058" border="0" /></a>*Burp* iI'm busy Mom, don't bother me now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosjZLilZqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NeGG7JW9P_Y/s1600-h/Picture+17748.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosjZLilZqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NeGG7JW9P_Y/s400/Picture+17748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371425896070997666" border="0" /></a>I could get addicted....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosjmEkFSyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KtGq_qTqBUU/s1600-h/Picture+17749.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosjmEkFSyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KtGq_qTqBUU/s400/Picture+17749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371426117536533282" border="0" /></a>Ok Mom, here ya got a photo face<br /><br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-43904351093324683492009-08-18T16:18:00.010-05:002009-08-18T16:36:35.387-05:00Daisyboy wallows in the Banana voluptuousness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosbBxBm4iI/AAAAAAAAApk/6KLTseV9bHc/s1600-h/Picture+17728.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosbBxBm4iI/AAAAAAAAApk/6KLTseV9bHc/s400/Picture+17728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371416697723347490" border="0" /></a>Daisyboy climbed up the first step to my office (obviously didn't see me sitting on the patio) in the hope to get a afternoon treat. I thought it's time to get him a banana, knowing how much they all love bananas. I don't feed them very often, because Banana binds the calcium intake and isn't meant to be a daily food source, but once every 2 months I can spoil them with it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">See how Daisy gets crazy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosbVIH0klI/AAAAAAAAAps/K8POBoAOZj8/s1600-h/Picture+17729.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosbVIH0klI/AAAAAAAAAps/K8POBoAOZj8/s400/Picture+17729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371417030340940370" border="0" /></a>Woah, it must be a good day, a banana just showed up here, right in front of me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoscDTWu6RI/AAAAAAAAAp0/C47WVpxe6TU/s1600-h/Picture+17730.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoscDTWu6RI/AAAAAAAAAp0/C47WVpxe6TU/s400/Picture+17730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371417823630256402" border="0" /></a>Yeah, that is what I call tasty<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoscV6oV3lI/AAAAAAAAAp8/M3FmBh2Yx2c/s1600-h/Picture+17731.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoscV6oV3lI/AAAAAAAAAp8/M3FmBh2Yx2c/s400/Picture+17731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371418143410740818" border="0" /></a>*burp* Man am I glad there is no competition here right now<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoscvLKAL9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/AIr6PXQFPts/s1600-h/Picture+17732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoscvLKAL9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/AIr6PXQFPts/s400/Picture+17732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371418577343623122" border="0" /></a>If I only had a bigger mouth<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosdNQl2RDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qxW-IW5z0zM/s1600-h/Picture+17733.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SosdNQl2RDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qxW-IW5z0zM/s400/Picture+17733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371419094198666290" border="0" /></a>*burp, burp* need to get that thing down, before somebody takes it away<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosd9HEatwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/0ml4-iUchIk/s1600-h/Picture+17735.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosd9HEatwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/0ml4-iUchIk/s400/Picture+17735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371419916276250370" border="0" /></a>Do I look greedy? Nah!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoseNrrPedI/AAAAAAAAAqs/6nF-gx3ugxY/s1600-h/Picture+17736.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoseNrrPedI/AAAAAAAAAqs/6nF-gx3ugxY/s400/Picture+17736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371420200980675026" border="0" /></a>*burp* Mmmm, that is Banana heaven!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosdv7u-gLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2ahvkwxY7mM/s1600-h/Picture+17734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Sosdv7u-gLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2ahvkwxY7mM/s400/Picture+17734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371419689895231666" border="0" /></a>Almost done!<br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-55321501193155331332009-08-17T14:22:00.006-05:002009-08-17T14:34:19.027-05:00The tort food is growing nicelyAfter only one day my seeds have sprouted. I mixed the soil with the coir from the baby pen that I had cleaned out and misted them from above from time to time. They have been growing outdoors in the biggest heat, although in the shade.<br /><br />Here are the little seedlings<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomufdKRekI/AAAAAAAAAo8/uB5FfGd1cGU/s1600-h/Picture+17723.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomufdKRekI/AAAAAAAAAo8/uB5FfGd1cGU/s400/Picture+17723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371015886042921538" border="0" /></a>Mustard Seedlings<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomutQuw6YI/AAAAAAAAApE/AWD_r_6QBes/s1600-h/Picture+17724.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomutQuw6YI/AAAAAAAAApE/AWD_r_6QBes/s400/Picture+17724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371016123224484226" border="0" /></a>Romaine seedlings<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Somu5UPq7CI/AAAAAAAAApM/yWiuLVV2MXI/s1600-h/Picture+17725.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/Somu5UPq7CI/AAAAAAAAApM/yWiuLVV2MXI/s400/Picture+17725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371016330326240290" border="0" /></a>Dandelion seedlings. I've planted those on top of the sphagnum moss, because they are very heat sensitive. The moist sphagnum moss kept them pretty cool. They also germinated on the second day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomvUw8x0qI/AAAAAAAAApU/w4jGdJtZcFU/s1600-h/Picture+17726.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomvUw8x0qI/AAAAAAAAApU/w4jGdJtZcFU/s400/Picture+17726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371016801888096930" border="0" /></a>Cocoa resting between the tall Cannas<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomvhtH5WbI/AAAAAAAAApc/W5OVftH3hpU/s1600-h/Picture+17727.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SomvhtH5WbI/AAAAAAAAApc/W5OVftH3hpU/s400/Picture+17727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017024199285170" border="0" /></a>Daisyboy pretty sleepy in his bin.<br />No sign of Georgy. While Cocoa and Daisy prefer the same spot every day to hang out, Georgy always has to find a new one. So I never know where he is, until he shows up somewhere in the evening.<br /><br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-39823186670720095702009-08-15T18:21:00.013-05:002009-08-16T07:57:37.968-05:00The yard is our playground<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodDIoPQEmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FjvVMUVUhL8/s1600-h/Picture+1793.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodDIoPQEmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FjvVMUVUhL8/s400/Picture+1793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370334896182006370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodDQdRGDwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/apS2TWLb3Xk/s1600-h/Picture+1794.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodDQdRGDwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/apS2TWLb3Xk/s400/Picture+1794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335030675902210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodDk0J3hNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Huy_FGMVN3E/s1600-h/Picture+1795.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodDk0J3hNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Huy_FGMVN3E/s400/Picture+1795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335380416988370" border="0" /></a>Daisyboy making his round<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodD1nelTYI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RO5TTQJmRQE/s1600-h/Picture+1796.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodD1nelTYI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RO5TTQJmRQE/s400/Picture+1796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335669071990146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodEBb7OIoI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RmE26rJY5xM/s1600-h/Picture+1797.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodEBb7OIoI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RmE26rJY5xM/s400/Picture+1797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335872129311362" border="0" /></a>Cocoa walking through the waterdish<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodES5GPbyI/AAAAAAAAAns/V3wS5sQi8og/s1600-h/Picture+1802.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodES5GPbyI/AAAAAAAAAns/V3wS5sQi8og/s400/Picture+1802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370336172017938210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodEfISyG-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/fa031DXd_XU/s1600-h/Picture+1803.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodEfISyG-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/fa031DXd_XU/s400/Picture+1803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370336382255504354" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cocoa hanging out on the patio. I just measured her, she's already 13" long and only 71/2 years old. She will become a big one.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodFAYNrWNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QM3yaI21urk/s1600-h/Picture+1798.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodFAYNrWNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QM3yaI21urk/s400/Picture+1798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370336953464740050" border="0" /></a>Georgy: Peekapooh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodFnZQNAJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nwZURCl0xVI/s1600-h/Picture+1799.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodFnZQNAJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nwZURCl0xVI/s400/Picture+1799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370337623758667922" border="0" /></a>"Got something for me, Mom?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodF7JqUgtI/AAAAAAAAAoM/eaZQyd4qbDE/s1600-h/Picture+1800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodF7JqUgtI/AAAAAAAAAoM/eaZQyd4qbDE/s400/Picture+1800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370337963170628306" border="0" /></a>Georgy exploring the patio<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodGKQIbfUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YVX9ZXj80oE/s1600-h/Picture+1801.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SodGKQIbfUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YVX9ZXj80oE/s400/Picture+1801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370338222605565250" border="0" /></a>See ya later Mom<br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-43095411006138791782009-08-14T17:40:00.006-05:002009-08-14T17:46:44.292-05:00Shower time<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXoCA5kd9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/KZmYoNummYw/s1600-h/Picture+1789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXoCA5kd9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/KZmYoNummYw/s400/Picture+1789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369953252008032210" border="0" /></a>I found the gang together when I was watering the yard<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXoCA5kd9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/KZmYoNummYw/s1600-h/Picture+1789.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXoKqqXb1I/AAAAAAAAAms/PEkOADFVtHQ/s1600-h/Picture+1790.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXoKqqXb1I/AAAAAAAAAms/PEkOADFVtHQ/s400/Picture+1790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369953400657506130" border="0" /></a>and thought they could need a refreshment too<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXogTLLbCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/LH9zAAMW5gA/s1600-h/Picture+1792.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXogTLLbCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/LH9zAAMW5gA/s400/Picture+1792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369953772309802018" border="0" /></a>Cocoa could escape the males and found the food, but she didn't seem to be very interested. Maybe later. We have Romaine, red cabbage, mushrooms and sweet potato today.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-50609537879029708022009-08-14T16:34:00.004-05:002009-08-14T16:41:30.670-05:00The opuntias have arrivedMy spineless opunitas have arrived. My torts will be happy, they didn't have any since 3 months. They ate the last plant I had, down to the bones, and there was no recovery.<br /><br />They love the opuntias so much that they wouldn't eat anything else, if they had enough.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXY8fou9WI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9X-KPLgdWIM/s1600-h/Picture+1787.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXY8fou9WI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9X-KPLgdWIM/s400/Picture+1787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369936664505283938" border="0" /></a>This is opuntia humifusa, very winterhardy with yellow flowers<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXZUgV6kQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/5IOP6IJK0BI/s1600-h/Picture+1788.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoXZUgV6kQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/5IOP6IJK0BI/s400/Picture+1788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369937077011648770" border="0" /></a>This is Opuntia ficus indica, that produces these yummy fruits. It is only winter hardy to 20 degrees and I probably will need to get it potted up before it freezes. I got 3 pads of those. and several pads of the cold hardy one.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I planted them in my new succulent bed, but will take very good care, that the torts don't get to them, before they have a chance to grow. But I am pretty sure, I will have to replant them latest tomorrow, because I just know Daisyboy will discover them on his evening walk and make it public :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-81994317810768071392009-08-14T13:54:00.005-05:002009-08-14T14:04:21.821-05:00Papaya, the fruit that all omnivorous torts love3 days ago I thought it will be cheaper, when I plant my own Papaya trees. My torts just love Papaya over everything and I had to buy the fruits in the supermarket almost on a weekly basis.<br />I soaked the seeds in water until they germinated then got them carefully out with tweezers and planted them in individual pots. I planted 11, a few died, but most of them made it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoWz4tmbc2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/oM4Gdx7ZIqE/s1600-h/Picture+1784.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoWz4tmbc2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/oM4Gdx7ZIqE/s400/Picture+1784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369895917604008802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoW0ERFFW2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/wfDAf-BAP4k/s1600-h/Picture+1785.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoW0ERFFW2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/wfDAf-BAP4k/s400/Picture+1785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896116106386274" border="0" /></a>Here you can see a little seedling made it's way to the surface<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoW0OfKlkMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2riWhRWqJS8/s1600-h/Picture+1786.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoW0OfKlkMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2riWhRWqJS8/s400/Picture+1786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896291686256834" border="0" /></a>Here is an other one emerging<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">All together I have 8 seedlings right now, but am expecting a few more to die. If I can get at least 3 to grow, I will be happy. Once they become a little studier, I will plant them in the big tort's indoor pens, one for each pen. They'll grow quickly and produce fruit in just 9 months. This should become a super food source - I wonder why I didn't do this earlier. <br /></div></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-69034103336204396472009-08-14T12:39:00.005-05:002009-08-16T08:18:36.433-05:00No more baby pen :(I cleaned the baby pen out today and removed all the plants, it was incredibly hard, especially when I saw this hollow spot under the Nasturtium plant, where Rosie used to sleep. She always used the same spot and had made it herself really comfortable. I stared at this spot which was exactly as long and wide like her little body, for almost 10 minutes before I could even it out and mix the sphagnum moss with the coir and other soil. I will use this container to plant Dandelions.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoWi0thSLUI/AAAAAAAAAls/FfLhRgMVabI/s1600-h/Picture+1783.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoWi0thSLUI/AAAAAAAAAls/FfLhRgMVabI/s400/Picture+1783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369877157165280578" border="0" /></a>I transplanted Rosie's Nasturtium into a small pot and will try to keep it alive as long as possible.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoWjE6sxNGI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aZ6sQEP3u6s/s1600-h/Picture+1782.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoWjE6sxNGI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aZ6sQEP3u6s/s400/Picture+1782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369877435581019234" border="0" /></a>I also got a little Mustard plant out, which was gnawed on and saved it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Since the last babies left me, I am in a kind of depressed state of mind. I cry a lot and nothing is fun any more, not even working in the yard. I miss them so much that it physically hurts me.<br />Maybe it's because I never had own children - THEY were my children, I've seen them hatching and growing.<br /><br />Yesterday I came across an auction site where they auction off reptils of all kind, also tortoises. There was a guy who had a Redfoot baby listed, just a few days old and several bids on it up to $150. The description said, he feeds on Endive and Mazuri pellets. I cannot tell how much this shocked me. This poor little guy who cannot defend himself that probably never will get a balanced diet and was born to get deformed and metabolic bone disease, just because people don't care and want to earn money.<br />Then an other dealer From Russia sold russian tortoises by the truckload. How cruel those people are!!!!<br />Tortoises are the most wonderful creatures that have survived millions and millions of years, and now people treat them as if they were objects with which they can earn a fast buck.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THEY DO HAVE SOULS AND THEY FEEL THE PAIN AS WE DO.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">If you are a tortoise lover, please never ever buy one from those cruel sellers. Go to a tortoise rescue and adopt one.</span><br /></div><br />They are full with tortoises that desperately need a good home.<br /></div></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-60681636614074140192009-08-13T19:03:00.007-05:002009-08-13T19:13:05.686-05:00Evening walk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSqJ7pY7SI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bArCseAujPQ/s1600-h/Picture+1775.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSqJ7pY7SI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bArCseAujPQ/s400/Picture+1775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369603743339310370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSqCOiDotI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DVTSN6bwvLg/s1600-h/Picture+1774.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSqCOiDotI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DVTSN6bwvLg/s400/Picture+1774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369603610969875154" border="0" /></a>Daisyboy walking along the fence between Cannas<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSqYTolW0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/79o_NsWscBY/s1600-h/Picture+1776.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSqYTolW0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/79o_NsWscBY/s400/Picture+1776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369603990296550210" border="0" /></a>Cocoa followed by Georgy in the shade bed. See all these stumps in front of them? that all have been giant elephant ears not too long ago. I wonder why they left the stalks to tall. Usually they eat them down to the ground. But God thanks elephant ears quickly recreate and grow back, so nothing is lost.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSrBlTcUeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/9pc9jQ9iKKA/s1600-h/Picture+1777.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSrBlTcUeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/9pc9jQ9iKKA/s400/Picture+1777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369604699414352354" border="0" /></a>Georgy is in mating mood, like always, but Cocoa isn't interested, she tries to run away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSrSJlv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rVIW46JX9Dw/s1600-h/Picture+1779.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSrSJlv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rVIW46JX9Dw/s400/Picture+1779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369604984032711058" border="0" /></a>He managed though to buckle up on her,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSrhp4UgPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/f9Etnd9JmKU/s1600-h/Picture+1781.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoSrhp4UgPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/f9Etnd9JmKU/s400/Picture+1781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369605250398585074" border="0" /></a> but was quickly left behind.<br />Poor Georgy, it must be hard to be a tort man with all these potency hormones.<br /><br /><br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-36577329220442040512009-08-13T15:30:00.006-05:002009-08-13T15:41:51.883-05:00time to show some tort picsI have realized that this blog must be boring for most of my readers. No pics, only boring text.<br />Ok, here ya go, although the cute baby pics are past.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR4dyeojcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/7tcpO9ib98Q/s1600-h/Picture+1767.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR4dyeojcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/7tcpO9ib98Q/s400/Picture+1767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369549108894272962" border="0" /></a>Cocoa, after she ate the last stump of Elephant ear down to the bones (see this light green thing in the lower left of the pic? That was a 7 feet tall alocasia gigantea 2 days ago.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR4-8DaAfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/qoZltJrNAU4/s1600-h/Picture+1768.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR4-8DaAfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/qoZltJrNAU4/s400/Picture+1768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369549678400111090" border="0" /></a>Cocoa eating Mango<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR5So5KmiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/toRC1rfU0BE/s1600-h/Picture+1769.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR5So5KmiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/toRC1rfU0BE/s400/Picture+1769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369550016854268450" border="0" /></a>No, dont' want Mango now<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR5gnnUqiI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZKSQdkBtb8U/s1600-h/Picture+1771.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR5gnnUqiI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZKSQdkBtb8U/s400/Picture+1771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369550257029163554" border="0" /></a>Cocoa loves to get hosed down when it's so hot. See how she smiles?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR6IvuoapI/AAAAAAAAAks/yt29vmxfClY/s1600-h/Picture+1772.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR6IvuoapI/AAAAAAAAAks/yt29vmxfClY/s400/Picture+1772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369550946402069138" border="0" /></a>Thank you Mom, that was refreshing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR6W2dYSlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FPIohLXYjEY/s1600-h/Picture+1773.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltUNS1QmLFc/SoR6W2dYSlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FPIohLXYjEY/s400/Picture+1773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369551188726925906" border="0" /></a>and now, can you scratch my neck a little bit?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-72516938262887314052009-08-13T11:25:00.002-05:002009-08-13T11:30:02.352-05:00The babies in their new homePictures have been posted of the babies' first meal in their new home.<br />Click <a href="http://ameliagrace1997.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html">here</a> to see them. It does so good to know they are loved and cared for by their new family.<br />If you want to see them grow up stay tuned and follow the blog above.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-34345496719433372692009-08-13T09:30:00.001-05:002009-08-13T09:32:01.635-05:00The babies are alive and wellI'm so relieved. Everything went smoothly. they are now getting their bath and breakfast.<br />Thank you Brandy! The emotions are overwhelming right now.<br />Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-50308640937351798142009-08-13T09:17:00.000-05:002009-08-13T09:18:09.855-05:00DeliveredThe tracking shows delivered. I am waiting anxiously for a first update from BrandyGabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-12668432277369345312009-08-13T08:42:00.000-05:002009-08-13T08:44:19.615-05:00I forgot...that it's an hour later there. The 'out for delivery' scan appeared with an hour delay, so they are already out for delivery since almost 2 hours. They should arrive every minute now.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-26067579159795459132009-08-13T08:23:00.001-05:002009-08-13T08:25:15.127-05:00Holy cowI looked where Brunswick is and saw it is 50 miles north from their destination. They went from 40 miles South to 50 miles north and probably passed the home town in between, what a weird route that is!<br /><br />That can take an other 2 hours now, geez.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039491943298727307.post-29678612597630260762009-08-13T08:18:00.001-05:002009-08-13T08:20:11.159-05:00They are now out for deliveryJust looked at the scan and they are now out for delivery. Pretty late this time.<br />Hopefully it goes fast now. Poor babies, they don't know what's going on and are probably terribly hungry already.Gabrielehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13698950445863223046noreply@blogger.com0