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I’ve had several people ask me to give them an update on Waldo, the baby pigeon we rescued from a seagull and crow a week ago. He is doing beautifully. I took this photo of him this morning, after I’d fed and bathed him. He was drying his wings in the morning sunlight. I feed him “Exact” baby bird formula about 4 or 5 times a day. Once prepared it has the consistency of ketchup. I cut the end of a syringe off, placed a piece of surgical glove with a slit in it over the opening, and he sticks his beak through the slit ( imitating his mothers mouth), and eats to his hearts content. When he hears my voice he calls for me, and loves to snuggle up against my neck. I love the little guy so much.
I’d never made Strawberry Bread before, in fact I’d never heard of it. This afternoon I was visiting my sweet friend, Kasia, and she told me that her mother used to make Strawberry Bread, and since I love making breads, I thought I’d give it a try. It was delicious, moist and so easy to make. Give it a try…
Heat the oven to 350 and have a greased bread pan ready.
Toss together: 2 cups flour, 1 tsp baking soda, 1/2 tsp salt and 1/4 tsp cinnamon
In a separate bowl, mix 1 egg, 3/4 cup sugar, 1/4 cup brown sugar, 1 cup buttermilk, 1/3 cup vegetable oil, 2 tsp vanilla, 1 1/2 cups chopped strawberries
Add the wet mixture to the dry, and pour into the pan. Bake at 350 for 55 min. (Check it since ovens vary on cooking time). Once removed from the oven, pour a basic glaze over it. (1 cup powdered sugar, 1/2 tsp vanilla, 2 Tbls milk )
Yesterday Danny, the creatures and I went to the LA Air show. The kids and I had never been to one before, and were thoroughly mesmerized! We saw a Stearman, that later flew a second time with a wing walker, a P38, P40, P51 and a Yak flying in formation (the P51 was my favorite), a Harrier Jet that could hover for what seemed forever and group of Navy Seals parachuting with the American flag.
We also saw this beauty. The only B29 that is still flying. It was not as loud as the other jets and seemed so graceful yet powerful up there.
If you’ve never been to an Air show, add it to your bucket list, it’s guaranteed to give you goose bumps and make you feel proud of the many geniuses that brought these impressive machines into existence.
In one of my previous posts, I mentioned that we are not going to be able to keep Tanda Malaika here in Channel Islands Harbor or Ventura Harbor, because there are no live aboard slips available for a yacht our size. So, we have decided to move to where she is. Red Frog Beach Marina in Panama!
This place we will call home, is a tropical rainforest filled with white faced monkeys, sloths, toucans and iguanas. In the water you’ll see manatees, dolphins, a plethora of reef fish, and crocodiles etc. It’s paradise!!
Red Frog Beach was discovered by Columbus in 1502, and is located on Isla Bastimentos, an island which is part of the Bocas del Toro Archipelago. The entire archipelago covers an area of about 97 sq miles and population is 13000. The full service marina is well maintained and provides a free 10 minute water taxi ride to Bocas town on Isla Colon, where the grocery store is, 4 days a week. A fruit and veggie boat comes by the marina every Saturday. The creatures will attend the International school that is there, and if the older ones wanted to make a few extra bucks, they could find employment working the zip lines and rainforest canopy tours. We will have hundreds of islands to explore, tree houses to build, fishing to do and Spanish to learn.
I do have to let you in on a little secret (if you promise not to tell a soul). For those of you that know me already, you’ll know that I am not afraid of anything. I’m an adrenalin junkie dare devil, but….I am SO afraid of frogs and especially toads!!! I would rather head butt a tiger shark and insult it’s mother, than come across a frog, and I happen to be moving to – of all places, Red FROG Beach!! My plan is to take a flame thrower with me, which I will keep aimed and ready 24/7, and may the best man win!
Emma came running into the house exclaiming, “I’ve built a sanctuary, come and see it,” and then bolted out the back door. I made my way across the back deck and down the ramp to the dock in the back yard, to find her by the kayak she’d been exploring for hours in. She had collected several starfish and showed me their ‘sanctuary.’ They varied in color from reds to orange, tan and brown, and she was in love with her new found friends. She placed them on her legs and enjoyed the ticklish feeling of their movement, then gently put them back into the water. After a while she set them all free, back in the ocean.
Just another magical day in the life of a 12 year old explorer.
Four days ago we were on our way home, and as we pulled into our neighborhood, Hannah yelled, “STOP THE CAR!!!” as she projected her body from the passenger seat and out onto the road. It was only when I watched the direction she was moving her body in at lightening speed as she cussed and waved her arms, that I noticed a seagull and a crow attacking two baby birds. At that point I jumped out too, and the seagull took off flying with one of the babies in her mouth. Hannah reached down and grabbed the other baby before the crow could fly off with it, and she handed be this tiny, frightened featherless little creature.
We are not rookies when it comes to taking care of animals, especially injured ones found on the roadside. We’ve raised everything from sugar gliders and squirrels, to pot bellied pigs, chameleons, snakes, chinchillas, millipedes and llamas – just to name a few.
Hannah decided his name should be Waldo. We took him home and cleaned the small wound on his back. Thankfully, he had just been fed, which gave us time to head to Petco for some baby bird formula. From experience I know that it is difficult to keep baby birds alive, and I was really worried that given the trauma Waldo had gone through, he would not make it through the first night. But…here we are four days later, and he has a healthy appetite, he loves to cuddle into my neck and if he hears my voice he starts to chirp. I think I have child number 12 on my hands!
We’ve spent so much time trying to come up with a name for our new home. We’ve heard all the superstitions concerning renaming a boat, but since we aren’t the superstitious type, we are giving her our own name. Beside, Emma announced to us that she read that if you do rename it, you just have to get a virgin to urinate on your newly named boat, and all ill juju will be washed away. She, of course, volunteered to do the honors!
We figured that since she’s an African built yacht, she deserves an African name, and the one we have chosen, means “Guardian of the Sea.” Her name will be Tanda Malaika. Maybe a little tough for some to pronounce at first, but before you know it, it’ll roll of your tongue beautifully like it does ours.