Wednesday, 21 May 2014

the royal visit

So Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall were visiting Nova Scotia on the weekend.  I didn't get to meet 'em though.  Apparently, my invitation was lost in the mail.  MOUSES!

Anywho...  I watched Charles and Camilla for a bit on television and saw that they, just as I, enjoy an occasional walkabout.  It's true.  They did a walkabout around parts of Halifax and whatnot just like I do walkabouts in my very own garden.  You know what they say.  They say, great minds think alike and obviously, great minds enjoy the occasional walkabout, too.

After watchin' the Royals doin' their walkabout, I figured I should do one of my own.  I asked Peep #1 if she'd like to join me but she was busy doin' somethin' silly so I went outside by myself.  I headed out the window and proceeded to do a leisurely inspection of the garden.

At some point durin' said walkabout, I decided to jump up onto the car.  There's a nice vantage point from the top of that car and, more importantly, its powdery blue colour sets off the sparkle in my sterling silver - some say platinum - coat, quite nicely.  Let's just say, I look really good sittin' on that car.

But once up there, I found evidence of a crime I most certainly did not want to find.  A scratch?  No, worse.  A dent?  Nope, even worse than that.  What pray tell did I find, you ask?  I found...  BIRD DROPPINGS.  That's right.  I found a couple of big ol' white splotches that were clearly left behind by one or more birds.  MOUSES!

I looked this way and that way.  Then I looked that way and this way.  Finally, I looked way, way up.  There was nothin' to see in any of those directions.  Nothin' to see at all.

Then I heard, off in the distance, the roar of one of those noisy metal birds.  You know, a plane.  There's an air force base not too far from here and sometimes, my garden appears to be in the flight path of the planes landin' and takin' off there.  I thought about it for a bit but figured a metal bird probably wouldn't leave droppings such as those I had discovered on the car.  Unless, of course, someone had gone in to use the loo on that plane and...   Nah...  I don't think that kind of thing can happen.  I hope that kind of thing can't happen.  MOUSES!

No, I studied the situation and realised that the bird or birds who had dropped those droppings must be of a non-metallic nature.  In other words, the type of birds who hang out in my garden.

I immediately ruled out the chickadees, goldfinches and hummingbirds.  Those are all wee little birds and, quite frankly, these were BIG droppings.  Hmmm....  MOUSES!

I sat there on that car, contemplating all there was to contemplate.  Birds...  droppings...  flight path. I stared ahead at the big ol' oak tree in the back yard.  Then I glanced over my shoulder and stared at the big ol' oak tree at the end of my driveway in the front yard.  Suddenly, I had my answer. MOUSES!

I immediately raced inside the house to tell the peep what I had discovered.  I knew she would want to hear about my findings.  I had made the discovery of the century!  Okay... FINE.  The discovery of late last Sunday afternoon but a discovery, nonetheless.

I had discovered that our car was sittin' right in middle of a flight path.  It was right in the middle of the flight path of the local troupe of actors who regularly perform in The Crow Show right there in my garden.  Their stage is the big ol' oak tree in my back yard.  They perform matinees there, daily. Sometimes even a double-feature.  But one of their mornin' rehearsal areas is the big ol' oak tree at the end of the driveway in the front yard.  If one were to draw an imaginary line between those two big oak trees, one would reveal the acting troupe's flight path and one would find that, lo and behold, that flight path flies immediately above where the car sits.

What to do...   What to do...  I asked the peep if we could move the stage area for The Crow Show but she said no.   I asked her about movin' the crows' rehearsal area and again was told no.  Then I asked her 'bout movin' the driveway itself.  Once more, I heard the word no.

"But I could always move the car," the peep said.

"Nah," I answered.  "I have a better idea.  How 'bout someone just gets out there and gives the car a good ol' wash.  Perhaps one of my minions," I suggested, "and by minion, I mean you."  I looked pointedly at the peep to make sure she understood.

Turnin' away from Peep #1, I headed back outside to complete my walkabout and ponder the important things in life.  The important things in life such as...  Why the mouses did I not get an invite to meet with Charles and Camilla when they were visitin' Nova Scotia?  Why? WHY?

Clearly, my invitation really had been lost somewhere in the mail.  There is simply no other reasonable explanation.  No other reasonable explanation at all.  MOUSES!

38 comments:

  1. Were those colourful plants put there for your "Walkabout" Nerissa?
    Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

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    1. Hmmm... Not really. There were growin' there before I decided to do my walkabout. This is their season. purrs

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    2. Oh dear..... can u not set up a bird trap or sumffink???? Meeces n mouses

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  2. Sorry Nerissa, sorry that you did not get your invitation! Im glad to see you had a nice walkabout the garden.

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  3. Heh. I am sure your invite got lost in the mail!

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  4. yea! The Primroses are blooming! Maybe those bird droppings are good for something after all...heh...heh...and I bet nosey neighbor cat snatched your invitation...MOUSES!

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    1. MOUSES! Never thought 'bout nosey-neighbour-cat. Hmmm....

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  5. OMC !
    Was your invitation lost in da mail ??!!
    So sorry that you didn´t get to meet Charles and Camilla :(
    Did you know my mom-persons name is Camilla too :)

    P:S Sorry for not been visiting you for a while it´s of course all my hopeless mom-persons fault that works and works and works and trave travel and travel *sigh´s*

    XOXO

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  6. dood...how bout de nastee rood bug infested stoooooooooopid caca droppers take ther waste matter sum place else....

    faaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

    oh, N ya noe, if ewe haz KEYS....de inn side oh de car with a set oh keys will get ya places......way awesum fun places like de food store, toy store, nip & grazz stor...

    plus ewe will haza force feeld over head frum de rood, noizee, bug infested, stooooooooooooooooooopid caca droppers who haz NOE manners....at....all....


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  7. Nissy we are sure the invitation was lost (or stolen perhaps) but the garden tour was truly lovely.

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  8. Oh, without a doubt your invitation must have been lost in the mail. What other excuse could there possibly be???

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  9. WOW those flowers are so colourful! You looks like you are at the Chelsea Flower Show in London...

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  10. Lub'z the flower'z butt that waz a disgraze your invitation getting'z lozt in the pozt. xxoxxxx

    Mollie and Alfie

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  11. I know the invitation WILL show up and while it will be late, nonetheless you can show us and we can admire it and you. xxooox

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  12. Prince Charles has got into some trouble with his views on President Putin,with you bein' interested in politics and whatnot and maybe runnin'for senate it was to your advantage he didn't call!!!Love and purrsXXX

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    1. Hmmm... You might have a point there. I am still tossin' about the idea of a Senate appointment but I'm also thinkin' of tryin' to get onto the Supreme Court. But what about Governor General? purrs

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  13. I enjoyed your walkabout more - what lovely flowers in your garden too!

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  14. We love watching your walkabout - you have such beautiful flowers in the garden!

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  15. Your garden looks like the very best place for a walkabout. We can't believe that the Royals wouldn't have wanted to join you there. Crows have no manners, Neither does the bird who left a big poo on our front brick walk right after Dad pressure washed it. We can't move the sidewalk either. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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  16. Beautiful garden!!!! No invitation????
    Hmmm......strange!
    Have a great afternoon!
    ღ husky hugz ღ frum our pack at Love is being owned by a husky!

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  17. We are sure the invite will show up tomorrow!

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  18. Bet they woulda had more fun if they'd invited ya! Luv your flowers!

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  19. Nissy what a lovely tour..even if the droppings dropped in to spoil your views...I have a giant one to get rid of..Teradactyl I am sure...and as for your invite...well at east you c make your own schedule and don't need to hurry along with the Pawparrazzi I tow!! hugs Fozziemum xx

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  20. What colorful flowers. Maybe you can send me a bouquet or something. You know what The Tabbies o’ Trouttown say “Don’t trust the durty burds cos they caca dropping.

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  21. Nissy, that stinks about your invitation. We bet somebuddy stole it. And just make sure you don't step in any of that birdie droppings when you're on a walkabout.

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  22. Wow Nissy yous yawd is gawjus. Those awe sum vewy bootyful and bwite flowews. And of couwse yous lookin' kwite gawjus yous selff. ☺

    Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses ♥♥♥

    Dezi

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  23. I am so glad that those metal birds don't go poo while they are flyin' like regular birds do. Since I live very near an air force base, I would be getting pooped on all the time. That would be quite the mess!

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  24. MOL! We just knew Trout Towne was going to go crazy over theese one! We think your invitation did get lost in the mail but we enjoyed your walkabout...that is a gorgeous picture of you and the flowers, Nissy!

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  25. Clearly one of their staff has made an error as why else would they have traveled all that way if it wasn't to meet you??!

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  26. I have read somewhere that the royal family tend to be dog lovers rather than cat-orientated, which is a shame. Still, it's their loss not yours.

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  27. Oh Nissy, the absolute only explanation is that your invitation was lost. No way would they come all the way out there without attempting to meet you!

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  28. Where oh where did that invite get to Nissy? Sounds like your postal service is about like ours down here. A bit lax at times.
    Tell the Peep to get that nasty business off her car afore it burns the paint off.

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  29. It's *so* hard to find good help, perhaps the Royal social secretary misaddressed your invitation? I can think of no other reason you wouldn't be top of the guest list!
    ~Vicat

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  30. Frankly Nerissa, your spelling is terrible and your grammar would put a school teacher in a coma. You should be ashamed! On top of that, you're looking like a fatty! Would you be interested in my assortment of fatty weight loss pills? LOL :p

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    1. Hehehe... Good impression, Leyla! purrs

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  31. *sigh* hopefully your shiny car got clean so you can show off your coat properly again. Your garden looks lovely Nissy. You need to give the postman heck for losing your invite!
    Marty

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  32. What? No Royal visit to your beautiful garden? MOUSES, maybe a bird will poop on their head.

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  33. Nissy I'm LATE again! Why? Not getting email notices on ANY Blogger blogs - not fair I tell you NOT FAIR! Anyway, I'm here and I'm so sorry that you were "dissed" by those disgusting burds. What's with that?! No respect I tell you....also you didn't get invited to the royal "do" either? Shall I send a letter of protest on your behalf!

    Hugs, Sammy

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