Gibson the cat
Originally from a suburb in Christchurch, Gibson has become a real farm cat since his move to blockhill. His favourite outdoor activities include going on bush walks, hunting, and tree climbing. He also enjoys his time inside with activities such as eating and sleeping. Gibson likes to be where the action is and often will participate in chores such as gardening and feeding the chooks, though he tends to get distracted and ends up hunting or tree climbing instead. Gibson loves the country life.
Feathers...
This morning I noticed the rug in the lounge was all crumpled up into a ball along the fringe end. On closer inspection, I also noticed heaps of little feathers in amongst the folds of the rug and under the crumpled part. Hmmmmm....looks like somebody caught a bird....and brought it inside.....and ate it.....
Kinda sad. it was a goldfinch. Naughty Gibson.
21 Sep 2009
Kinda sad. it was a goldfinch. Naughty Gibson.
21 Sep 2009
Another Gumboot Mission
We did another big mission down into the bush around our house. We have now made an improved track to the new pool of water we found the other day. It's still a gumboot mission though because you have to cross back and forth over the river several times.
20 Sep 2009
20 Sep 2009
A Tramp Through the Bush
Today was a fantastic day. It was warm and sunny like summer. We went exploring through the bush and cut another track down to another river that surrounds us like a mote. At first the river didn't look like much. Just a trickly puddle. But we followed it along the bottom of the cliff, and just past the location of the tree the chooks sleep in (but at the bottom of the ravine) is a lovely little pool of water being fed by a little waterfall. It's deep enough that you could sit in it to cool off. We are hoping it will still be there in the summer because it would be great to have a 'swimming/sitting' hole.
13 Sep 2009
13 Sep 2009
The First Rabbit
Gibson caught a rabbit today. And yes, he brought the dead rabbit inside through his window to proudly show it off. He threw it around on the floor for a while to be sure it was good and dead and meowed at me and purred excitedly about it...and looked oh so very proud of himself. Then he carried it in his teeth and set it down in the little corner by the fridge where we feed him. Then he looked up at me and meowed as if he expected me to cut it up for him.
11 Sep 2009
11 Sep 2009