tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48135959675598227122024-03-20T17:50:31.000+10:30Kayzy's Critters - Teddy Bears in the HillsLovingly handcrafted original designs by Kay Carney - made with love, to be lovedKayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-39280828700381268722014-11-27T03:04:00.001+10:302014-11-27T03:04:51.041+10:302014 Show and Tell - Part 2: Woodend Teddy Bear Show<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ever since our first Woodend Teddy Bear Show in 2008, one of the highlights of our 'beary' year is to travel from the Adelaide Hills in South Australia to the Macedon Ranges in Victoria, to participate in this lovely show. We also enjoy the excellent company and hospitality of our friends Claire and John Evans, catching up with other bear artists, and the beauty of the region. </div>
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Claire, John, Martin and I stay at the Kyneton Bushland Resort in a well-appointed villa there, and receive regular visitors of the animal kind.</div>
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It is only a 15 minute drive from Kyneton to Woodend, where the show is held, and Sunday morning finds us in the hall, and after checking that the critters are ready, </div>
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and traders. Some are camera shy, others pose happily for the camera (or ignore me!) as we all wait for the show to open.</div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"> I am happy to report that three of my critters found new homes, and end this post with their portraits, taken for the family album (as mentioned in the post <b><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/search?q=family+album" target="_blank"><i>Stick it in the Family Album</i></a></b>).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hello again! If you are visiting <b>Kayzy's Critters</b> for the first time, or revisiting after my long absence from the blogisphere - thanks for popping in. I'm slowly easing back into blogging, this time by 'showing' you a few photographs taken at three bear shows I attended this year. I'll do it in two parts, the first being for the shows held in Adelaide this year: </span><br />
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1. Adelaide Hills Doll Guild's Doll and Bear Show at Hahndorf - April 2014</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> My dear friend Kay Schulz and I thoroughly enjoy sharing a show table whenever possible, and this show was no exception.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Kay makes beautiful critters of all kinds (see pics), and I especially love her creations in mink. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Again Kay and I shared a table, and this time Kay designed and made some matching signs for us both. Being a perfectionist, Kay wasn't happy with them, but I think they look great, don't you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Special friends Valma and Geoff Bolton (<a href="http://www.teddysbits.com.au/" target="_blank">Teddys Bits</a>) travel all the way from Sydney to Adelaide twice yearly, to provide us locals with all things needful for bear-making. It's always a joyful time when we see them, and here we see Valma and Kay chatting happily together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sadly for this post, I was enjoying myself so much at these two shows that I took a very few photos. However, Kay was much better at it, and her photographic record of the shows may be found on Kay's blog by clicking on these links: <b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span><br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-72922477828103579732014-11-19T21:05:00.001+10:302014-11-19T21:05:44.661+10:30Kayzy's Kitchen Blog is Born<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Hi visiting friends and followers! </b><br />
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I wouldn't be surprised if those of you who have visited the <i>Kayzy's Kitchen</i> page on my blog found it a bit tedious scrolling down the page to find a particular recipe - I know I have (yes, I often look up my own recipes when I'm cooking!). Well, today I decided it was time to bite the bullet and start a new Kayzy's Kitchen blog and put an end to the tedium, so . . . another <a href="http://kayzyskitchen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> is born!<br />
<br />My plan is to regularly add new recipes, and gradually move existing recipes from this blog across to the new one. Each recipe will (mostly) have its own post (and page), and I hope this will make for easier navigation. (Note to self: I must learn how to create a recipe index, too.) <br />
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Why not check out <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://kayzyskitchen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>Kayzy's Kitchen</b></a></span> sometime? - you may find a recipe you'd like to try. <br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-30683731553400517032014-11-10T20:26:00.000+10:302014-11-10T20:28:27.485+10:30Stick It in the Family Album!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kayzy was often in a bit of a spin when preparing for a teddy
bear show. And as fur flew in all directions (Nana Kayzy was not
called ‘Kay-os’ in her younger days for nothing!), her critters
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">They would then wait
expectantly for what usually came next: </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nana gathering her critters
together and announcing "It's time to get the camera into
action!" To the hug this was always significant - a sort of
graduation ceremony - for newly born critters must have their
photographs taken for the family album before going to a show. One
never knew what could happen at a show!</span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then critters and creator would troop out to the corner of the shed that
Papa Martin had set aside for Nana, the corner where she kept
all things 'beary' - show equipment, camera lights, backdrops for
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">On this occasion, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">as
the critters gathered around, </span></span></span>awaiting the cry
'Lights, camera, action!', a different sort of action took place. In
Nana's enthusiasm to get into the photography session straight away
she failed to move a few obstacles out of the way first, and
disaster struck. Taking a step backward she tripped over the show
display stands, which fell onto the backdrop, which fell off the
table and right on top of Nana Kayzy! </span></span></span></div>
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thought she was going to give in to despair. But no! - thankfully Nana was made
of sterner stuff. She quickly recovered her ‘get up and go’, and with
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-2063926227270833282014-07-16T19:08:00.003+09:302014-07-16T19:08:41.012+09:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-89724034940846295962013-08-18T13:02:00.001+09:302013-08-18T20:58:39.521+09:30Kenneth the Koala Leaves Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Those who follow my blog will remember the tale of <b><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/search?q=part+1" target="_blank">Kenneth the Koala</a></span></b> (told in 3 parts).<br />
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Since then Kenneth has delighted many of his (and my) friends with his antics.<br />
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I knew sooner or later Kenneth would leave home, as happens with most children, but as his mother I hoped it would be later rather than sooner, because I loved seeing his happy face around the place.<br />
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A few days ago my friend Fay phoned me to ask if I could make her a koala. I knew it would be some time before I could do this, and Kenneth, hearing the conversation, pricked up his already big ears and cried "Pick me, pick me!" Kenneth, my big and brave Koala, was well and truly ready to leave home.<br />
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Kenneth of course, with the exuberance of youth, immediately began exploring his new home, and in the garden some blue ducks greeted him and made him welcome.<br />
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Fay then took him inside her home to meet her family of bears. It was delightful to greet quite a few of my critters again, including Zachary (in red striped T-shirt), my first original design, Sing Song, my first panda, and little Oliver (tartan bow). <br />
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Then Webster (the biggest bear I've made) called out to be introduced, and Kenneth immediately made himself at home on Webster's lap! Sitting comfortably there, Kenneth smiled up at me and said, "Thank you for bringing me here, Nana - I love you - see you soon!" So I left him in good hands (paws), and went off with Fay for a coffee and a catch-up.<br />
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Although I miss Kenneth he is very happy and having lots of fun with his new family, and there will be plenty of opportunity for hugs when I call in for coffee with Fay. As a matter of fact, I feel like a coffee right now - see you next time.<br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-1615332354035995922013-07-29T17:44:00.001+09:302013-07-29T17:44:48.628+09:30Furgle Faces Fear and Finds a Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Furgle enjoys beading with friends, offering helpful advice and keeping as close to the yummy snacks as possible.<br />
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Furgle also dreams of rescuing damsels in distress astride his mighty steed and doing deeds of derring do, but likes
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Recently Furgle was startled by a rather intimidating picture on the wall <i>above</i> the mantelpiece, but the small ceramic
goats <i>on</i> the mantelpiece weren't scary at all. After awhile, and remembering his dreams of derring do, Furgle felt brave enough to tackle the real thing - Bev's pet goats in the back yard. </div>
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The real thing was even larger than the picture on the wall, and at first Furgle was worried. </div>
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However, after formal introductions were made, and it was established that both parties came in peace, Furgle was allowed to get 'up close and personal', and was then invited to lunch. Thankfully he had brought his own picnic lunch, because the goats' hay did not look very appetising to the young bear. On the other hand, Millie the goat was quite interested in Furgle's lunch! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>What's in your lunch, Furgle?</i></td></tr>
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So Furgle ate his lunch quickly and kept a firm eye on Millie.<br />
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Bev tells me that Millie and Furgle have become great friends, and meet regularly for play dates. Now, though, Furgle prefers to eat his lunch at home before visiting Millie.<br />
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I hear that Furgle is planning an overseas adventure with Bev soon, so I will keep you posted.<br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-66479566618246714072013-07-09T23:30:00.002+09:302013-07-10T00:04:42.106+09:30Close Encounters of the Echidna Kind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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An abundance of wildlife surrounds us at home. At any time we may see koalas or kangaroos passing by or hanging around, and possums are constant nocturnal visitors.<br />
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Bird-life abounds also. Parrots, magpies, currawongs, finches, pardalotes, honeyeaters and tiny wrens are regulars in our garden, and high overhead huge wedge-tail eagles often pass through, soaring on the updrafts, along the western side of 'our' valley.<br />
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Delightful wildlife surprises await us each day, but none more delightful or unexpected than the spiky little character who decided to grace us with his/her presence for the first time last week, and then again yesterday - an <b><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.australian-wildlife.com/Echidna-information.html" target="_blank">echidna</a></span></b>! I will call him Spike.<br />
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First Encounter</h4>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Mission accomplished</i></td></tr>
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Upon returning home late last Tuesday afternoon, I was greeted by two excited grandchildren and one grinning husband, and was escorted into the garden. They pointed to a spiky ball, digging furiously in the soil. Spike the Echidna was valiantly digging to protect his soft underbelly by burying himself so that only his spikes showed,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Let me out of here!</i></td></tr>
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They had first noticed the echidna waddling along our open verandah, and Martin rescued Spike just before he became entangled in some 'stuff' on the verandah.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Beren and Spike</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Escape!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The dig-in begins</i></td></tr>
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Martin released Spike onto the grass, and he immediately took off at high speed, ending up underneath a shrub, where he began digging his way to safety. He stayed there until later that evening, before moving on to hide-outs unknown. <br />
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Yesterday's Amazing Encounter</h4>
While out and about yesterday I received an SMS from Martin, telling me that Spike had reappeared on the verandah again. He (Martin) was in a hurry to answer the phone when he saw Spike, and then needed to get back to the shed quickly, so he raced out of the back door, jumped over Spike and kept going, forgetting all about him.<br />
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I returned home later in the afternoon, and headed indoors with my purchases. On entering the kitchen I heard what sounded like the faint whining of a dog, but couldn't work out where it was coming from. The sound was fainter near the back door, but seemed clearer when I moved toward the kitchen bench. A small step ladder stands at the end of the bench, and I glanced down at it as I approached. To my utter surprise, there, on the floor and under the ladder, was Spike! He was vainly trying to dig himself into the bench, and was whining pitifully, poor darling!<br />
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I quickly called out to Martin (in the shed), who came to rescue Spike. We deduced that Spike must have wandered in through the back door which Martin had left open in his hurry to get to the shed.<br />
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You may notice that Spike looks rather cobwebby. I think he must have found his way underneath some cupboards during his indoor internment, thus exposing my poor under-cupboard housekeeping.<br />
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After taking these pictures, we took Spike out into the fading light of the early evening, and set him free underneath an inviting tree. He immediately began digging himself in, none the worse for his adventure. I'll keep you posted, should he return again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWgvKFycmrAVbILRIyADvUw9s3wS5YR32PtjYDOMi0vxuWzhE_3RBGD7AesZUkUfzTzH-D_Y9XJrU6fSWlURE59QJ_a0rEAlA5cbwzlM8s2mYpv8Q-Ex_1KqFc4y-B4x0bOzANLvClmo/s1600/P1010445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWgvKFycmrAVbILRIyADvUw9s3wS5YR32PtjYDOMi0vxuWzhE_3RBGD7AesZUkUfzTzH-D_Y9XJrU6fSWlURE59QJ_a0rEAlA5cbwzlM8s2mYpv8Q-Ex_1KqFc4y-B4x0bOzANLvClmo/s400/P1010445.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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If you want to know more about these amazing Australian mammals, visit<span style="color: red;"> <b><a href="http://www.australian-wildlife.com/Echidna-information.html" target="_blank"><u>http://www.australian-wildlife.com/Echidna-information.html </u></a></b></span>
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-10670259564610036202013-06-29T13:22:00.000+09:302013-06-29T13:38:24.301+09:30Ruff to the Rescue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A couple of days after my last post, we (Martin, Ruff and I) left the cold southern State of South Australia and flew to balmy and beautiful Far North Queensland, tourist destination for many Australian and overseas visitors during the winter months.<br />
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Ruff enjoyed his flight, looking out the window, sharing his science magazine with Martin, but doing the crossword sudoku puzzles in the inflight magazine was the highlight of his journey to Cairns.<br />
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On arrival, we hired a car and headed for Clifton Beach, north of Cairns, to <b><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/search?q=bunbury+north" target="_blank">Bunbury North</a></b>, the home of our friends Noel and Kirsten and their critters, the Bunbury Bunch.<br />
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We were all excited, and Ruff especially so. He wasn't just on holiday - he had come to stay!<br />
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Meanwhile, at Bunbury North, the critters were excited too, and gathered to await the arrival of their visitors.<br />
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What a celebration we had as we reconnected with our friends, and were reunited with the little critters I had made and Noel and Kirsten had adopted! They (the critters) were very happy in their tropical home, but it was lovely to give each of them a big Nana Kayzy hug again. <br />
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However, I did notice Bearen Bear's wistful look as he watched his fellow critters with their special friends. This confirmed Ruff's and my rescue plan: Ruff was to be Bearen's sidekick in his adventures, his faithful doggy companion.<br />
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So it was with great joy that at the appointed time we introduced Ruff and Bearen to each other, and they immediately became best buddies.<br />
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I am sure that soon we will be reading of their exploits in a new book. I can see them now, heading off into the sunset together, Bearen riding a motorbike with Ruff sitting next to him in the side-car, barking happily at everyone they meet, and ready to rescue Bearen at a moment's notice, should his services be required.<br />
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Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that there is already a book about the adventures of Bearen, Bruce, Twinkle and other Bunbury critters - <span style="color: red;"><b><i><a href="http://bunburytales.com/" target="_blank">Bearen Bear and the Bunbury Tales</a> </i> </b></span><br />
by Kirsten Due.<br />
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It is a beautiful children's story book, available through <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/098849163X" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b> and other booksellers, or the publisher, Oil Lamp Books. <br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-64398741243803792542013-05-27T21:55:00.002+09:302013-05-27T21:55:22.226+09:30Long time no see<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Hello again - long time no see!</b><br />
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It's been 7 weeks since my last post, and during that time my mental ability to focus on blogging deserted me. It seems that I cannot multitask as well as I used to. Anyway, to ease back into blogging mode I will share some events of those 7 weeks with you, mostly with pictures (with a little explanation if needed):<br />
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Shed building and other challenges</h3>
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For some months we've been having an American barn style shed installed, a process fraught with problems. (Thankfully these now almost resolved.)<br />
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At the same time, our bore pump stopped working,<br />
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the solar installation declared defective and turned off,<br />
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A Beary Busy Time:<br /><i>(1) Adelaide Hills Doll and Bear Show</i></h4>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Annette Henderson - Dreamweaver Bears</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Linda Benson - Benson Bears</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Susan Leigh - Bearleigh Bears</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Susan Howarth - Whimsical Bears & Lena Burghardt - KP Bears</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Val Potter - Bear With Me Bears</i></td></tr>
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<b><i>(2) 3-day workshop with <a href="http://www.bensonbears.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Linda Benson (Benson Bears)</a>, Australian bear artist extraordinaire!</i></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Happy in our work - Day 1</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Linda - our excellent teacher</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Smiles of success!</i></td></tr>
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Birthday fun</h4>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Cheers!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dessert - La bombe! </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>So yummy!</i></td></tr>
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See you next time, sooner rather than later, I hope!</h3>
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-36249954368147019372013-03-21T12:17:00.000+10:302013-03-21T12:17:32.066+10:30A Grand Tale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When we became grandparents, five years ago, I began collecting soft toy critters from our local charity op shops, so that when the grandchildren were ready, the animals would be on hand.<br />
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Thus, any room or surface in our house can become a resting place for one or more of these critters (they do seem to roam around), and grandchildren
Beren (5) and Kestrel (2) always ask for a few to play with when they come, Giraffe being a firm favourite.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Kestrel's favourite Giraffe (and favourite Dad)</i></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></td></tr>
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However, recently their animal play escalated to monumental proportions, with every critter in sight being conscripted.<br />
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The children had dropped in for morning tea, but we quickly came to
realise that although the morning tea was enjoyed,<br />
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in Beren and Kestrel's eyes it was just preliminary preparation for the real business of the visit: the creation
of - you guessed it - a zoo!<br />
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The lounge room was the chosen location for our zoo and initially chaos ensued. However, under the guidance of the zoo patron (<i>moi!</i>) it was soon decided to provide separate areas for critters needing similar conditions, e.g. desert, water loving, farm, tree climbing, etc., and soon the zoo keeper (Beren) and his helper (Kestrel) were happily finding suitable food for their charges, including grass for farm animals, gum leaves for koalas, honey for bears, bamboo for pandas, and a lamb bone for the lion, who was especially hungry.<br />
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Before too long we had our first visitors to the zoo, and our zoo keeper showed them around, at the same time checking that his animals were happy in their new environment.<br />
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He brought several to the zoo hospital for treatment, and I am happy to report that all recovered quickly, thanks to the care of the zoo patron, who is also a trained critter nurse.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Look what I found in the cupboard, Nana!</i></td></tr>
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In the meantime, the enterprising zoo helper discovered that she could open the cupboard where the 'special' critters are kept, and proceeded to transport them to the zoo (I am grateful that the zoo staff are quite careful in their handling of all critters in their charge!).<br />
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POSTSCRIPT: </h3>
Because the zoo was such a successful enterprise, a follow-up visit resulted in another zoo being built. This time, however, the zoo staff lost control of their animals, and an unsuspecting zoo visitor resting on a nearby park bench was totally buried beneath a zooful!<br />
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Thankfully, he was rescued, none the worse for his adventure, and seemed in no hurry to leave the zoo.<br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-57999817296756236522013-03-04T20:52:00.003+10:302013-03-07T22:56:54.587+10:30A Three Dog Night!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Critters a-twitter!</i></td></tr>
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It was early evening, and outside Critter Cottage the birds were settling down for the night. However, inside the cottage Kayzy's Critters were all a-twitter - if non-feathered critters can twitter! Always interested in what Nana was making, part of the fun for the critters was in trying to guess what her newest creation might be. As they strained to see what Nana Kayzy working on, the guesses <span style="font-size: small;">flew</span> freely. <br />
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"It must be a bear," announced Randyll the Rabbit, a recently creation of Nana's. "The feet are too small for a rabbit," and he surveyed his substantial bunny feet with satisfaction. Randyll was a very self-assured young buck, and his confidence in his own opinion was boosted by Fur-Elise's, who thought he was the cleverest bunny she had ever met!<br />
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"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," responded Kenneth the Koala. "Mind you, being a marsupial and <i>not</i> a bear I am not an expert in beariness, but this critter-to-be appears to be developing a different sort of personality to that of a bear."<br />
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"To be sure, his head doesn't seem the right shape for a bear, you know," offered O'Shaughnessy, who didn't often bestir himself to contradict his fellow critters - but the temptation to put the young Randyll in his place was too strong to resist.<br />
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The guesses and opinions continued to fly. "I wish <span style="color: #cc0000;"><a href="http://kaysbearsandfriends.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Wilbur</span></a><b><a href="http://kaysbearsandfriends.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> </a></b></span>were here," said Shirley dreamily. "He would be sure to know what sort of critter it is that Nana Kayzy is making." There were groans across the room. Everyone knew that Wilbur could do no wrong in Shirley's eyes, but this was too much.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Come off it, Shirl!</i></td></tr>
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"Come off it, Shirl!" cried Jo-Mo. "Why should Wilbur know any more than we do? He's a great mate, but . . ."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>It's a dog!</i></td></tr>
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Suddenly a high-pitched puppy cry of "I know, I know!" echoed by deeper doggy tones drowned out Jo-Mo's protest. Rosita (another recent addition to Nana Kayzy's fold) and Digger (famous for his <span style="color: red;"><b><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/search?q=digger+and+dennis" target="_blank">treasure hunt</a></b></span> with Dennis the Dancing Duck) then declared together, "It's a dog!" and Nana Kayzy looked up from her sewing, smiling her affirmation of their discovery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>It's a very doggy dog</i></td></tr>
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"How clever you are!" Nana said. "It <i>is</i> a dog, and a rather disreputable dog at that. I'm going to call him 'Ruff'." After this revelation Nana returned to her work, and before long it was clear to all that Ruff was indeed a dog - a very doggy dog!<br />
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"Whoo-hoo!" cried Digger, "thanks, Nana! We dogs are in the minority here, so a third woofer is just what's needed."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ruff salutes Rosita</i></td></tr>
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Little Rosita didn't say anything else, but continued watching Nana as she put the finishing touches to Ruff.<br />
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Then, without warning, Ruff suddenly turned his head and saluted Rosita, making her puppy cheeks blush to an even deeper shade of rose pink than normal.<br />
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Nana smiled to herself and thought, "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>It's a three dog night!</i></td></tr>
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<b>Postscript</b>: <i>All the critters featured in this post are available for adoption. More information on each of them may be found on our </i><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/p/for-adoption.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">For Adoption</span> </b></a><i>page or by emailing us at </i><i><span id="goog_893438098"><a href="mailto:kayzyscritters@gmail.com" target="_blank">kayzyscritters@gmail.com</a></span> </i></div>
Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-68156713590936418102013-02-17T14:04:00.000+10:302013-02-17T14:04:21.897+10:30Booff - Bear on a Mission<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Come here, Booff, and sit with me," said Nana Kayzy. "I've got something very special to tell you."<br />
Booff, very eager to have some 'special' time with Nana, climbed up onto her knee and looked up at her expectantly.<br />
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"Booff, my dear, you are a very special bear. No other bear in the whole wide world is just like you - you are one-of-a-kind - and you were created for a special purpose."<br />
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Staring wide-eyed at Nana Kayzy, Booff wondered what his 'special purpose' could be. Perhaps he might have to leave Nana's hug, and travel to far away places to discover his special purpose. He shifted uneasily on Nana's knee. He was beginning to feel a little anxious.<br />
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Nana smiled at Booff, and said reassuringly, "Now, now, there is nothing to worry about, my Booff. You know that I always have your best interests in my heart and on my mind."<br />
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Because Booff really did know that what Nana said was true, he relaxed and again looked up at Nana, waiting to hear what she would say next.<br />
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"Yesterday a very special baby boy was born into our family, Booff. This precious baby is Daniel and Naomi's firstborn, and they have named him Jasper. Now Jasper is going to need a very special bear to take care of him, and I think you are that bear. But because this is such an importance mission you have to be sure that you want to take it on. It is a lifetime mission, and will take special gifts to be able to fulfil this special purpose."<br />
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Booff was overwhelmed that Nana would think that he had the gifts needed for this great mission, and his heart leaped with joy at the thought. "Oh, Nana Kayzy, do you really think I can do it?"<br />
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"Then I accept my mission gladly, Nana!" cried Booff.<br />
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Later that day Nana Kayzy, Grandad, and Booff headed off in their car, invited by the new parents to meet Jasper.<br />
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Booff sat watching as the introductions were made, and when it was his turn he was presented to Naomi and Dan, with an explanation by Nana Kayzy that Booff had come to join their family and to help in caring for Jasper. If bears can blush, Booff did just that as Naomi took him in her arms and welcomed him into the new little family.<br />
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She hugged Booff one last time and then took him over to Jasper, who was asleep in his mother's arms.<br />
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After asking permission from Jasper's Mum and Dad, Booff moved closer, to acquaint himself more intimately with this tiny person he was to care for.<br />
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Then Nana and Grandad had the joy of nursing Jasper for the first time - and O what joy it was!<br />
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All too soon it was time to say farewell, and to leave the little family to rest. So Booff waved goodbye, already missing Nana and Grandad, but knowing his special purpose and the love of his new family filled him with a sense of destiny, hope, and even a tinge of excitement.<br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-89971910797992379422013-01-29T12:09:00.000+10:302013-01-29T12:30:44.041+10:30Notes on Nana Neglect<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I write this, there are a couple of my furry friends sitting on
the table near me, waiting, watching. . .<br />
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Yes, these
two have languished unknown
and unappreciated until today, because of Nana Neglect! However, they do not accuse; they
just sit quietly, hopefully, expectantly even, and this encourages me
to leave self-recriminations behind and get on with the job, er,
blog!<br />
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Without trying to justify my neglect, I should explain. I
am not a salesperson, and although I originally began blogging to
share my love of bearmaking, and to allow my critters be seen and
appreciated by others (and hopefully find good homes), my blog has
been more about sharing life events in general than about Kayzy's
Critters. This is partly because I do take quite a while to create a
critter, and also because there are many other interesting things to
write about, and little time to write. However, that is no excuse for
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It all started last week, when a friend kindly pointed out an
error on my blog. The problem was that I had put an incorrect email
contact on the <i>For Adoption</i> page. Logging in to correct the
fault, I then looked down the page at the last entry, and was shocked
to see that it's been almost 3 months since I updated the page. This
wouldn't be shocking, except that I have made several critters in
that time, so at the very least I should have respected their
critterhood by letting folk know they exist.<br />
Well, I apologise to you, my critters, and without further
hesitation introduce you to your blogging public.<br />
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Lah-Fing</h1>
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This young panda is full of fun. His happy face reminds me that
life is good, and to be enjoyed and celebrated, whatever may come!<br />
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His vital statistics are:<br />
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<li>Height: 33cm from tips of ears to bottom of feet<br />
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<li>Fur: black and white German Schulte mohair.<br />
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<li>Paw & footpads: Sculpted grey leather and black mohair.<br />
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<li>Eyes: Black deluxe English glass, with white ultrasuede
highlights, <br /> using black Copic pen to shade the eye area.<br />
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<li>Nose: Black embroidered<br />
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Mouth: Applied open mouth, with ultrasuede tongue
and Copic shading.</div>
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Joints: Locknuts, with wobble jointed head.</div>
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Stuffing: Polyester, with glass beads in his
tummy.</div>
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Adoption fee: AUD$175.00, plus postage and
packing.
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A small bunny with big dreams, Fur-Elise was my first attempt at
designing my own style of rabbit, with a beary look. She loves
our garden, and enjoys gathering flowers.<br />
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<li>Fur: White English mohair.<br />
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<li>Paw & footpads: Sculpted white ultrasuede, with
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<li>Eyes: Black deluxe English glass, with white ultrasuede
highlights and airbrushed shading.<br />
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<li>Ears: Cute bunny ears, wired to enable posing in different
positions, they have airbrushed ultrasuede undersides.<br />
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<li>Nose & mouth Pink embroidered, with airbrushing.</li>
<li>Tail: Cute ball of fluff! </li>
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Joints: Locknuts, with wobble jointed head.</div>
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Stuffing: Polyester, with glass beads in her
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-78056235968479994002013-01-08T14:37:00.001+10:302013-01-08T14:37:47.693+10:30A Tale of Two Teddies <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Teddy bears have a way of endearing themselves to almost everyone, including me. Whether the bears are mass produced or handmade, ancient or modern, they still tug at the heartstrings, don't they? My fascination for creating teddy bears and other critters is just as strong as when I began several years ago, but I haven't been as interested in the old ones, the bears of former days - except, that is, for two particular ancient bears of my acquaintance. What follows is the tale of these two teddies.</div>
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TALE ONE: PINKY</h4>
Pinky was my childhood companion, and continues with me to this day. She was given to me when I
was two years old and recovering from a serious illness. I am sure her devotion aided my recovery and development from the day she became mine. And Pinky's care of children didn't stop with me. She also brought up my sister and three brothers, passing from one to the other through the years, and
her appearance tells the story.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My Pinky</i></td></tr>
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Pinky has been loved so well that her
pink fur is all but gone (only few pink tufts can be seen around her neck and leg joints). She
has large patch on her chest, sewn on by my mother, who worried
that Pinky's innards were about to escape. The fabric having given way around her joints, one arm and her head are secured by my mother's stitching also. <br />
Her original amethyst coloured eyes were lost and substituted with buttons at some point, but awhile ago I found some suitable new eyes, so Pinky can see again, and keeps my hug of bears under her watchful eye. Her nose and
mouth were mostly worn away by many childhood kisses planted on her muzzle
through the years, but a delicate operation was performed, and now Pinky's gentle personality can be seen again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>A noble bear indeed!</i></td></tr>
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I discovered a few years ago that Pinky is a <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.teddyandbears.com/barton-waugh-teddy-bears/" target="_blank">Barton Waugh</a> </span>bear, manufactured in Australia in the late 1940s, but her ancestry is not important. My Pinky, faithful friend and lifetime companion, is a noble example of what teddy bears are about in this world - loving, comforting, and giving more to their owners than can be expressed in words, being good examples of what we human beings are created for too.<br />
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TALE TWO: PERCY</h4>
The first time I saw Percy was late last year, at a nearby market fair. As I walked into the hall where the market was held, Percy greeted me. There he sat, in a basket among a bunch of other elderly bears - all of whom had seen better days. Percy smiled up at me and my heart melted. I should have taken a picture of him there, amid his sad companions, to remind me of the momentous meeting, but time was short and I needed to set up my own table, so I just smiled back at him and moved on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Smile, everyone!</i></td></tr>
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Having sorted out my table and settled the critters (who often need encouragement when they are on show), Percy seemed to call out to me, so I introduced myself to the lady on the table next to mine (where Percy was) and asked her about him.<br />
She didn't know anything about Percy's ancestry, so with permission I removed him from the basket and posed him on my neighbour's table. I then took a picture of him, and sent it with an SMS to my friend Claire, who knows about old bears.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Percy - could you resist him?</i></td></tr>
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Claire couldn't pinpoint Percy's heritage either, but his charm had its effect on her also, so together we came to the conclusion that first Percy must be rescued - we could talk about his past (and future) later. So I made an offer for him, the offer was accepted and Percy came home with me, where he immediately made himself an indispensable member of the Carney household and hug.<br />
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We still don't know where or when Percy was born, but we know he has lived life to the full till now, and he continues to endears himself all who make his acquaintance and to make me smile.<br />
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EPILOGUE: TWO TEDDIES ARE BETTER THAN ONE</h4>
Although Pinky has been quite happy all these years without a close teddy friend, when she and Percy met I knew they belonged together.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My best friend</i></td></tr>
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Although you can live a fulfilling, productive and happy life alone, if someone comes along who understands you, empathises with sufferings experienced, remembers and laughs about things from a common past, enjoys common interests and is simply your friend, an empty space within is filled with love and peace. I have experienced this with my darling husband, Martin, whose love and companionship brings constant joy and peace to my life, <br />and also with a number of close friends and family - I am a blessed woman!<br />
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In a teddy bear way, I felt that when Pinky and Percy came together something similar happened. Just look at this picture and I am certain that you will agree.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Do you remember having lots of fur, dear? Ah yes, those were the days!</i></td></tr>
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-36385557028339818492012-12-21T09:09:00.000+10:302012-12-21T09:09:12.562+10:30Easy Christmas Recipes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's a busy time of year, isn't it? I apologise for my blogging slackness of late - so much to do, so little time!<br />
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To let you know I'm still alive, I thought I'd just quickly post 4 easy Christmas recipes which I make each year and give to friends. I hope you find them useful, too. <br />
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FRUIT SLICE (pictured in the centre of the plate)</h4>
<i>250g dried fruit, finely chopped or minced (apricots, apples, prunes, cranberries, etc)</i><br />
<i>2 cups coconut</i><br />
<i>1 cup icing sugar</i><br />
<i>2/3 cup sweetened condensed milk</i><br />
<i>Extra coconut, crushed nuts or icing sugar (to coat the slice or balls)</i><br />
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<li>Mix all ingredients (coating) together, and form into small balls or a long roll.</li>
<li>Toss in extra coconut, icing sugar or crushed nuts. </li>
<li>Set in refrigerator. </li>
<li>If you have rolled your mix, when it is firm, cut into small circles, as pictured. </li>
<li>In hot weather, it may be advisable to keep in the refrigerator. However, I have not needed to do this. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Fruit slice and Easy Coconut Macaroons</i></td></tr>
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EASY COCONUT MACAROONS (pictured around the plate edge - and one on top!)</h4>
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<i>2-1/2 cups coconut</i></div>
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<i>3/4 cup castor sugar</i></div>
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<i>2 Tablespoons self-raising flour</i></div>
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<i>1 large egg</i></div>
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<i>1/4 cup milk</i></div>
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<i>1/2 teaspoon vanilla</i></div>
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<li>Put coconut, sugar and sifted flour into a mixing bowl.</li>
<li>Stir in lightly beaten egg, milk and vanilla.</li>
<li>Mix all ingredients together well.</li>
<li>Roll mixture into walnut-sized balls, pressing well together.</li>
<li>Place on oven trays, lined with aluminium foil (no need to grease)</li>
<li>Bake in moderate oven 25-30 minutes or until golden brown. (Makes about 30).</li>
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ALMOND BREAD</h4>
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<i>3 egg whites</i><br />
<i>1/2 cup castor sugar</i><br />
<i>1 cup plain flour</i><br />
<i>125g (4 oz) whole unblanched almonds </i><br />
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<li>Beat egg whites until soft peaks form, gradually add castor sugar, and beat until dissolved.</li>
<li>Fold in sifted flour and whole almonds, combining well.</li>
<li>Fill into a very lightly greased loaf tin (20cm x 10cm) or 2 small tins (20cm x 7cm). Bake in a moderate oven 30-40 minutes.</li>
<li>Leave in the tin until completely cold. Wrap in aluminium foil and put aside for 1-2 days.</li>
<li>Using a very sharp knife, cut into wafer thin slices.</li>
<li>Place slices on oven tray, put into a slow oven 20 minutes or until slices are completely dry and crisp.</li>
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LEBKUCHEN (GINGERBREAD)</h4>
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<i>60g butter</i><br />
<i>2/3 cup golden syrup</i><br />
<i>1-3/4 cups plain flour</i><br />
<i>1 teaspoon bicarbonate of sodea</i><br />
<i>1/2 teaspoon ground ginger</i><br />
<i>1/2 teaspoon cardamom</i><br />
<i>1/2 teaspoon cinnamon</i><br />
<i>1/2 teaspoon ground cloves</i><br />
<i>1/2 teaspoon cocoa</i><br />
<i>30g mixed peel</i><br />
<i>2 Tablespoons plain flour, extra</i><br />
<i>Raspberry or strawberry jam</i><br />
<i>125g dark chocolate</i><br />
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<li>Melt butter over low heat in medium sized saucepan</li>
<li>Add golden syrup, bring to boil, remove from heat and leave standing for 10 minutes.</li>
<li>Add sifted dry ingredients, milk and finely chopped peel, stir with wooden spoon until smooth, cover, stand at room temperature for 1-1/2 hours. The mixture will become thicker.</li>
<li>After this time, turn mixture onto a surface dusted with the extra flour. Knead lightly, workin on only enough of the flour until the mix loses its stickiness.</li>
<li>Roll out the mix to about 3mm (1/8 inch) thickness. Cut out with cookie cutters in Christmas shapes or hearts (I had to use teddy bears also!) Place on lightly greased trays, leaving a little room between each for spreading.</li>
<li>Using the end of a wooden spoon, gentlypush an indentation into centre of the biscuit, being careful not to push right through. Fill with a dot of jam.</li>
<li>Bake in moderate oven 8-10 minutes or until golden. Leave on trays until completely cold.</li>
<li>Melt chocolate in microwave, 30 seconds at a time until melted enough. Alternatively, melt chocolate in a bowl or double saucepan over simmering water. </li>
<li>Cover the base of each biscuit with chocolate, either by dipping or spreading with a knife. Wipe off excess around the edges, and place jam-side down on trays until chocolate is firm. This should make approx. 40-70, depending on how thinly you roll out the dough.</li>
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Welcome to RusaLena, who recently began following this erratic blogger, </h4>
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-91538378677070947682012-11-21T15:53:00.001+10:302012-11-22T08:39:04.210+10:30There's still a Spring in my step<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The paddocks near our house are beginning to change from green to a pale browny gold colour, as we near the end of Spring in the Adelaide Hills.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of our paddocks browning off</td></tr>
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Our garden is still looking lovely though, and a thrill runs through me as I wander around, taking in the sights and smells of our unruly but lush (at present) garden. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roses, lavender, viburnum, chrysathemum, geranium, plumbago, etc. etc.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Geraniums</td></tr>
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Throughout Spring I've tried unsuccessfully to capture with my little digital camera the vibrancy of
the new life all around me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Austin's <i>Graham Thomas</i> rose</td></tr>
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Nevertheless these
pictures still give a little glimpse of the prodigality of the season and its Creator.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Tequila Sunrise</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Purple irises with <i>Golden Celebration </i>rose</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mystery rose (root stock from a dead <i>Abraham Darby</i>, I think)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Evelyn, </i>another David Austin rose</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Children's Rose</i></td></tr>
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Roses are my favourite flowers and our garden reflects this,<br />
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but everything living, growing thing has its own glory - even the weeds that share the garden beds with the plants we want there! <br />
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Soon we will take on the challenge of keeping the garden alive through
the warmer months, and I will dream of cooler weather again. But for
now I will just drink in the beauty around me, and be thankful for today.<br />
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P.S. Guess who I found while I was wandering in the garden just now? Kelvin (I name all visiting koalas Kelvin) was grunting away in a tall gum tree just outside our house fence, so I just had to share him with you too. I am a blessed woman!</div>
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-3650609202608752172012-11-19T10:00:00.003+10:302012-11-21T09:02:12.132+10:30Eat a Pie Floater and Prosper<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>First, let me apologise for a lapse in posting lately. Life doesn't always allow time for the luxury of blogging, but never mind - here I am now. I would normally share a new recipe on my <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/p/kayzys-kitchen.html" target="_blank">Kayzy's Kitchen</a></span> page, but given the number of times we have eaten pie floaters recently, and before the Aussie weather gets too warm to enjoy this dish, I have decided to feature my version of the great South Australian Pie Floater here as well. I hope you will be inspired to give it a go!</b></span></div>
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<i>The star of this dish is the soup, which is delicious on its own -
and addictive! But if you want to use it as the main component of a
homemade <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.thepiecart.com.au/piefloater.html" target="_blank"><b>Pie Floater</b> </a> </span>(South Aussie classic), this soup will raise the
floater to a higher level of culinary delight!</i></div>
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<b>Curried Green Pea Soup with extras</b></div>
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500g frozen peas</div>
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200g cauliflower, chopped</div>
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100g Silverbeet or spinach, chopped</div>
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50g reduced fat butter or margarine (I used Devondale Light)</div>
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2-3 Tablespoons flour</div>
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2 teaspoons curry powder</div>
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4 cups water</div>
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3 teaspoons chicken stock powder</div>
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2 Tablespoons chopped fresh mint</div>
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salt, pepper</div>
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Optional: ½ cup evaporated milk, cream or fresh milk</div>
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<li style="text-align: left;">Boil water in a large saucepan<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Add peas, cauliflower and spinach to water, reduce
heat and cook until tender.<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Remove vegetables and water from the pan to a
bowl. If you have a stick blender, proceed to step 4. If not, puree
the vegetables, mint and a little of the vegetable water in a food
processor or blender until smooth, then proceed.
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<li style="text-align: left;">Heat butter in the pan, add flour and curry
powder, stir until combined. Remove pan from the heat.<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Gradually add vegetable water to the pan, stirring
well to combine and prevent lumps forming.<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Return pan to the heat, add stock powder, and stir
until stock boils and thickens.
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<li style="text-align: left;">Reduce heat, add the vegetables and fresh mint to
the pan, and blend with stick blender.<br />
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Reheat the soup, test for seasoning and add salt
and pepper if needed. If desired, add optional evaporated milk,
cream or milk to the soup and reheat before serving, but I think
this soup is delicious enough without this option. Serves 4-6.<br />
<i>Note:
Cauliflower and spinach may be omitted from this recipe without
affecting the flavour, but I think their inclusion makes the soup
yummier. </i>
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<li style="text-align: left;">Buy (or make) meat pies – any variety will do, but plain
meat pies are fine. (I will add a recipe for meat pie at a later
stage.)<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Reheat pies in a moderate oven until hot (15 minutes).<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Pour a good serve of curried pea soup in a large soup or pasta bowl, allowing room for the addition of a pie.<br />
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Place a pie (upside down if you are a traditionalist) on top of the soup in each bowl, and watch it sink!</li>
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Swirl
a splodge of tomato sauce or ketchup on top, and serve!
If you are really bold, add a dash of vinegar also. I don't think this
adds anything to the dish, but some pie floater officianados swear by
it.</div>
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<i>Note: You will need a soup spoon to eat this culinary
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-43411046276142271792012-10-31T13:01:00.003+10:302012-11-01T22:02:43.596+10:30Woodend Teddy Bear Show - We Love it!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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with friends.
The show is held in the lovely town of Woodend in
the Macedon Ranges of Victoria on the last
Sunday of October.<br />
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In preparation for the trip, I took photos of new critters. Here are four recent additions to the hug:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the left: <i>Duggie, Kenneth, Lah-Fing, Fur-Elise</i></td></tr>
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and four more who wanted me to show them off!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the left: <i>Digger, Babette, Joh-Moh, Duffy</i></td></tr>
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Just before leaving I place my critters into their travelling bag. They do not like it much, but are willing to endure the confined space for a limited time.<br />
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The 700 kilometre drive to Woodend is most enjoyable. We travel through rural
South Australia and Victoria, and there's plenty to see. However, we had a late start this year and travelled through the night, so we
didn't see much of the countryside. However, Martin is always fun to travel with, and at one point, whilst having coffee and lamingtons we drove, Martin showed me his own special way of eating lamingtons! <br />
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On Saturday afternoon we set up our display, the critters cooperating well with our desire to show them to their best advantage.<br />
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This being her first show, Fur-Elise seemed to need a little reassurance.<br />
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The evening saw us heading off to the traditional pre-show dinner
get-together and catch-up with fellow bear artists at a local
restaurant. The excellence of our friend Claire's dessert and a shark
sculpture were images Martin and couldn't resist capturing for
posterity!<br />
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Sunday morning found us back at St Ambrose Hall, and before we knew it, the doors opened and the fun began.<br />
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Many talented bear artists were at the show. Below are just a few:<br />
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I am pleased to say that two of my critters, Sandi and Scruff - close friends who till now have been inseparable - were adopted by two human friends who live close to each other, so Sandi and Scruff will be able to keep in touch.<br />
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If you would like to know about any of my critters, you will find their details on my <b>For Adoption</b> page, and I'd be pleased to provide any additional information if you email me at <b>kayzyscritters@gmail.com </b><br />
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WELCOME TO MY BLOG:<br />This post wouldn't be complete without welcoming Lyn, who recently began following this blog. I do hope you will enjoy your visits, Lyn.</h4>
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In our last post you may have read of Kenneth's misadventure with
Tusca the dog, and how it (and Tusca) shook the little koala's confidence considerably.
Well, a few days passed by, and with Nana Kayzy's reassurances and
numbers of kind and encouraging messages from sympathetic bear and
human friends, Kenneth recovered his equilibrium quite well.<br />
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In fact,
on the next scheduled bushwalk day, Nana Kayzy was surprised to find
him waiting near her backpack when she came to collect it.<br />
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“Nana, I'm ready to try again,” Kenneth said (almost bravely). “I come from a line of big and brave koalas, so maybe it'll rub off on
me if I just have a go!”<br />
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Nana Kayzy clapped her hands. “Bravo, Kenneth! 'Once more
unto the breach, dear friends . . . ' no, maybe not. How about
'Onward, forward, shout aloud, Hosanna!'?” And so saying,
she collected her backpack and Kenneth, and headed off to join
Sharyn, Nyah and Tusca again – this time with a song in her heart
and faith that all would be well.<br />
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They tumbled out of the car at Evans Road. An early Spring shower
followed by sunshine had freshened everything – grass, flowers,
trees, and even the road sparkled and shone with new life. However,
the first thing Kenneth noticed was an intoxicating smell. “Mmmm,
what's that lovely smell, Nana?”<br />
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Nana tried to think like a koala, and as she did this her nostrils
filled with the heady aroma of freshly washed gum leaves. “You're
smelling the gum leaves, Kenneth – good, isn't it?”<br />
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“Ooh, yes,” replied Kenneth dreamily.<br />
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They were walking along the bush road, Kenneth in his safe
backpack position, when he spied a very young gum tree on the edge of
the road. Bubbling up inside him came that 'big' feeling again, and
he cried, “I want to climb that tree!”<br />
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Everyone stopped in their tracks. Before he could change his mind,
Nana Kayzy quickly lifted him on to the ground, and stood back to
watch.<br />
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savouring the delicious perfume of those inviting leaves, and went
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“Yay for Kenneth the brave!” cried Nana, so proud of her
darling.<br />
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The tree may have been tiny, but the event was huge for
Kenneth.<br />
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He had found his bigness in a big way, and that's not all!
For the first time Kenneth tasted those delicious gum leaves straight
from the tree – ah, bliss!<br />
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Further along the track he
found a bigger tree and climbed that, sampling the delights of its
leaves and the joy of conquering the dizzy heights of its branches,
swinging upside down and laughing with the pleasure of it all.
Kenneth had fully embraced the bigness of the gift of life itself.<br />
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The final joy of the day came when they reached the big rock that
had caused such trouble on their last walk. Tusca trotted over to the rock,
jumped up, and sat down, looking apologetically at
Kenneth. Without a word, Kenneth made his way over to Tusca and
climbed up on the rock. Then the two just sat together in
companionable silence as if they'd been friends for years, resting and pondering beary and doggy things.<br />
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As if it was necessary to celebrate the occasion even further, the
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What a BIG day! The words
of a poet from long ago came to Nana Kayzy as she smiled at the unlikely pair on the rock. “This is the day that the Lord has made – we
will rejoice and be glad in it!”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kenneth is so brave and big now, he is ready for adoption. <br />If you are interested, please go to my <span style="color: red;"><b><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/p/for-adoption.html" target="_blank">For Adoption</a></b></span> page.</i></span></div>
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Kenneth awoke that morning and knew something was different. He
had a 'big' feeling welling up in his furry tummy, and a tiny shiver
of excitement went through him. When Nana Kayzy came down for
breakfast she found Kenneth actually relaxing in a lounge chair by the window, and thought
he definitely had a different look about him – an almost big and brave look.<br />
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“Hmmm,” she thought, “I think today is a good day to
implement my plan.”<br />
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The brand new day outside was sparkling in the sunshine, a light
breeze was blowing, and the bush seemed to beckon to both Nana and<i>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">Kenneth,” said Nana Kayzy,
“how would you like to explore the bush this morning?”</span><br />
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To her surprise, Kenneth answered
without hesitation, “I <i>would</i> like to try that, Nana, but I don't
know how.”</div>
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“<span style="font-style: normal;">That's all right, dear. We'll
explore together – it's going to be such fun!”</span><br />
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After breakfast, Nana packed her
backpack with jacket, water, and other necessities, and the two
intrepid explorers stepped out into the sunshine, with Nana carrying
Kenneth. The warmth of the sun caressed them and drew them on, and
Kenneth felt his 'big' feeling growing. They were soon joined by Sharyn, her granddaughter Nyah, and Tusca
the dog, and together they made their way by car to Evans Road, with Kenneth
sitting on Nana's lap, staring wide-eyed out of the car window at the
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The group disembarked from the car at the appointed spot, and
Kenneth, wondering what was coming, found himself being comfortably
positioned in Nana Kayzy's backpack, lifted onto her back, and then
they were off.<br />
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“Ooh, this is a lovely way to explore the bush, Nana!” cried
Kenneth.<br />
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“Glad you like it, Kenneth. Keep your eyes peeled – this track
has lots of lovely surprises in store.”<br />
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They had only gone 100 metres or so, when the little group came
across a huge kangaroo grazing in the bush just off the road.<br />
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Nana
grabbed her camera and managed to capture this magnificent animal
digitally before he tired of his audience and 'boinged' away to find denser bush.<br />
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Continuing on, the explorers feasted their eyes on native
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“What next?” thought Kenneth,
thoroughly enjoying this new experience, and feeling very big and
brave in Nana's backpack.<br />
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Around a bend in the road they paused, and Nana lifted Kenneth out
of the backpack and onto a large rock. Tusca, fascinated by this
furry phenomenon, approached the rock and sat down next to Kenneth,
sniffing him curiously.<br />
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Then suddenly, Tusca - unable to resist temptation any longer - seized Kenneth in her
mouth!<br />
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Panic set in – Kenneth's newly found big and brave feeling
was swamped by a huge wave of fear and dread, and he felt
helpless and very small indeed. Sharyn and Nana Kayzy rushed to
Kenneth's aid and retrieved him from Tusca's mouth.<br />
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Kenneth,
trembling, needed immediate comfort and reassurance, and all three
girls took it in turns to soothe his shattered nerves with big
cuddles.<br />
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Nana was particularly shaken by this close call for her beloved
Kenneth, and decided he needed a little more time to recover from his
trauma before proceeding with her plan to liberate Kenneth's inner
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So, Nana Kayzy gently reinstalled Kenneth to his safe
backpack position, and they continued on their way, Kenneth biting his paw nervously, all his newfound bigness and braveness forgotten.<br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-67517875942715877342012-09-26T14:20:00.001+09:302012-09-27T08:44:40.621+09:30Kenneth the Koala - Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nana Kayzy noticed straightaway that Kenneth was different.<br />
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Not for him the usual curiosity of a young koala, or a zest for the great outdoors, like his elder brothers, Kelvin and Keiffe.<br />
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Instead, Kenneth would sit on a windowsill in the kitchen or loungeroom, gazing into the distance with a wistful expression on his face.<br />
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Nana tried to encourage Kenneth to take his first steps out into the garden, but Kenneth would not be moved from his windowsill vantage point, and hunkered down as if his life depended on remaining in that spot. So Nana Kayzy decided to leave the little fellow to his dreams for awhile.<br />
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A day or two later, on a beautiful sunshiny day, it was time. Nana Kayzy retrieved Kenneth from his windowsill, gathered him up in her arms, and sat down in a comfy chair. Holding him up to her face, Nana looked at him intently.<br />
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"Kenneth, my dear, won't you tell me why don't you want to go out into the lovely sunshine and explore the bush?" As Kenneth looked wide-eyed at Nana he trembled, and she saw a flicker of fear flit across his furry face.<br />
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"Oh, Nana - it's so big out there, and I'm not very big at all. I feel safer just looking out of the window at all that bigness."<br />
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Nana Kayzy gave the little chap a big hug, and then together they continued to look out at the beautiful sunny greenness of the cottage garden and bush beyond.<br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-47564100973314789902012-09-12T09:50:00.000+09:302012-09-12T14:29:34.638+09:30Spring has sprung!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What glorious weather - I love spring! All around us is evidence that here in the Adelaide Hills it has finally sprung. Outside the sun is shining, and up the hill I can see our neighbour's horses contentedly grazing on our pasture, basking in the sunshine.<br />
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A symphony (or cacophony) of happy birds surrounds me, and the bird baths are getting a real work-out, with White Naped honeyeaters doing laps of the pool, watched by their mates,<br />
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and New Holland honeyeaters simply revelling in a wonderful splash around!<br />
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Driving up our track to the road I come across a neighbour's ewe with her newborn lamb. This protective mother kindly allows me take some pictures of her precious baby.<br />
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My neighbour Sharyn, Tuska the dog and I head off for one of our regular walks on this beautiful day.<br />
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Through the bush the spring wildflowers are just beginning to emerge, and on a day like this it's just good to be alive! <br />
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Then on the way home, down our track we come across three cheeky Sulphur-crested cockatoos, feeding on nutgrass.<br />
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and as I approach our side gate, I pass the beautiful rosemary bush in full flower, intermingling with viburnum. What a day!<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">WELCOME TO A NEW FOLLOWER</span></i></h4>
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A warm welcome to Ana Garcia, who has just joined the little company of friends who follow our blog. Ana makes the tiniest and most exquisite porcelain mini babies. Her blog is <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://misminipekes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">misminipekes.blogspot.com</a></span></span></i></div>
Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-6528386353270309622012-09-03T23:48:00.000+09:302012-09-04T15:58:53.310+09:30A Furry Friend is Found!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm sure we all have one or more treasured possessions whose worth to us is far beyond its monetary value. One of my most precious possessions is My Furry Hat.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My Furry Hat</i></td></tr>
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The hat was purchased for me in 2003 by my husband, Martin, when we visited the wonderful Salamanca Market in Hobart (Tasmania), at Grizzly Hatters. It is a handsome hat, made of New Zealand possum fur* and sheepskin, but I was a reluctant recipient of this gift. However, Martin said it looked great on me and would be very useful, and I could tell he really wanted me to have it, so I relented - the hat was mine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My furry hat and I, just after we became friends (on Mt Wellington, Tasmania)</i></td></tr>
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I didn't realise at the time how precious this hat would become. However, from the moment My Furry Hat (MFH) and I were united in 'furhatimony', I have not ceased to be thankful for it, and for my darling husband, whose wisdom is far greater than mine (most of the time).<br />
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The winter weather in the Adelaide Hills is often cold, wet and windy, and I quickly realised MFH's wondrous way of keeping my head warm - we became inseparable. Over the years MFH did go AWOL at times, and I would cry, "I can't find MY FURRY HAT!" A concerted search would ensue, and whoever was with me at the time joined in the rescue operation until it was located - often under a car seat, left at a friend's home, at work, at my physiotherapist's rooms or in some other obscure spot. <br />
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However, on a fateful day in late May MFH went missing and could not be found. I searched everywhere I had been that day, and asked everyone I met, including the local police. I returned a couple of times to search the remote track where my neighbour and I had gone for a bushwalk that day.<br />
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After awhile and much grieving I came to terms with the loss of MFH, and two months passed. My neighbour returned from a long holiday in the bush, and we resumed our weekly walks along that remote track. With a long winter almost over and both of us in need of extra exercise, we decided to add another walk to our weekly regime, and last Tuesday set off with enthusiasm.<br />
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On our return journey we came across a walker we had met before on our walks. He greeted us with, "Have either of you lost a leather hat?"<br />
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"Yes, I have!" I cried.<br />
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The gentleman told us he had picked up MFH on the track two months earlier, and thinking it might belong to one of us had kept it in his car. When he saw our cars parked in their usual place, he left the hat under a windscreen wiper of my friend's car, and came looking for us. How kind!<br />
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And what rejoicing followed MFH's return safe and sound to its unworthy owner! I feel a little like the widow in a story Jesus told. She had lost something precious, and when<span class="text Luke-15-9" id="en-ESV-25589"><span class="woj"> it was found, she called together her friends and neighbors,
saying, "Rejoice with me, for I have found what I lost!’"</span></span><br />
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<span class="text Luke-15-9" id="en-ESV-25589"><span class="woj">So rejoice with me - My Furry Hat is found! </span></span><br />
<span class="text Luke-15-9" id="en-ESV-25589"><span class="woj"> </span></span> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Rejoice with me!</i></td></tr>
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<i>* First imported from Australia in 1837, possums have become a real pest in New Zealand. To read more go to <a href="http://www.kcc.org.nz/possums/" target="_blank">http://www.kcc.org.nz/possums/</a></i><br />
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Kayzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03164757762563877103noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813595967559822712.post-62932043758466198132012-08-23T14:40:00.002+09:302012-08-23T14:53:29.772+09:30Digger and Dennis - Trainee Treasure Hunters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Hurry, Dennis! We've got to get out into the garden before it's too late." It had been a beautiful day and the winter sun was still shining, but
the shadows were beginning to lengthen in the late afternoon.<br />
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Digger grabbed his fork and shovel and off he went, closely followed by Dennis, waddling as fast as his short ducky legs would allow. Their plan was to look for buried treasure in the short time available to them before sunset. <br />
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First stop was the herb garden. In a nice spot near the alyssum and rosemary Dennis and Digger began exploring but, although very pretty, this didn't seem to be quite the sort of place for buried treasure.<br />
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Moving on, in the front garden underneath a rose tree and near the snowdrops, they found another likely location for digging, It was here that Digger discovered he was ambidextrous, as he cleverly handled both shovel and fork with equal skill.<br />
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Dennis was full of admiration for his friend's bi-paw digging ability, but neither of them felt satisfied that what they were looking for was in this garden either. So on they went, as the sun sank lower in the western sky.<br />
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By the time they reached the cottage garden and near the nasturtiums (a place with excellent potential), both treasure hunters were beginning to feel a little weary. However, Dennis said to Digger encouragingly,<br />
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And then, just as they were both about to get right down to it, who should appear on the scene but Nana Kayzy.<br />
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"Hello, dear ones - what are you up to?"<br />
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"Looking for buried treasure, Nana," Digger answered. "We're sure it must be hidden here."<br />
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"Well, my dears, it's getting very cold and the sun is almost gone. I think you should wait until tomorrow to find that treasure. If you're right, it will still be there tomorrow. Why don't you come inside to the warm fire, and tell the other critters what you've been doing?"<br />
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Digger the Dog and Dennis the Dancing Duck only hesitated for a moment. The thought of a warm fire, a nice dinner and an evening with friends was much more inviting than staying out in the cold.<br />
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Digger collected his tools, picked up Dennis in his arms, and followed Nana Kayzy into the nice warm cottage and the furry warmth of the hug. After all, good friends are the best treasure anyone can find.<br />
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<b><i>Digger</i></b> is still with me at Critter Cottage and is available for adoption. His information is on my<span style="color: magenta;"> </span><a href="http://kayzyscritters.blogspot.com.au/p/for-adoption.html" style="color: magenta;" target="_blank">For Adoption</a> page. </div>
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As I write this, <b><i>Dennis the Dancing Duck</i> </b>is preparing to fly to Far North Queensland, where he will be welcomed into a new family who assure me they dance frequently and have lots of water nearby for Dennis's delight. We will miss you, Dennis!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>A warm welcome to Carolyn Robbins,</b> a new follower of our blog. I know you will enjoy visiting Carolyn's excellent bear blog </span><a href="http://www.warmheartbears.com/wordpress" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">Warm Heart Bears</a><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span>(very cute), and this will also lead you on to her </span><a href="http://rosecottagedolls.com/wordpress/" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">Rose Cottage Dolls</a><span style="color: #990000;"> and </span><a href="http://www.thepatchworkark.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;" target="_blank">Patchwork Ark</a><span style="color: #990000;"> blogs. Carolyn is a very busy and clever lady!</span></i></span></div>
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