[*smirk*] 3.35 am... The ningen was supposed to go to bed about 3 hours ago - ye gods even Ken noticed she was stressed and growled at her to try and take things easy... - but she likes the peace and quiet of this time of night...

She says she's skimmed through the whole dictionary and has found that there are an astonishing number of words for birds, trees, lizards (useful, that) non-edible plants, and fish, but not an awful lot for native edible veg and fruit. (I think she's come to the conclusion that native Australians are carnivores - which is fine by her....) She's also noted that there are two words for penis (carloo, menane) and four words for breast (ipi, mundi, namma, ngumpura) but nothing in the book for other reproductive organs... Thorough, you see. Not obsessive, oh dearie me no...

.... You dress your otters in tutus.... uhuh.... OK.... Have you mentioned this to Arrum? [quiet growl] .... just as long as you never try to get me into one....


Feed the nestling warm minced meat (anything will do), tiny, tiny portions, dropping them into its beak with a pair of tweezers if you have them. Unles you feel inclined to mince up worms or insects, this is the best thing for it. It's rare for birds that young to survive out of the nest, but at least you'd be doing your best. Then if it's going to die it will die warm, full, comfortable and cherished, which is about the most any living thing could hope for.

[nuzzle] Sweet and stress-free season to you, tenshi...