Adopted by the baby-dove

Baby bird on the lap

So, here I am, doing what we do on a weekend morning when this baby-dove bird fell off the nest. It happens a lot, I know, but this one decided to fall right at the patio’s door, asking for help. I must say that my first instinct was to grab the camera and take the shot, but I soon realized that I was about to embark on a mission.

For those who don’t know me well, I have an elderly micro-toy poodle, wobbly on the legs, blind and deaf. Sometimes I have to feed him on the mouth and at the moment he is wearing geriatric dippers as this saves me a lot of cleaning. I just wish that, when I get old someone will take care of me too. Now, I had a bird in the hand. The saying goes that this is better than a thousand sparrows flying,  but I don’t know.

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I’ve always believed that birds should be free to fly around,  but this little creature didn’t even know he had wings. As it happens, I do eat like a bird, and I had some seeds in the pantry, which I shoved down his throat as he opened this big beak. Mike wanted to name the bird and I said ‘no, we get attached and I want him to learn how to fly’. At the Petshop I found this seed mixture super extra-strength, which looked fine but I could see the bird’s eyes dilating, his voice altering as he ate and stretched the wings, feeling the power.

I had some hallucinations that suddenly, he  would become this teenage mutant ninja turtle, enslaving us in our own house, while trying out his plans to dominate the world.

A week and various physiotherapy sections later, we had our last breakfast together. I noticed that his voice had changed and he was a little aggressive. I let him out in the yard and went about my business, and that was it, when I came back to check on him, he was gone.

I  believe  he flew away as it happens with birds. The empty nest syndrome wanted to creep in, but I decided not to let myself fall for that:  life goes on, we move on, and we are worth more than many sparrows.

All I have now are pictures. I do miss him, though.

First days
Time to eat
Processed with Blackie
An improvised nest
The power seed
He was always at me feet 

Photo du jour

The baby dove

This happened in the evening.

I did try to keep the baby-bird to myself, and it was more than willing to stay nested on my hand. Sometimes, though, we just have to let nature takes its course. I found a nest on a tree and tucked it back in it.

Life everyday lessons.

Tech hangover

If there is anyone interested in the details of my ordinary life, something has to be said after a severed finger on the blender, a tooth extracted by my talented dentist and a disastrous hair cut. The bad hair cut is what bother me the least, as they say that hair do grow back. As for the tooth…

Between one pill and another, I decided that it was time to spring clean my digital life and that was when I found out that I needed at least 2 extra lives to be able to do it all. Amazing. I come from a time when the delete button would do the job, but no, now we have the freaking Cloud, the invisible back ups, endless-useless copies, and the files that go through a sort of mitosis. There is no App for that. Tech hangover for 3 days.

Mike looks at me with a mixture of pity and oblivion. The old poodle sleeps through it all as I operate on my laptop. If I could, I’d go breaking all the terabytes and my computer would be like those we see in the movies, click, pow! opening 34 different windows, WITH IMAGES, just like that.

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As everything has two sides, A and B, it was good and bad. Not bad as turning for worse, but when we tide stuff up, we run out of excuses. Inanimate things have a way of catching up with me, so now, I have to work on the blog and this is a never ending job. The good side of it is that I can do it without losing the extra life that I have left, which is busy getting ready for the next trip.

I’ll be going to Brazil to see the family and to avoid the Olympic Games.

Only after my tooth has grown back, though.


My ordinary life and William Copley


2016 | Young age | Gouache on board| By Tati Vice

When I looked and it was June, half the year was gone already. Hobby Lobby has all the July 4th decorations ready to go, and soon it will be time for the Xtmas trees. In Houston, it has been raining since 1845, with floods that reach France and Argentina together, and in Brazil things seem to be er… a little off centre. As usual, I have NOT comply to any of my non-New Year’s resolutions, which in a way, makes me feel quite good, but I’ve been keeping up with the news.

One of the things I like to do, as my 5 readers are well aware, is to cook. Before I go into the bloody mess,  I should say that, I shall not publish disgusting photos of my stitches or of my severed index finger. Things like that irks me. That’s why I still live in the time when we wrote letters to each other and, if we had to tell the person of our little mishaps, photos were definitely not included. I won’t go into much detail, I shall only say that, I may or may not have turned on the blender and well, I shall leave at that. All I can say is, typing has been a little slower than usual.

This bloody event reminded me of a story I heard on the moth radio a while ago. This poor chap, Ed Gavagan, survived being stabbed by a gang in NY, followed by a car crash, and if you are not doing anything interesting, you can hear his story in the Moth Radio page, here. I find it beautiful how the human body can heal, indeed a miracle, as I look at my own skin and see things trying to return to a normal finger tip.

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Last weekend I went to see an exhibition of the works of  William Copley, of whom I’d never heard before. I say things like that because I do believe in confessing my ignorance, it makes me a better and clever person. As I was looking at the huge canvases and the way he seemed to paint with total freedom, I read in the exhibition leaflet that he was a self-taught artist and would get his inspiration from porn magazines and other photographs, hence a certain obsession on the theme. They say inspiration is everywhere, and I agree, it is, what you do with it is what matters.

So, I’m taking my inspiration in everyday life and from the people that live in my head. I have embarked into a new project with a friend and should be fun to show the work to the people that booked all the cheap Airbnbs for the summer in Sag Harbor, NY. We will be in a studio/ gallery for the weekend and that’s all the details I have.  Summer is coming.