Comments on: A Penthouse Apartment at Casa Adobe

By: Marketman

Marketman — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 00:21:22 +0000

Cris, you may very well be correct. :)

By: Cris Jose

Cris Jose — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 06:54:36 +0000

me thinks the bird is called maya (one maya only) .. not to be confused with maya-maya the fish… which reminds me of a friend who was once asked by Japanese nationals what is a maya-maya… to which she nonchalantly replies… Ït’s our national bird!!!!” LOL…

By: Connie C

Connie C — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 13:17:31 +0000

Hi betty q. I have been glued to archive postings re Cebu EB that seem to be never ending. I already emailed Tessa about my reservation. How ’bout you? And do make a PP stop over, serious!

Re pineapples, tho I love them ( hubby does) my teeth won’t take them no matter how sweet. I don’t know its acidity or osteopenia is eating my dental enamel, but thanks for the tips re pineapple heads. We are not so lucky in my neck of the woods to get as much variety as yours.

Alas, the chirpy birds have not returned to their nestings under the deck since we had to clean it up for painting, but there’s enough bushes around, perhaps more hospitable than the deck. Also I see fireflies between 6 and 8 PM, ( haven’t seen them for a while) and it is a delight watching them every evening at sundown. See, no pesticides in my garden or in the neighborhood it seems. Your favorite bees? I got a sting in my posterior while squatting weeding my garden and disturbing them while they hovered over my flowers. Will wear thicker pants next time.

By: consol

consol — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 22:37:57 +0000

Awwww … your post reminded me yet again of our beloved little brown maya, Chirpy. We never did find out the gender, but it did not matter. A lovable bundle of feathers when he/she came to our lives, naging super-tame sya. When you call out Chirpy’s name, you would first hear the soft flutter of wings and then you’d feel tiny claws on our hands or shoulders (and even on my husband’s leg as he lounged on the rocking chair). He/she was free to fly throughout our little home, and kept me company as i puttered around in the kitchen … of course darting at little tidbits or beating a strand of pancit canton ‘to death.’ Our avian friend loved to sleep against my chest as I rested on the rocking chair. When we brought the bird out to the garden and to eventual freedom, he/she flew over back to the front door, as if wanting to go in! I so miss our little birdie who brightened our lives for six months. My children and i were heartbroken when one day Chirpy was found lifeless in his sleeping box. *sigh* forgive my lugubrious lapse down memory lane. I know all mayas look alike, so drab and so ordinary, but in our hearts Chirpy is special and much-loved.

i am constantly on the lookout for other fledglings who just might fall out of the nests that are in various areas in the house. To date, no such luck.

By: mudra

mudra — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 02:45:18 +0000

Funny! Happy Father’s Day! =)