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Tuesday 25 December 2012
Monday 24 December 2012
...and 1 quail in a Christmas tree
As I sit down to write my last post before Christmas Day it is as if I can hear the faint jingling of bells and a very soft but evident "Ho, ho.,ho!" coming from what seems to be the north pole. There is It is as if there is 4 feet of snow on the ground and it is as if all the loving members of my family are roasting chestnuts of an open fire and singing beautiful Christmas Carols together in unison (isn't Christmas the best :). Thank you to all near and far who have been checking back everyday and counting down the last 5 days (before) Christmas with us. This marvelous event would not have been possible without viewers like you. And so I'm offering this simple phrase for kids (and quails) from one to ninety two although its been said many times many ways Merry Christmas to you (Gimpy and I sure do enjoy our holiday plagiarism).
On the last day (before) Christmas,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! Happy Holidays!
-Hannah Johnston
CEO of ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca
Oh yes and I almost forgot...
On the last day (before) Christmas,
ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca sent to me:
5 buys for quail's and their lovers,
4 things you should (and should not) say or do with your quail this Christmas
3 naughty (and nice) factors to take into consideration while purchasing gifts for your quail.
2 Nights Before Christmas (original poem) by: Gimpy
And a quail in a Christmas tree!
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| CAN YOU SPOT GIMPY? |
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| DON'T WORRY GIMPY MADE HERSELF VERY MUCH AT HOME IN OUR TREE. |
Sunday 23 December 2012
Twas 2 Nights before Christmas
With only two nights left to go (yay!) I a very special friend of mine decided to read Gimpy the Ultimate Christmas Classic AKA T'was The Night before Christmas and let's just say Gimpy was "inspired" to write her own original poem which is in fact very original.
So anyway on the 2nd day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
Twas Two Nights Before Christmas (original poem) by: Gimpy
Twas 2 Nights before Christmas
by: Hannah Johnston Gimpy
Twas two nights before Christmas, when all through the cage
Not a creature was stirring, not even a quail.
The stockings were hung by the feeder with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas who is a quail soon would be there.
The quail were nestled all snug in their sand boxes,
While visions of hard boiled chicken egg danced in their heads.
And mamma quail underneath the light bulb , and I tucked away under the straw,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a quail.
The stockings were hung by the feeder with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas who is a quail soon would be there.
The quail were nestled all snug in their sand boxes,
While visions of hard boiled chicken egg danced in their heads.
And mamma quail underneath the light bulb , and I tucked away under the straw,
Had just settled our small brains down with no worries at all.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my straw to see what was the matter.
Away to the chicken wire I fluttered like a flash,
Tore open the plastic cover and then heard a large bash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than quails his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Opening the cage door St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of hard boiled chicken eggs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his wing aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up and out the cage door he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my straw to see what was the matter.
Away to the chicken wire I fluttered like a flash,
Tore open the plastic cover and then heard a large bash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than quails his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Opening the cage door St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of hard boiled chicken eggs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his wing aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up and out the cage door he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
(maybe I should teach Gimpy about the art of plagiarism)
P.S- I know what you're thinking. You are thinking that this post is 100% fiction and exists for entertainment purposes only. That's where you're wrong and I hate having to do this but I guess I'm going to have to prove it. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Want proof?
Click video below and be amazed.
P.S- I know what you're thinking. You are thinking that this post is 100% fiction and exists for entertainment purposes only. That's where you're wrong and I hate having to do this but I guess I'm going to have to prove it. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Want proof?
Click video below and be amazed.
Saturday 22 December 2012
3 naughty (and nice) factors to take into consideration while purchasing gifts for your quail.
With only 3 days left to go (yay!) I'm sure your quail are as
excited as ever (let’s just hope none of them are acting out :P). First off,
let me just say there is nothing worse than a spoiled quail (trust me I know). Spoiled
quails are cocky, arrogant and very rude towards their owners and their peers.
They lack discipline which results in constant temper tantrums and possibly
a Quail Christmas dinner:O. Luckily, none of my quails are like this
anymore but if one of your beloved quail is suffering from Spoiled Quail Syndrome you
must precede with caution this Christmas.
So, to help you out this year on 3rd day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
3 naughty (and nice) factors to take into consideration while purchasing gifts for your quail
So, to help you out this year on 3rd day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
3 naughty (and nice) factors to take into consideration while purchasing gifts for your quail
The key phrase you must keep in your mind this Christmas is:
"I don't reward bad quail behavoir"
and usually as long as you keep this phrase in mind you should AOK.
With that being said here are your 3 naughty (and nice) factors to
take into consideration while purchasing gifts for your quail.
Naughty or Nice?!? Let’s find out:
1. This year my quail spent most of his/her time…
a) knocking down his/her water
b) drinking his/her water
2. This year my quail spent most of his/her time…
a) pooping in his/her food
b) eating his/her food
2. This year my quail spent most of his/her time…
a) pecking other quails
b) snuggling with other quails
Got more a's than b's?...we may have a problem
Friday 21 December 2012
4 things you should (and should not) say or do with your quail this Christmas
With now only 4 days left to go (yay!) our quail are as restless as small children on Christmas eve. They are more excited than ever because for all of them, this will be their first Christmas. I was trying to explain the whole Santa Claus thing to my favorite quail Gimpy (please don't tell my other quail that I have favorites) the other night however, I think she might still be a little confused.
HERES HOW IT ALL WENT DOWN:
ME: So every year on Christmas Eve Santa Claus gets into his sleigh and then him and his magic reindeer fly all over the world delivering presents to all the good boys and girls.
GIMPY: And quail?!
ME: ...yes and quail.
GIMPY: Are you sure?!?
ME: Yes, Gimpy I'm sure. As long as you have been a good little quaill, I'm sure that Santa will bring you something nice.
GIMPY: (thinking profoundly) How does Santa know whether you have been naughty or nice?
ME: ...he just does. Good night Gimpy.
GIMPY: Wait I'm not done! Will I see Santa?
ME: No GImpy, Santa will only come when you are sound asleep and usually we leave cookies and milk for him but since you a quail, you might as well leave him an egg (no cracks or deformations please). Good night Gimpy!
GIMPY: One more thing!
ME: (annoyed) Yes, Gimpy.
GIMPY: How will Santa get into my house (cage).
ME: He will go down the chimney. Good night Gimpy!!
GImpy: (crying) OH NO!!! WE DON'T HAVE A CHIMNEY!!
So as you can see, the whole Santa discussion did not go as planed so therefore on the 4th day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
4 things you should (and should not) say or do with your quail this Christmas
1. DO:
-tell your quail that there is a Santa Claus
DON'T:
-mention that he is human (probably it would be better make him a quail)
2. DO:
-tell your quail that Santa will bring presents
DON'T:
-mention any presents that human children might get (your quail will be happy with anything there is no need to inform them on what they are missing out on)
3. DO:
- organize a special Christmas dinner for your quail.
DON'T:
-give them any turkey (for obvious reasons)
4 DO: Give your quail the best Christmas ever.
DON'T: Not give them the best Christmas ever (:
HERES HOW IT ALL WENT DOWN:
ME: So every year on Christmas Eve Santa Claus gets into his sleigh and then him and his magic reindeer fly all over the world delivering presents to all the good boys and girls.
GIMPY: And quail?!
ME: ...yes and quail.
GIMPY: Are you sure?!?
ME: Yes, Gimpy I'm sure. As long as you have been a good little quaill, I'm sure that Santa will bring you something nice.
GIMPY: (thinking profoundly) How does Santa know whether you have been naughty or nice?
ME: ...he just does. Good night Gimpy.
GIMPY: Wait I'm not done! Will I see Santa?
ME: No GImpy, Santa will only come when you are sound asleep and usually we leave cookies and milk for him but since you a quail, you might as well leave him an egg (no cracks or deformations please). Good night Gimpy!
GIMPY: One more thing!
ME: (annoyed) Yes, Gimpy.
GIMPY: How will Santa get into my house (cage).
ME: He will go down the chimney. Good night Gimpy!!
GImpy: (crying) OH NO!!! WE DON'T HAVE A CHIMNEY!!
So as you can see, the whole Santa discussion did not go as planed so therefore on the 4th day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
4 things you should (and should not) say or do with your quail this Christmas
1. DO:
-tell your quail that there is a Santa Claus
DON'T:
-mention that he is human (probably it would be better make him a quail)
2. DO:
-tell your quail that Santa will bring presents
DON'T:
-mention any presents that human children might get (your quail will be happy with anything there is no need to inform them on what they are missing out on)
3. DO:
- organize a special Christmas dinner for your quail.
DON'T:
-give them any turkey (for obvious reasons)
4 DO: Give your quail the best Christmas ever.
DON'T: Not give them the best Christmas ever (:
Thursday 20 December 2012
Top 5 buys for quail's and their lovers
Are you a quail? Are you a quail lover? Are you one of thoses people who leave all their Christmas shopping to the last minute? If you anwered "yes!" to any one of these questions then you better PAY ATTENTION BECAUSE THIS POST IS FOR YOU.
With Christmas right around the corner I thought that I might as well do a series of "winter holiday themed" posts counting down to Christmas day and with only five days left to go (yay!) I thought doing a post about about last minute presents for quail's and their lovers would be very appropriate.
It does not matter whether you (and your quail) are planning to celebrate Christmas, Hannahka ,something else or nothing at all this winter season because these presents that I am going to reveal to you can be given during anytime of year for any special (or non-special) occasion.
On the 5th day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
top 5 buys for quail's and their lovers
5. TO: quails
FROM: their lovers'
5 Christmas tree branches to shelter you quail from the cold December weather
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4. TO: quails
FROM: their lovers
some new Christmas lights 4 your quails cage
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3. TO: quail lover
FROM: (another) quail lover
3 quail egg cartons
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2. TO: quail lover
FROM: quail
two quail eggs
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AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST...
1. TO: quail lover
FROM: quail lover or quail
1 loving quail <3 (by far the best present of them all)
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Sunday 16 December 2012
GQF2012
Saturday 15 December 2012
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