on 03-10-2015 12:15 PM
This is a thread with no particular
Topic so no one can be off topic 🙂
So if anyone out there has something
To say about anything you like now
Is your chance
Keep it clean
And be nice
See how long that lasts
Can we keep politics and religion out
Of the conversation
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on 03-10-2019 03:42 PM
Now - that is just called ' laying ' around. lol
on 03-10-2019 06:37 PM
on 03-10-2019 09:11 PM
Falcon watch...
9.07 pm, Thursday...
That egg's still an egg... ha ha...
🙂
on 03-10-2019 09:51 PM
The blue wren was out the front, today...
He likes to sing, twitter, twitter... and every so often he lets rip with a loud, high pitched warbling tweet...
On the whole that lasts about three to five seconds...
Today's effort lasted probably closer to ten, or if I'm generous, thirty seconds... ha ha...
I hadn't realised there was so much noise tucked away in such a little bird, ha ha.
I shouldn't be too surprised...
He's got enough cheek in him for a bird ten times his size...
He sits in the grape vine, just on the inside of the fence, and shouts at me...
"You! Yes, You! What are you doing in My garden?!"...
It's all good natured... I think he does it because he likes to show off to Mrs. Wren...ha ha....
🙂
on 03-10-2019 10:18 PM
While you're taking a break from keeping your "Eagle eye" on the live streaming webcam, here's a couple of amusing falcon related factettes...
The female normally lays a clutch of three or four eggs in late March or April at 2-3 day intervals (That comes from a Northern hemisphere site). Both birds share the incubation, which begins with the last or penultimate egg, and takes 29-32 days per egg.
The chicks hatch over a period of a couple of days, and have smaller size differences than chicks of most raptor species. Most of the brooding and feeding of small young is carried out by the female, while the male hunts to supply the food. After the first couple of weeks, the female shares the hunting.
The young fledge at 35-42 days, and are independent two or more months later. During this time, the adult peregrines teach the young to hunt and handle prey in flight. Less than a third of peregrines reach breeding age. Those that do can expect to live 5-6 years. The oldest known peregrine was more than 16 years old.
Fascinating stuff...on 03-10-2019 11:22 PM
11.21pm No, not hatched yet.
She's not even sitting on it.
She dozed off, and if she was a human, she would be drooling with her tongue hanging out.
A chick decided it wasn't comfortable, and the movement snapped her awake.
She looked at the egg with astonishment, fluffed her feathers, and then lowered herself over the egg, and promptly started snoring again.
on 04-10-2019 10:46 AM
on 04-10-2019 02:30 PM
I looked in a bit before 2 this afternoon...
The egg is still in the corner... (Lower left hand side, just in case, if you're like me, you missed it when you looked the first time).
It's been sent to the naughty corner...
Maybe it was a bad egg all along... ha ha.
Considering that it wouldn't have been abandoned if it was viable, that means it's "just an egg"...
Which is okay, because it means that they haven't put baby in the corner... Nobody puts baby in the corner, ha ha...
🙂
on 04-10-2019 02:43 PM
on 04-10-2019 03:34 PM
In George Orwell's novel 1984, the chief character, Winston Smith is asked by one of his contemporaries if he has any razor blades.
He says no, he's been using the same one for months...
Using the same blade for months...?
How could he do that?
I'd tried it myself, and after a couple of months I would have been just as well off trying to shave with a phone book...
So how did he keep the blade sharp, well, sharp enough so that it scraped over his skin, but did an adequate job...?
Something was missing...
The vital clue wasn't there...
It was something that the author took for granted, something that had, it seemed, become forgotten knowledge as time had passed...
Winston wore heavy woven cloth, much like denim, overalls - the uniform of the Party, and that's where the clue lay...
He used the heavy cloth as a strop, bring an edge, of sorts, admittedly, back to the blade.
Stropping a razor blade, on your thigh, or at a pinch, your forearm, your sleeve, to keep it going that bit longer.
Ingenious.
🙂