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 29-02-2020 09:48 PM
Twynnie, it's like the Mona Lisa, I wouldn't stare at it for hours on end, ha ha, but I never get tired of seeing it.
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on 29-02-2020 10:04 PM
on 29-02-2020 10:17 PM
The galahs turned up late in the afternoon, with their babies in tow...
How can I tell they're baby galahs? ha ha...
It's the near constant rasping noise... "Feed me! Feed me NOW!", ha ha...
They decided not to come down from the trees.
I took it that there were a few too many cockatoos around and they'd thought it was a bit crowded down here.
On reflection, perhaps it wasn't their intention to come down, at all...
Perhaps they were showing the young birds "This place" - if you come here, you'll be welcome...
And fair enough, after all, if they do, they will be, ha ha.
It's good, getting them to build a mental map of their neighbourhood.
It'll hold them in good stead for years to come, ha ha...
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on 29-02-2020 10:17 PM
Yes, Stawks, that's the one I was thinking of... ha ha...
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on 29-02-2020 11:27 PM
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on 01-03-2020 01:26 PM
One.. Two... Three... I thought I saw number four blue wren, happily hopping around on the small table opposite the kitchen window...
It was there a moment ago...
A sudden, shrill warble fills the air - Number four wren's on the kitchen window sill... "What are you doing in My kitchen!"... ha ha.
I don't own this land, it on lease to me, subject to an arrangement between myself, the Crown, and a family of tiny birds, ha ha...
Sometimes I wonder who I should hold in greater dread awe,...
Of course, I could probably solve the "What are you doing in My garden, kitchen, other location...?" problem by doing homage, and offering my fealty to them, ha ha...
It worked with the Crown - They never challenge my right to be here, ha ha...
That might well be the answer.... I guess I'd better brush up on my chivalric skills... ha ha....
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on 01-03-2020 08:18 PM
Little possums, come around about the age of six months, get the urge to leave the maternal nest and strike out on their own.
By my none too steady calculations, 24 weeks fits into six months, or thereabouts... ha ha...
I think I'll have to name the next baby possum Alice...
That way I can say, when she moves away from mum's place, that for 24 weeks I was living next door to Alice.... ha ha.
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on 01-03-2020 09:33 PM
I stood in a blackened cathedral - the eucalypts towering above me...
The wind stirred small puffs of ash...
I listened, and slowly I heard the voices... "Water... water..."...
In this dead place there was life, yet...
The ants crawled across the scorched ground...
"Water... water..."....
And though my heart may have been broken a million times before that day, it broke once more...
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on 02-03-2020 12:58 PM
Oh ecar, you are such a delight ...
"That way I can say, when she moves away from mum's place, that for 24 weeks I was living next door to Alice.... ha ha"
on 02-03-2020 04:49 PM
These little flashes of brilliance occur to me, sometimes, ha ha.
Though in honesty I should credit YouTube's "You're listening to this - You might like these suggested tracks" feature.
I was listening to Canned Heat's Going up the country, quite a popular tune on the radio back in the 70's.
It's one of the few genuine memories I have of that time, fond memories too.
And memories are precious.
I didn't make it this far without losing things, and unfortunately a lot of the past is a blank.
But I made it this far, so I s'pose it's a matter of swings and roundabouts.
I can't have it all, but I'm not about to complain (too much, anyway, ha ha) about what I do have.
Anyway, I can always turn to Jim Croce - Photographs and memories.
Sorry, I don't have a link for it, so you'll have to look it up for yourself...
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