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opmania · ‎03-10-2015

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

imastawka · ‎20-08-2016

I eagerly await a whale of a time, Ecar

ecar3483 · ‎20-08-2016

imastawka · ‎20-08-2016

Get this fun fact -

esayaf · ‎21-08-2016

A blue whales heart is the size of a Volkswagen Beetle

imastawka · ‎21-08-2016

ecar3483 · ‎21-08-2016

ecar3483 · ‎21-08-2016

I was a couple of steps up the path when I saw the wattle bird, sitting on a spindly little branch.

Not waiting for me.

Making a point of not waiting for me.

His back was turned to me, as if only moments before he'd alighted on the branch and was simply pausing before flying off, again.

He turned his head and looked at me.

But only for the purpose of acknowledging that I was there.

After all, he wasn't waiting for me.

Or the couple of small pieces of bread I had in my hand.

No, not at all.

It was purely coincidence that he was there.

But if I'm going to put the bread down, over there, no, no, not there, over there, that's right, there...

🙂

I thought it would be nice to have wild birds visit the garden.

In a way, they do.

If they don't get their treats and snacks they become absolutely livid, ha ha.

ecar3483 · ‎21-08-2016

Half four-ish, it's all pretty quiet.

Young miss magpie turns up, looking for a late in the day snack.

From the look of it she's sprained her foot.

It looks fine, she can stand on it and grip with it, but it's a bit tender so she prefers to stand on the other foot.

She puffed herself up, a bit, and started to sing...

Note...

Warble...

Okay, let's really belt this note out...

(That one is what we call a two feet on the ground note...).

The moment she she started to belt that note out, she started to lean to one side...

I was waiting to see if she'd notice, and she did, and righted herself, but that was it for singing.

For now.

She discovered her voice probably a week or so ago and since then there hasn't been an opportunity for serenading something, anything, that hasn't got past her.

Seriously, if a cloud passes across the sun, that's an opportunity to sing.

I might not see her until late in the day, most days, but if I take a walk around the neighbourhood during the day, it's not too hard to guess where she is, ha ha.

She's a happy little thing.

The feathers on her back are starting to turn black, she edging away from being a little girl.

All too soon she'll discover that there's something far more interesting in the world than dropping by my place in the evenings, for a snack - boy magpies, and then she'll be off to sing up a storm with them, ha ha.