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 26-08-2016 03:00 PM
As I walked around the dimly lit auditorium, I noticed that the orchestra, on the stage, never took their eyes off me.
Soon, I realised that I was under ACO* surveilance.
*Australian chamber orchestra.
It's a musician joke.
😉
on 26-08-2016 08:15 PM
on 27-08-2016 11:34 AM
on 27-08-2016 09:19 PM
Is this bridge for me...?
I got the bridge up, in the back corner (15 feet long, what a breeze that was to set in place, ha ha).
I put a couple of upright posts under it to stop it from sagging, and horizontal bars to try and limit the side to side movement.
As I'm attaching the second horizontal bar, little girl magpie lands on the bridge.
- Is this bridge for me...?
- What are you doing, now?
- Are those your tools over there?
-What are these shiny things in this box? Err, yuk, they taste terrible...
That was a heart skips a beat moment, when she picked up a screw, in her beak.
Thankfully, she didn't try to swallow it.
I firmly believe that she's protected by the luck of the innocent - on her way to inspect the screws, she walked along the saw blade, the rough edge, of course... another heart skips a beat moment, ha ha.
She's got a new bridge, and a cross rail to sit on, and sing from, as well.
Now all I have to do is wait for this evening, when a larger, furrier person discovers it and rather than asking if it's her bridge, simply takes it that it is.
Well, why else would it be there?
It's obviously meant for her, ha ha.
🙂
on 28-08-2016 08:48 PM
Little girl magpie asks "What do you call it when a group of old ladies are all working to make something?".
She's only young, I have to play along... "I don't know...", I say.
"Nanna-facturing".
Okay... Can it get worse? Ha ha...
"Their boss is really mean. They're not allowed to work on their own handcrafts when they're on a break because he says it's a no smocking area".
Where does she come up with these things? Ha ha...
🙂
on 28-08-2016 10:42 PM
on 29-08-2016 06:57 AM
on 29-08-2016 12:39 PM
No, Stawks, they wouldn't swoop me.
They stomp around my garden looking like angry little thunder clouds, at times, ha ha, but no, they're not aggressive towards me.
Admittedly, I've put the hours in, Mother bird is happy to stand on the table and wait while I put three pieces of bread down for her to pick up, and fly off with, Father bird will, some of the time, take a piece of bread if I hand it to him, and well, little girl bird has me well and truly twisted around her little finger, ha ha.
One of my perhaps wilder and crazier, and thankfully it went nowhere, ideas was to take a bucket of mince with me on my wanders around the neighbourhood. Every time I encountered a magpie I'd give it a bit of the mince. Over time the magpies would come to associate me with food, and it's a fairly simple step from there, that they'd come to think that I was okay, one of the good guys. On the face of it, it seems like a good idea, but in practical terms it's perhaps not so good. Although I think that the magpies would probably disagree with me on that point, ha ha.
on 29-08-2016 12:48 PM
Magpies are few and far between in my neighbourhood Ecar.
There is only one family around here, strangely, and they fight and chase
the Myna birds all day.
At my daughter's place, still only one family of Magpies and they are happy
to share their food with Mynas and Turtledoves.
Both families are growing every year though. The dads don't seem to be
chasing out the young fellas at all
on 29-08-2016 02:56 PM
I used to feed our house magpies and they would bring their babies to see me.
Even my old cat would never touch them, they used to walk inside the house and eat her cat biscuits.
I have never been swooped by a Maggie but my husband swooped badly down the park when he was on a bike.
I told him to carry cat biscuits and throw a hand full ahead of the bike 🙂