on 03-10-2015 12:15 PM
This is a thread with no particular
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So if anyone out there has something
To say about anything you like now
Is your chance
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See how long that lasts
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on 26-09-2016 04:59 PM
I've decided that I'm going to give serious consideration to the idea of making a big, round blanket.
Which is my way of saying that it may come to nothing, but for the time being I can feel particularly passionate about the idea, if I want to, ha ha.
A blanket as big, across (the length of), as an ordinary blanket.
Maybe a bit bigger, why not? There's no harm in being ambitious.
It's going to replace the rectangular blanket, currently on the bed.
Then, when I roll over in the night, and grab for the corner of the blanket to pull it over myself, I won't end up grabbing the corner closest to me, and end up with no blanket at all.
A big round blanket means no corners, so, no worries, ha ha.
🙂
on 26-09-2016 09:12 PM
Mister "But I can stay late if I want to" the cockatoo, wouldn't leave until he'd had a slice of apple, strange bird.
He took off, when he was ready and found a tree, a good tree, a comfortable tree, the kind of tree that says "Stop here, this is a good tree" not too far away, and found himself a comfortable perch.
It's been a while since I've heard a cockatoo scream blue murder, let alone a crow let loose a string of expletives such as those that rent the still night air.
He found a good tree, but possibly not the best tree, ha ha.
Why is the crow soaking the bread in the bird bath, then carefully taking it out, again?
As Sherlock Holmes is reputed to have said, "Elementary".
The bread's not for him; he's got little crows.
Crowlets, Crowlings, Crowgeny, little beaks to feed.
Magpies off in one direction, crows in the other, it's not hard to say that this place overflows, wonderfully, with life.
🙂
on 26-09-2016 09:38 PM
on 26-09-2016 10:46 PM
Sunflower kernels are a bit bigger than rice grains.
I'll hold a "handful" in a closed hand, with the back of my hand facing up, then all I need to do is open my hand to drop the kernels where I want them.
Or where the birds are waiting for them, expectantly, ha ha.
Also, the back of a hand is harder to "manipulate" than fingers are, with a beak.
Not that it stops them from trying, ha ha.
One of their favourite tricks is "click and drag"; put the tip of your beak in the middle of the back of the hand, push down, gently, then drag / pull, backwards.
Does it work? No, but it doesn't stop them from trying, ha ha.
🙂
on 27-09-2016 08:55 AM
27-09-2016 12:24 PM - edited 27-09-2016 12:26 PM
Oh wow. Nice one Tas. I never knew that. Check it out
on 27-09-2016 12:37 PM
I've seen the cockatoos pull tail and wing feathers, though how much fun is involved depends entirely on whose feathers it is that are being pulled, I suspect, ha ha.
When the cat comes by and catches a pigeon there's often a tell tale small clump of breast feathers, and maybe, if I'm sharp of eye, I might find a wing feather or two close by.
This is, of course, not so with the falcon.
This morning's reminder that he too has offspring to feed, looks more like a sparrow sneezed, violently, and lost all it's feathers.
In essence, it did. I had no idea there were so many feathers on a sparrow.
In fact, two sparrows, as I discovered, as I walked through the garden.
He has been busy.
He's like those blokes who clean the fish they've caught, right there on the jetty; very practical, but not with an eye to keeping things tidy, ha ha.
As a result it's been one of those mornings where all it takes is for one galah to squeal, and take to the air, and everybody looks skywards.
Even the cockatoos.
And that's saying something.
This series of sparrows have small, shiny bronze feathers about half way up their wings.
At fairly regular intervals, new dominant marking characteristics arise.
One of the last series had a thin black collar, at the base of the throat, and cream throats, then there was a series who had almost orange brown flight feathers; the long ones on their wings.
I'm not exactly short of sparrows, and sparrows who are vigorous breeders, ha ha.
Naturally, it is a sad event to lose one.
It's not much far past midday, and even with the door closed I can hear the other sparrows noisily chirping and going about the business of being sparrows.
This is the characteristic of the Gatherers (to give them a more formal name), the sparrows; they gather the loose ends, the seeds, the crumbs, they keep the place tidy.
Except when the falcon comes for them, then I have sweeping to do, ha ha.
One day they will come to gather the loose ends of me, and take them away, but that's another story in itself, and there will be time for discussions of mythology another day.
🙂
on 27-09-2016 01:14 PM
Do not... Go out... Into the garden...
In the garden there lurks
a Fearsome Beast...
A creature of such determined mind that it will charge at you...
On sight...
And if you try to flee...
It Will Follow You...
No terrain proves too difficult for it's stumpy little legs
it is
Determined...
It will pursue you
Relentlessly...
it is
the Galah....
Do not be fooled by that comical, clockwork toy gait of a fat, waddling little bird...
It will not give up...
Surrender the bird seed
or be forever checking under your feet to make sure that you don't step on it...
Somebody has decided that it's not only the cockatoos who can be demanding, today, ha ha.
🙂
on 27-09-2016 02:12 PM
on 27-09-2016 03:54 PM
A teenage boy is getting ready to take his girlfriend to the prom.
First he goes to rent a tux, but there's a long tux line at the shop and it takes forever.
Next, he has to get some flowers, so he heads over to the florist and there's a huge flower line there.
He waits forever but eventually gets the flowers.
Then he heads out to rent a limo.
Unfortunately, there's a large limo line at the rental office, but he's patient and gets the job done.
Finally, the day of the prom comes.
The two are dancing happily and his girlfriend is having a great time.
When the song is over, she asks him to get her some punch, so he heads over to the punch table and there's no punchline.
😉