I remember pineapple rings in burgers, and pineapple fritters - a pineapple ring deep fried in batter.

I remember biting into one and  there was a gush of steaming hot pineapple juice that ran down my chin and landed on the exposed skin just above the collar of the tshirt I was wearing.

The agony and the ecstasy! ha ha...

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Round here, those are typical currawong noises, but I can't speak for currawongs further afield.

It used to amuse me, as a youngster, that the magpies here, in Canberra, sang differently to the magpies in Melbourne.

Regional variations in dialects? ha ha...

Given the fires, and now with the Winter coming, it doesn't surprise me overly that birds like currawongs are spreading out into areas that they wouldn't normally have ventured into.

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I've just startled two cockatoos, out the back...

They flew away to the trees and stared at me - Who are you? We don't know you!

The nights are getting cold, and with them the birds who would otherwise be quite happy in their own little patch, but for the fact that their own little patch is only just starting to regrow, are spreading out in search of new feeding grounds....

It's a little bit like a virus seeking a new host...

Ain't Nature grand? ha ha...

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Senior's shopping hour... From 7 to 8 am...

If I find myself wandering the aisles of a supermarket, with the cold overhead lights shining on my face, then I will know I am in Elysium...

No, wait... ha ha...

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