No. not this ... As usual, The Significant Otter is the driver of all things. As soon as we got up this morning she was at me to tidy up some of my stuff. Sort out, chuck out, burn, bin, move, destroy, chuck on fire ac ati. And here's me thinking that Sunday was a day of rest. Almost the first thing I found during this "upheaval" was British Birds Volume 85 Number 6 June 1992. I started leafing through it, of course. (And that sentence is a silly, and unintentional, pun...as you will see.) And I found something interesting ... I remembered what it was as soon as I saw it .. it was a bit quirky, a different "take" on their usual monthly " mystery bird." Plus ... an opportunity was missed. Oho ! Here we go .... here's the " Mystery Photograph".... So .... what do you make of that ? It is in fact a picture from the previous month's issue .. and a reader has pointed out that they identified the tree incorrectly ! Ho ho !! He does it very wittily and cleverly too... the two often go together. Of course, I know what it is ... because that's the sort of nerdy person I am. When she first met me, The Significant Otter thought that knowing all that stuff was amazing. But after being married to me for 888 years, she changed her mind. Now she thinks I'm mad. Hey ho ! But I say, there's different sorts of madness. And mine is reasonably benign. Here's what that clever letter-writer wrote .. you'll see a few chunks of pigeon and tree too ... Isn't that neat ! And the "opportunity missed ?" Well, he could have pointed out that those little glands towards the leaf-stalk/blade junction have the magnificent name of " extrafloral nectaries ". ¡ Oh yes ! There are different sorts of madness Mine is reasonably benign .. Eating ferret's heads ... that's badness And a quite disturbing sign At least of eccentricity And maybe something worse. Some "see" electricity And "keep" it in a purse. Others never wash themselves For years and years and years Some start to look like evil elves By growing enormous ears Which, of course, go mouldy That isn't so surprising I knew one that got so filthy he Worked for years in advertising Where, if you have rancid feet, or pong No-one will notice, never They're oblivious to right or wrong And think they're very clever. But that's another sort of madness And maybe the most alarming They're the epitomy of badness But they think they're Prince Charming ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I thank you ! As you will have noticed, sometimes those " made-up-on-the-spot" verses wander off on their own sweet way ..... Well, we've had this piece of music before, but it fits today's theme, and it is indeed moving towards "Scattered Leaves" time ... and I like it.... Don't you go looking so surprised, baby don't you look so stunned
Didn't I tell you that a cold november'd come? And deliver the leaves from green to red, To blowing in the wind stone dead Well I never used to notice this awful quiet, mmmmh And fall was just the calm before the next spring riot, mmmhh Of wildflowers and lunatic rivers - Sweat jumping off of the skin of love givers, mmh (in the park) Scattered leaves don't lie Aw' now baby, baby, quit your cryin' Like everything that ever mattered, scit-scat scattered Like every love word you heard But that's just the way when you walk your days In the beauty of this world (repeat) Pretty little disappointments all in a row Been about a year since you disappeared through my door And now you come back with your head on straight, But I got no love or hate left for you, girl You must be the daughter of the late, late rose - I'm November's son And I'm here to tell you, honey, ooh what's done is done Yeah, I been claimed by the wind and the rain There ain't no going back, naw there ain't no going back again (for us now) Repeat
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This load of cobblers was in yesterday's paper... it's a well-known fact that when you read something in the paper that you know about, it's always wrong. And this does indeed get it wrong....have a read for yourself ... I hope you enjoyed that .... but, of course, Tawny Owls don't go " twit twoo. " The male hoots ..... a lovely, haunting "hooo ooooo oooo " The female goes" K-wick k-wik" rather squeakily. Twit-twoo is a just a gormless and incorrect amalgam of both .... "crapulous" is about right. They even admit that it's wrong in the online version ... have a read .... ignoring, I hope, the "bird-lovers" bit .... yuck. Bird lovers are being urged to give up 20 minutes every week to listen out for the “twit-twoo” call of the Tawny owl, amid concerns over its numbers. The British Trust for Ornithology (BTO) is asking people to listen for the distinctive hoot from their garden, a local park or woodland, once every week for the next six months. “You can even do it from the comfort of your bed,” said BTO’s Claire Boothby. Light pollution and urbanisation are thought to be impacting populations. The conservation status of the Tawny owl recently changed from green to amber, signalling a growing concern for the species. ‘Anyone can take part’Researchers hope the Tawny Owl Calling survey, which runs from 30 September to 31 March, will help them understand if, and where, the bird may be in decline. They say it is not essential that members of the public listen every single week, insisting that all data will be useful – even in locations where an owl call cannot be heard as this indicates where the species is missing. “Anyone can take part, and the more people that do, the better picture scientists at BTO will have of our Tawny owl,” Ms Boothby said. The Tawny owl is typically found in mixed woodland, but also large urban parks and even suburban gardens. The nocturnal bird usually remains in the same territory and maintains a monogamous relationship. The twit-twoo motif is a combination of the female call, described as a “kewick” sound, and the male’s response – a long, wavering hoot. There are currently thought to be about 50,000 breeding pairs in the UK. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, seeing as they know it's a gormless mash-up of the calls of the two sexes, why do they print it as twit-twoo ? .... it's a mystery to me. It certainly will not help anyone to recognise it Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... Personally, I partially blame these crap and cack poems ... they all perpetuate this "twit-twoo rubbish... and they WERE NOT BY ME. Even Shakespeare gets it wrong .. as you will see.... This one is by Mark Heathcote ... it doesn't even scan properly either ... I wish I were an owl On a midnight blue Hidden in my cowl With a rising, moon in view. And a multitude of stars Imbued with a tranquil light Where grasses sing like a sitar I'd never need again, say - goodnight. To you, just…twit twoo, Oh, how I love you. .. and this is by Tony Crowther ..this isn't up to much either ... Twit Twoo Flying out on gossamer wings black steely-eyes in search of prey, spies a vole that rapidly springs into a hole amidst the snow Silently swoops talons ready and scoops beneath the white, caught - returns to tree, eats rapidly, has a new mate to see Twit Twoo, Twit Twoo Loving tawny owls woo in the dreamy moonlight A breathtaking inspiring sight My heart sings, my spirit wings and here's one by Julie Whitehead ... more cobblers .... When the children went to their beds at night, Some silly mice came from their homes to fight. There was somebody else who came silently too. Then someone called out “twit-twoo”. There were two giant eyes shining in the dark, And those two giant eyes soon found their mark. The two mice suddenly stopped their fighting When Mrs Owl swooped as fast as lightning. This isn't actually music ... but it is " wrong-sounding things" .... which fits in nicely... Hah ! That one hasn't got any curtains... what a loser !! Exactly 21 years ago today my red Vauxhaul Chevette collapsed for good (a strange expression don't you think ?) on the M6. It had Irish number plates so that on our frequent visits to Belfast it didn't get bricked . Those were the days ,eh ! But ... it wasn't just that. No. There was a Barred Warbler in Blackpool. And I was young and twitchy ! No laughing at the back ! By the way ... I've never understood why it's just the ones at the back that shouldn't laugh. Surely it's much worse if the ones at the front are laughing. So I jumped into said red Chevette with the "anti-bricking" Irish number plates and whooshed Blackpoolwards ultra-sharpish, using its specially-fitted "twitch-gears" for extra speed. Mind you, it didn't do anything "sharpish", that car. It was far too heavy for its engine.. or to put it another way, its engine wasn't powerful enough for such a hefty car. Probably both. Luckily there weren't any "slopes" on the way there, because it didn't like slopes. Little did the car know that it would be its final day in car-land. I didn't know then that exactly 9 years to the day after "getting" the Barred Warbler, I would spot my 2nd Common Crane. Yes. Mind you, Common Crane is on my House List now ! Oh yes !!! I can tell you're impressed. Even I'm impressed. And yes, I did see the Barred Warbler .... a fine specimen it was too. By then I had a proper telescope ... not that upside-downy-thing. You can find out about the upside-downy thing here ... 208-my-first-telescope.html Everyone was there ... me, obviously, Stumpy, Stodgy probably, Tubs, yes, he of "Dusky Warbler" fame, "Mr. G", whoever he really is, Curly, Stinky, and loads of others I didn't know. The Mozzer, obviously. So ... I motored home, disengaging the "twitch-gears" to save petrol. But ... oh dear oh dear ... at a now-famous spot on the M6 my lovely red Chevette collapsed and died, huffing and puffing its final 50 metres onto the hard shoulder. Bah ! And being young (ish) and male, I was way down in the "rescuing" pecking-order and had to wait hours. Luckily I had my in-car copy of "Dolenni Hud" to read, and I can recommend it to all and sundry as a great way to spend a stationary 3hrs 45 mins on the M6..... Order your copy now ! While stocks last. The car, obviously, went to the Big Garage in the Sky. Or, if you like, Y Modurdy Mawr yn yr Wybren. Modurdy is really Modur ( motor) + Tŷ ( house) Why has the "T" of Tŷ turned into a "d", you're wondering ? We won't go into all that now. Life's difficult enough as it is. But ...here's the odd thing. When I thought about writing this "Dead Chevette" thing, I thought that it happened when I was coming back from spotting "the" Red-Footed Falcon. Also in Blackpool. You can understand the possible confusion. Maybe I was. But not according to what I like to think of as my bird-spotting notes. And on the plus side, I got a Gold Chevette after that ! Ha ! Today's Music Selection is very close to being "appropriate " ... it's Prince with " Little Red Corvette" ........ .. I said " very close" because I don't think the song actually about a car at all.... I guess I should of known By the way you parked your car sideways That it wouldn't last See you're the kinda person That believes in makin' out once Love 'em and leave 'em fast I guess I must be dumb 'Cause you had a pocket full of horses Trojan and some of them used But it was Saturday night I guess that makes it all right And you say what have I got to lose? And honey I say Little red Corvette Baby you're much too fast Little red Corvette You need a love that's gonna last I guess I should of closed my eyes When you drove me to the place Where your horses run free 'Cause I felt a little ill When I saw all the pictures Of the jockeys that were there before me Believe it or not I started to worry I wondered if I had enough class But it was Saturday night I guess that makes it all right And you say, "Baby, have you got enough gas?" Oh yeah Little red Corvette Baby you're much to fast, yes you are Little red Corvette You need to find a love that's gonna last, ah huh A body like yours (A body like yours) Oughta be in jail (Oughta be in jail) 'Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene ('Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene) Move over baby (Move over baby) Gimme the keys (Gimme the keys) I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine (I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine) Little red Corvette Baby you're much to fast Little red Corvette You need to find a love that's gonna last Little red Corvette Honey you got to slow down (Got to slow down) Little red Corvette 'Cause if you don't you gonna run your Little red Corvette right in the ground Right down to the ground (Honey you got to slow down) you, you, you got to Slow down (Little red Corvette) you're movin' much too fast (Too fast) you need to find a love that's gonna last Girl, you got an ass like I never seen And the ride, I say the ride is so smooth You must be a limousine Baby you're much to fast Little red Corvette You need a love, you need a love that's That's gonna last (Little red Corvette) Babe you got to slow down (you got to slow down) Little red Corvette 'Cause if you don't, 'cause if you don't, You gonna run your body right into the ground (Right into the ground) Right into the ground (Right into the ground) Right into the ground (Right into the ground) Little red Corvette Songwriters: Prince Rogers Nelson Look what's happened to the words ...could it be, er, a message from the grave. Maybe he's sort of telling us he's "going over to the other side ?? Oo-er !
Maybe he's found my old car up there and is driving it around. Are there any cars in the bible ? I think Moses might have burned up the desert in his Triumph. I was there ! It was so far away,way way away, miles out it got christened The Great Dot ... I was lucky enough to find someone with a HUGE telescope which made it into a slightly bigger dot. Yo ! And I know that at least one of the people in that picture should have been at work ! Aha !! But let's move on to the actual thing for the day ..... You all know of my hope that, eventually, all books will have an index. So, pop-pickers ... here's an index I've made, me, myself .. so... where did it come from come from ? and if you know that, you'll know what they all are, specifically. because I've made an index of them !! I told you they were useful. Aahng-ung-ung 115 A-liitle-bit-of-bread and nooo cheese 116 Chak 115, 116 Chip 116 Hihi heea 115 Kee kee kee 115 Kerwacky wack 116, 117 Ki ki ki 115 Pee-oo 115,116 Pszeeee-az 113 Pszeee er 114 Skee-eaz 114 Skee-er 113 Spee 113, 114 Tjip 116 Tseeh 114 Tseeze 113 Tsip 115,116 Tsissi-tseri-tsi, tsi,tsi, tsiu 115 Twik 115 Twink 116 Twit 116 Twi-tick 116 Twitup 116 Tzeeaz 114 I've no idea whether you'll find that incredibly difficult or dead easy. But it does look ( and sound) nice, does it not. ? If only all indexes/indices were as interesting/ unusual/barmy/eccentric/brief. But there it is. The "answer, such as it is, will be after the music, and the words to the music. But let's remember, it's the process that counts, not the "answer." Has the process stirred up the little grey cells ? Have you gone through your entire library seeking the answer ? ( Hold on ... 140 Pinks have just flown over the house.) ( .....wink-wink-wink.....) Moving on .... my choice today on this highly influential "music spot" is " Burn one with John Prine" while he listens and Kacey Musgraves does the song ... hey, it might be the making of them ! [Verse 1] Get a little drunk, get a little loud Stupid me and my rebel mouth Ain't all wrong but I ain't alright Don't see the world in black and white My grandma cried when I pierced my nose I never liked doing what I was told Don't judge me and I won't judge you 'Cause I ain't walkin' in your shoes [Chorus] 'Cause I ain't one to knock religion Though it's always knockin' me Always runnin' with the wrong crowd Right where I want to be And I ain't good at being careful I just say what's on my mind Like my idea of heaven Is to burn one with John Prine [Verse 2] And maybe he would sit awhile And render me an illegal smile And I bet that he would understand Just how I feel and who I am [Chorus] 'Cause I ain't one to knock religion Though it's always knockin' me Always runnin' with the wrong crowd Right where I want to be And I ain't good at being careful I just say what's on my mind Like my idea of heaven Is to burn one with John Prine [Bridge] And I play my life like truth or dare I'm not all here but I'm all there, yeah And all the colors people paint me Don't they know they'll never change me, yeah [Chorus] Well, you'll orl be a-wantin' that "answer" .... that there rinky-dinky index is based on that there section in "Wild" Bill Oddie's groundbreakin'/innovatin'/taboo-bustin'/trail-blazin' " Bill Oddie's L'il Black Bird Book" ... first edition, 1980 , chapter 8, "Bird Noises."
Hey, you guys, that there spacin's done gone haywire on us ! Yes, this post is called "Moorhen News ... I called it that to whooosh up my audience figures .... so I'd better show you some actual moorhen news ... no problem ... yes ... I know there's enough excitement there to last you the week .... but here's some more! Blimey ... what addle-twerped prannock would bother writing all that down ? I can't imagine who it could have been. Surely not, er, me ?? Fair do's though ... there's those 3 separate mipits ....and the other two...that's more like it ... and a Curlew ... vis mig ! And a Gt. Spot drumming.... +1 calling. And a singing Blackcap. And ... and ... see that last bit about the "Arctic" .... that was ( or more probably wasn't) a "reported" Arctic Redpoll in't local park. I don't think anybody ever got to see that, especially me and my wasted, cold and dreary two-and-a-half hours looking for it. That's birding for you ... detailing every Moorhen in the county to the nearest cubic centimetre, then spending the pm not seeing an Arctic Redpoll. Hmm .... I wonder why birdwatchers are seen by some as "eccentric" ? What .... me ? Maybe .... but now, to drag you away from that rather over-obsessive account of various moorhens, here's Band of Horses .... " Is there a Ghost" .... I could sleep x4
When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? I could sleep x4 When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? My house I could sleep x4 When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? My house I could sleep x4 When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? When I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? My house There was whole post about a "ghost picture" I took a while ago .... it's on the far end of this link .... 27-ghosts-in-the-machine.html prepare to be shivered-and-shocked-to-the-core ! Yesterday I had a long stroll around Grumbling Stumps .... I can do it now that we are without our dog The Shredder ... our no-longer-with-us much-missed spaniel . I went round lots of the bits where dogs aren't allowed. I hadn't set foot on much of the route for yonks. Eventually, feeling exhilarated but also old and knackered, I got to the the bit near the cafe (!) ( huzzah ..salvation at last !) where there's a dinky hide facing a dinky wood with loads of feeders etc. That's fine. Each to their own. But ... two of the people in there were going on about various species being " pests" ...... I'm not happy about that. Starlings got a right bashing .... and the entire Gull tribe ..... Magpies... they hated them ... and then.. oh no !! ... a juvenile rat came into view. Blimey ! That really got them going. Rats were pestilential, filthy vermin as far as they were concerned. Well, I suppose they're allowed to have their opinion. But .... all these creatures are simply getting on with their lives, doing what they're designed to do. What a clever idea ... sticking to what you're good at. We humans are the only species on Earth that don't do what we were designed to do. Well, quite a lot of the time we don't. But we do tend to revert back to basics at times .... we get into fights, we nick stuff, we cheat and lie, we consort with, er, you know.. ... all sorts. But a lot of the time, we whizz around in cars, we live in a cold country and have to wear mountains of clothes and have to shelter ourselves in honking great structures, we eat all sorts of crap food and have no link to its production, we are encouraged to be monogamous (!?Ÿ?½?!), we go miles away to work at artificial jobs, much of our lives are spent indoors .... it goes on and on.... When you walk into town, you will most likely see more people in that 30 minutes than a Neolithic man would encounter in his whole lifetime. Think about that . So .. it's not really the Starlings and Magpies and Rats that are the pests... it's US. Hey... we've not had a Welsh song for a while ... here's Ffa Coffi Pawb and " Breichiau Hir" ( long arms) ffa coffi pawb = beans + coffee + everyone ... but really it's a rather rude pun ... This next bit is the "answer" to a question I've set about a year into the future ! Wooo ! How do I do that ? Only I know. As the legend goes, Alcyone carries her dead mate to his burial, then builds a nest and launches it out to sea. There, she lays her eggs and hatches her chicks, brooding over her sea-borne nest for seven placid days before the Winter Solstice and seven becalmed days after. While she is brooding, the sea is held unusually calm, for to protect Alcyone and his grandchildren, According to Ovid, "the passage of the deep is free from storms, throughout those seven full days; and Aeolus restraining harmful winds, within their cave, for his descendants' sake gives halcyon seas." Back in the depths of history, there was a myth that there were times when the sea was so calm that Kingfishers could nest on it ... and as the Kingfisher is named " Halcyon " , periods of calm weather were called "halcyon days." That feeble picture up there is the only one I could find illustrating this ancient myth. You couldn't make it up. So, I made this up .... In times gone by, they used to think that on Halcyon days, the sea sat calmly and so beautifully flat, that nothing would sink so Kingfishers , being be so gormless and barmy would try to build their nests on the sea and lay their eggs, oh, that's very likely and then chicks would hatch , oh joy, oh glee ! but here's the problem, here's the thingy where did the Kingfishers get their sticks ? and suppose the nest's squashed by a passing canoe ? or engulfed by those numerous oil slicks ? or snapped up by a wandering Manitou ? then there's gulls and auks and the deadly gannet and Fairy Petrels and giant squids so the chance of predation was something chronic not to mention the threat of stick-eating pids ! Yes, pids are the problem, and as you know, there's hundreds of them to the cubic metre they can chew up a nest in an hour or so they're famous for being the fastest nest-eater That's why the kingfisher nests in a tunnel well out of the way of those eaters-of-sticks otherwise, even a single one'll smash their eggs, and feast on the chicks So, what is the moral of this ancient myth ? Is there nothing at all we can learn from it ? No, it's all a stream of rancid pyth And all of those myths are a load of shyt ! I'm sorry to be so scatalogical But in the past they hadn't a clue Their ideas were depressingly dodgical And amount to no more than a heap of pue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, dear readers, you will have to make up your own mind about the theories of our forbears ... I've tried to give you a balanced view there, looking at things fairly from all sides, and coming to a balanced and, I might say, nuanced, verdict. And now, your own, your very own "von Brücken" and " Gold gegen Blei " it's got the words too .... and they're presented very interestingly ... I reckon, if I wrote enough of those stupid "poems", I could collect them all into one heap of, er, crap, and try to get them published !! Can you imagine the impact such a collection might have on the waiting world ? The thing is .... it's very important this, so pay attention ..... What would be a suitable title ? I'm throwing this one to you out there.... can you come up with one ? You'd get a free copy of the book if your title was chosen. Ideas to [email protected] Or .... as a comment. I've only had 1 comment so far. I'm feeling lonely. Or is it, loonely ? Goonly ? Buffoonly ? My immediate idea was the abrupt, pithy "SHITLE." Ted Hughes, he would approve. He's written a whole poetry book called CROW. But it's crap. And boring. And he knows nowt about crows. ...... mind you, he is "craggy".... ..and somebody else isn't impressed either ... ...that's bathos at its best that is !
Pid, by the way, is a familiar name for the Piddock, a boring mollusc ...not boring in the sense of being boring, but meaning " it bores into things." I was being nostalgic yesterday about my various Scilly expeditions... it's coming up to that sort of time .... so I looked at a few videos of other people doing it. Maybe I shouldn't have ... it can't help but hurt a bit. A little bit. I've picked this one to show you, mainly because not only does a "beginner" get 4 megas, it further rubs it in, because they're all birds I've not seen. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I don't suppose I'll be going again .. and it's not for the "usual" reasons ( money, family,time, work) it's mainly because nowadays, for some reason or other, I feel the pain of "missing" something much ( much) more than I used to. To the extent that I'll often not whizz off to spot some unticked specimen because I know it will hurt if I miss it. A lot more than it would have 20 years ago. And I suspect that's because time, for me at least, is running out. Ouch ! So, to dispel that gloomy note, here's a clever joke The Significant Otter and me concocted the other day ...... I'm sure others have thought of it too .......... it's a corny as 'owt... but memorable ...... Where's the best place to find a flock of bats ? Answer after the music .. which is .... Teenage Fanclub ..... "Ain't That Enough" ( v. appropriate !) If you can I wish you would Only if you feel you should Bring your loving over All adds up with circumstance All stood up with taking stands Bring your loving over Highlights glisten Silence listens Days that found you Embrace that found you Here is a sunrise Ain't that enough True as a clear sky, ain't that enough Toy town feelings here to remind you Summers in the city do what you gotta do Time can only make demands Fill it up with grains of sand Bring your loving over Highlights glisten Silence listens Days that found you Embrace that found you Here is a sunrise Ain't that enough True as a clear sky, ain't that enough Toy town feelings here to remind you Summers in the city do what you gotta do Toy town feelings whose gonna argue Summers in the city Summers in the city ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OK .... that " Where's the best place to find a flock of bats ? " thing ....
A block of flats ...................... obviously ! Here's an excellent site for them .......................... purpose-built ! There's been several hefty posts recently, so here's a short one .... but, of course, packed with intrigue, beguilement and ,er, further intrigue... Here's a very short list ... one of my shortest, I would think... short³ Blue-cheeked Bee-eater Lesser Grey Shrike Snowy Owl There might be one or two more, but I haven't managed to thunk them up , me being a chump and a lumpkin..... So..... readers all .... what is that list all about ? Not that there's much "all" to go on. I'm sure you've all got a list like that, but you might not have listed it. If you see what I mean. Right ... here's a fine song, written by a young man and performed by the same man in later years .... and it seems very different ... better in some ways. I, I wish you could swim ....Like the dolphins...Like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together. We can beat them, forever and ever Oh, we can be heroes just for one day.... I, I will be King And you, you will be Queen ....Though nothing will drive them away We can be heroes just for one day.....We can be us just for one day I, I can remember.....(I remember)....Standing by the wall....(By the wall) And the guns, shot above our heads....(Over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall....(Nothing could fall) And the shame, was on the other side......Oh, we can beat them, forever and ever Then we could be heroes just for one day.....We can be heroes...We can be heroes We can be heroes just for one day.....We can be heroes I've "buried" what that list is about way back in a previous post..... at the far end of this link .. 58-the-ultimate-birding-challenge.html Gripping title or what ! Here's another of my "policeman's notebook" dodgy depictions ..... my excuses are .. it was cold and windy. I got called in from the garden by The Significant Otter ... there was a round on "Pointless" about Birds and Films .... they had to supply the missing bird to complete various film titles. Most of them were dead easy, but not all of them. Go on, have a go. One of the film titles is really preposterous .... totally duff. Oh yes. You couldn't guess it in 1999 years. Here they are then ..... I hope you did well ... because I didn't. Now ... how thematic is this ... LOL ... the moody, magnificent " 1999" .... very Springsteen-esque don't you think ? ... and here's your big chance to sing along .... you can make it more Springsteenian by rolling your shirt sleeves up..... One reader has wondered if I just "made up" the One-Armed Badger in that Uncle story .... no I didn't... here he is, struggling along as he always does, carrying a vast stack of "provisions" using his one arm ..and upstairs too. What a trooper ! This and the next "Uncle-related" picture have been put here mainly to stop you seeing what the "really preposterous" film title was .... no cheating unless you are desperate ............................. OK then ... here's the film poster and the most crapulous title for a film EVER ... you can just about make out "the bird" sitting on the cushion. Pathetic. Was I right, or was I right ??
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