Yes readers, the first Thursday in March is National Rook Day. Or more briefly, NRD .... pronounced NERD. Throughout the Orthinogynologicall World (excluding, of course, Widnes) people are out at the Crack of Dawn counting Rooks. All throughout the UK, Scouts, Guides, Joggers, Postal Workers, Insomniacs, Burglars, Drips and Halfwits are grabbing their Clipboards, Felt-Tips, Nockers, Whistles, Cameras, Tape Recorders, Filofaxes, Smartphones, Signed Photographs of Bill Oddie, Six-Foot Cardboard Cutouts of David Attenborough, Satchels crammed with Bird Books, Thermos Flasks, Hard-Boiled Eggs, Miniature Pork Pies, Multi-Packs of Crips, and Mars Bars. They've all been assigned their very own 10 km square to cover, and GOD help them if they don't get it covered. GOD, of course, being the Great Ornithological Dictator, who has Tyrannical Powers in the event of any missed tetrads. I've been out for 9 hours now, and I've still got 17 tetrads to do, so I'd better get on with it. I haven't seen any blasted Rooks at all, and I'm getting a bit nervous. Its the same every year ... I finish up at 3pm-ish making up all the numbers and scuttling home for tea. And I suspect that is happening quite a bit everywhere else as well. Just to be serious for a minute or two, Rooks have become very scarce in my little area. But when I first lived here, hundreds and hundreds used to fly over just after dawn, accompanied by similar numbers of Jackdaws. I christened it as a WOJAR ... a Wave Of Jackdaws And Rooks. They made a terrific racket too. But for whatever reason it all stopped, quite quickly too. And over a larger area , they've got scarcer and scarcer and scarcer .... . Anyway ...I hope all you lot have had a successful day, and avoided the wrath of GOD. All we need now is a bit of relevant music .... er ..... something Godless if possible ... this is a swoony, dreamy sort of song ...... beautiful ! Hey, I said you were Godless then It seems like you're a soulless friend.
As thoughtless as you were back then, I swear that you are Godless. Hey, I guess you're lonely, when I gave, you only took, So then It's stranger then its ever been. I guess it's what you wanted. Of late, it seems that lonely I will be. I beg, I bleed, but this is all that I've gotten. Hey, as for today, my friend, To hope that you could ever bend, I swear you are, I swear you are, I swear that you are Godless. Hey, I said you're Godless then. Hey, and you're a soulless friend, Hey, I said you're Godless and I swear, I swear You're Godless You're Godless You're Godless. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11pm .... Dam and Blarst ! I've just found out that it isn't National Rook Day at all ! It is actually National Book Day ! I'll "do" that tomorrow then.
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