In the i recently there was a huge spread about "boredom." And right towards the end, it meandered off into suggesting various pastimes could be a good way of not being bored. And then, bird-watching was suggested as a suitable and "blameless" hobby. And people didn't "do" bird-watching because they've never actually done it. SO .... I wondered if bird-watching WAS "blameless." Maybe ... just maybe .... it isn't . [a] Way back, birds were mainly seen as FOOD ! [b] They still are now, to some extent. [c] And their eggs are rather attractive and collectable. [d] And lots of us humans shoot birds in large numbers. [e] And the lead shot creates havoc for wildlife and agriculture. [f] Then there's those bloody twitchers and their gas-guzzling cars. [g] Some birders are not very nice at all .. in many different ways. EG ... [h] There's a lot of "toxic rivalry" throughout the birding fraternity. [i] There's a lot of idiots in "The Birding World "! Oh yes. !! [j] And there's lots of Bossy Bigheads as well . I'm sure there's lots of other reasons why birding is not "blameless" at all. Enough of gloom and negativity .... let's have some music .... ..... chunky or what ! Manu ----- Tes Cicatrices ................ Des cicatrices aussi belles, Un visage de pluie et d'argent. Quand tes larmes s'y glissent, Encore plus belles. C'est le plus bel hommage au temps, Le plus beau sentiment. Comment te dire comment je t'aime, Comment te dire tout simplement? Que tes cicatrices sont les plus belles, Que la vie ne glisse plus comme avant. Jamais cicatrices ne furent plus belles. Que tes cicatrices soient miennes. On cicatrise avec le temps, Ca m'électrise toujours autant. Fissurée en plein vol c'est magnifique, Je ne touche plus le sol vraiment. Oh non vraiment... C'est magique! Comment te dire comment je t'aime, Comment te dire tout simplement? Que tes cicatrices sont les plus belles, Que la vie ne glisse plus comme avant. Jamais cicatrices ne furent plus belles. Que tes cicatrices soient miennes, Et que nos plaies se fendent d'un sourire, Fissurés en plein vol de souvenirs. Jamais cicatrices ne furent plus belles. Que tes cicatrices soient miennes. Comment te dire comment je t'aime, Comment te dire tout simplement? Que tes cicatrices sont les plus belles, Que la vie ne glisse plus comme avant, Plus comme avant. Tes cicatrices, Bird of the day so far .... Sparrowhawk circling way up in the the sky over the house. Woo ! I'm off out to spot a few birds if the rain keeps away.
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