Bah! Yesterday I was doing a spot of birding at a local birding spot, as you do .... we'd scoped two smashing Ruffs and a Common Sand and various other bits and bobs when , looking upwards, I picked up on a smashing Great White Egret flying over. We watched it galumphing through the sky into the distance ...wooo ! .... and then I realised it was going bang in the direction of my blasted house. Hey... I can remember when they were proper rarities. Crumbs. Of course, the chance of that really happening was pretty low ... it could change tack at any time, it could turn around and fly back over us, and it could just land anytime it liked. But knowing that there was even a small chance that I might, in another time-line or a very slightly different universe, have got it over the house, created a little glob of sadness in my heart. It's still there a day later. When you've been keeping a house list for yonks ( that's quite a long time) it gets harder and harder to get new stuff. So each "miss" like that , even a tenuous, dinky chance like that hits hard. But one of the good things about birding is that, ultimately, it doesn't really matter. That's one of the attractions of stuff like footy .. .. it's absorbing, exciting, ever-changing, but it doesn't actually matter. Unlike most of the rest of what the papers and news are full of. And we need that in our lives. And looking out of my attic window, House Martins are buzzing around, the Swifts went a few days ago, there were hardly any Swallows all summer anyway, and I've just heard a Jay racketing away. All's right in the tiny world. And now, a clever song about a love affair run backwards .... he goes back in time from the pain of the break-up, finishing up with getting her back ! Somehow it seems relevant to what I've just been writing ... Every god damn day since you left me Hung me dry betrayed and you effed me I'm bereft depressed and so confused Didn't quiet understand what you wanted You'd shoot down superman if you hunted No one safe in sights you use With red flags and shopping bags You don't spare them horses Just spare me all the grief and bitter rain 'Cuz I can't handle one more night You fill my heart with dynamite and Only one thing seems to keep me sane Play a sad songs backwards And I'll pretend that I've got you back Make believe that I'm not pacing up and down these halls Taking double fistfuls of prozac Can't take a full step forward Until I make 2 in reverse I'm tired of living in this broke-down, busted, sad Joanna Chorus Take me back into the verse I can always try to give a little love Good man always die That never get enough I say that's no business of mine! Lord won't you come on down and try to carry me I may need dose of shock therapy Have I turned my blood into wine? On all the surfaces medicinal purposes Mayday S.O.S It's true That I swear I'd do anything Including get up and sing To stop me now from thinking of you Play a sad songs backwards And I'll imagine that you're not gone And try to forget when I woke up at 11:10 this morning I was face down on the lawn I'll deny that I'm not bingeing On vodkas, red bull's and lucky strikes Until I glue back all the tiny little pieces scattered around of a heart You never broke I'll keep tryin to find my way (find my way) If you were years of heaven Then this here's ground hog day Play a sad songs backwards I'll pretend I got you back Make believe that I'm not contemplatin going to bed tonight On the local railroad tracks Hind-sight is 20/20 But I see so clearly Love is blind Tell myself it's not a broken record skipping off the shelf And you're last thing on my mind Play a sad songs backwards Play a sad songs backwards Sad songs backwards Update..... I found out on't net later on that "it" had landed not much further on from where I saw it ..so it didn't fly over the house, Mind you, it might have resumed its journey later on. Bah.
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