Yes, I was ridiculously pleased to find 7 wheatears on my morning stroll. Mind you, it was, no doubt about it, the target bird. But why ? Well, they were in the 3K ... my dinky, self-imposed "patch" ,a three kilometre-radius circle centred on my house. I told you all about why I created it ... here .... 16-the-3k.html And the thing is, during the spring passage, I didn't find a single blasted one in the 3K. Bah ! I found lots of others elsewhere. Elsewhere !! What's the use of that ? What indeed. I tried hard enough. Curly got some. No doubt various PIMPS did too .. People In My Patch. But you know how it is ... wrong place, wrong time. ytipidnereS ... The opposite of serendipity. So yes, I was pleased..... and having effectively "two patches" ... the 3K and "everywhere else" .... gives me more things to do, and encourages me to get about a bit more. And it can , as it did today, make an "ordinary" bit of bird-spotting into something a bit special. Plus, it's unique to me ... so I can't be beaten by anyone, it's not a race, it's just, er, me. Which can only be good. I suppose someone could find out where I live, and replicate my 3-kilometre circle .. But that's rather unlikely. And pathetic. Music later ... I have been summoned by The Significant Otter. OK ... that's all sorted ... now the excellent Vetusta Morla ... " Fuego" Trajeron ropas para impresionar ..... Trapos y pieles en forma de abrigo
Pero, ¿quién quiere taparse si aun no conoce el frio?......Dejaron mantas en el vestidor Y los cerrojos para estar tranquilo........Pero, ¿quién quiere guardarse si no existe enemigo? Pero, ¿quién quiere ocultarse de lo desconocido?.........Fuego, siempre alrededor Fuego, alguien olvidó que el fuego........Que el fuego..........Lo guardo yo Cosieron ojos a mi espalda ............Con las señales que llevan al nido Pero, ¿quién quiere encontrarse si aún no se ha perdido?......Pusieron cajas en el mostrador Y las vacunas de un recién nacido......Pero, ¿quién quiere curarse si aún no ha sido herido? Fuego, siempre alrededor........ Fuego, alguien olvidó que el fuego Que el fuego........Lo guardo yo ¿Quién quiere alarmas .......Si aún sigo vivo? Fuego, siempre alrededor.........Fuego, alguien olvidó que el fuego Que el fuego.........Lo guardo yo
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