After all the excitement and drama of my " Lockdown TV Bird List" ..... 839-the-long-awaited-tv-list.html ...... I'm now going to show you the current state of my Lockdown Radio List. It may be short, but it is hard-won. Any old twerp can spot Swans and Peregrines on the TV, but with the radio you've got to work and listen a lot harder. Except, of course, with Tweet of the Day ( ToThD) ... sitting ducks, they are. But I m not proud ... I tick'em and stick'em on the list. Anyhow, here's what I've "terned" up so far .... Hoopoe ( that Checkov play) Gannet ( ToThD) Arctic Tern (ToThD) Willow Warbler (Uncle Mort's North Country) Robin Ditto Kestrel ( "mentioned" on the above) Mute Swan (ditto) Whitethroat (ditto) Cockatiel On the News, I think. Gt. Skua ( ToThD) Golden Oriole (ditto) Lesser Whitethroat (ditto) Mute Swans "mentioned" on "The Now Show" Turtle Dove TothD Robin a rather barmy one on " The Mill on the Floss" Tawny Owl Horrible Histories Corncrake ToThD Little Tern ditto Tree Pipit ditto Herring Gull ditto ( he said it had a red-tipped bill, which it doesn't) Spotted Flycatcher ditto Swallows ditto ( Monty Don likes them) ( I'm surprised I haven't "got" any on the Archers) Late yesterday afternoon I strolled down to the Flood .... and looked for, but didn't find ... Wheatears and Sand Martins .... bah and humbug. BUT ... the Flood did turn up 2 Stock Doves and a variety of Wags .... Pied. White, Yellow and Blue-Headed. I happily hobbled homewards, and my 5th Swallow of the year circled around me as I approached the house. It kindly stuck to the Social Distancing Rules, in contrast to the hordes of bloody cyclists and joggers who think they can do what they like. But now ... moody music ... Noir Désir .. A La Longue Je me love dans tes bras Et je n'aimerai que toi A la longue
Je t'aime et dans mes bras Toi si tu ne love que moi On prolonge Ton man'ge m'enchantait Tournoyait Autour du sentiment de S'y noyer Et la terre s'est mise à valser Sûr que le fond des cendriers N'est pas net Toi tu m'appelles au secours Ma chère folie et mon amour Ma planète Et tu veux du silence En veux-tu ? Des années-lumière blanches Par dessus Il y a le bruissement de tes ailes Et les grands souffles qui nous appellent A la longue Toujours des fleuves qui remontent Et des vomissures qui me comptent Parmi elles L'or c'est sûr n'est pas loin Cherche bien Des sutures et des points N'y font rien D'o' vient cette créature en robe longue Et cette fusée encore oblongue Qui se dresse Elle est fière et droite comme un I Qui peut deviner comment lui Dire qu'elle cesse
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