Because The King of Bryher is always trying to get one up on us lowly types way way down in the pecking order, I'm always keen to do the same to him. Here's how I painted him into a corner yesterday ..... ........... we started with this simple equation a = b + c and that means that 5a = 5b + 5c and also that 4b + 4c = 4a He couldn't argue with that ! We add the red bits on the left and we get 5a + 4b + 4c And we add the green bits on the right 5b + 5c +4a and we get 5a + 4b + 4c = 5b + 5c + 4a ..and he couldn't argue with that either ! Now we subtract 9a from each side .... that turns 5a into -4a ..... and 4a into -5a ! ..so now we've got ... 4b + 4c - 4a = 5b + 5c - 5a he had to agree with that as well...... nearly there ! now, turn the left side into this .... 4 ( b + c - a) and we turn the right side into ... 5(b + c - a) and, reluctantly, he accepted that too... because it's true ! ....so now it looks like this .. 4 (b + c - a) = 5 (b + c - a) Which obviously, means that 4 must be the same as 5 (!!) 4 = 5 (!!!!!!) Readers, The King of Bryher was totally stumped !! And a trifle irked. So .... every step of the way looks right .... so how has it come up with that ???? I hope he's still worrying about it ....... maybe he will be humbler in the future. I only hope it won't drive all five of my loyal readers completely mad. I can assure you all ... there IS something wrong with it... but what ? OK ..there must be some suitable music to go with that .... but what ? There's a fine Lady Gaga version of " Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered" but this is more subtle .... and it contains a clue to what's wrong with my chain of reasoning .
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Having written extensively about getting "The Three Things" I thought I'd better actually sort it out. So ...I went to a likely spot ..... and things looked promising .... about 30 House Martins, and 2 Swifts. But where were the blessed Swallows ("malditas golondrinas" if you've been paying attention). Where indeed. As you know, well, you should do, I've been going on about it quite a bit, swallows are a bit thin on the ground again, like wot they woz last year, so the task of getting Hm + Swi + Swa all in the same binocular view looked a bit remote. But after about 10 mins a measly single swallow turned up ...so, of course, I latched on to it and dogged its every tiny twist and turn, waiting for the other two sp. to loom into the field of view (FOV) as more and more of those pesky minutes dragged along without The Essential Three coinciding in the FOV ... but, you'll never guess .... eventually ,at precisely 12:32 BST, I got them !! Wo !! And you can do that for any three species ! Oh yes. That's a lifetime of birding in itself. Linnet, Herring Gull and Green Woodpecker ... that's a cracker. And you ... yes, you ... could be the first to do it. Here's another "good" "idea" for you... Set yourself unusual, interesting, not too drastic goals .... and then do them ! That's the simple pleasure that comes from a self-imposed trivial task ( SITT) Here's another fine example...... I have a "clothes-line" tick list. And yesterday ( it was a very productive day, obviously) I got a CLT !! ( Wake up ... a " clothes-line-tick")(CLT) Oho ... a female Bullfinch landed on it .... a first ! Start yours today ! I've also written extensively about "hide ticks" .... it all came about because of the Flat Controller having a go at what he likes to think of as his "minions" about birding from hides ... he tried to stop it .. telling us it was not "proper" birding. Needless to say we all made sure it backfired on him utterly and totally. Hah ! ( reminder ... find the link to those posts about it ) ( I haven't done it yet... too busy "clotheslining" ) Then you could try separate lists for each window of the house, birds seen through various shop windows, birds seen from Sainsbury's ... there's plenty of it. Then there's birds ,often unidentifiable actually, on plates, mugs, postcards, paintings, in glass cases, you name it, they'll be there. Simple things to do when there's no Ibis/Ibi/Ibises to go and chase after. And, in contrast to all that twitching stuff, most of the time nobody else will be there ...... And exactly 15 years ago today I got a fine "hide tick" from the "Left Hide" at Cley, the "No Smoking" one.... a fine male Green-Winged Teal.
I wasn't twitching.... I just happened to be there.. but it was part of my tricky quest to "get" the full set of UK birds with four "e's" in their name. But just how tricky is it ? How many of them are there ? So .... plenty of things to do without ruining the planet .... well, sort of. [ Just so you know .... Long-Tailed Duck is on my Sainsbury's Window List .... hah !] But now ... here's the " Answer" to a question I posed way way into the future .. Some time ago a rarity description of a Black Stork supposedly written by someone who might soon become the "Pry Mincer" got leaked .... and I put it on here in the interests of, er, comedy. If you are one of the three people who haven't read it, it's on the other end of this clever link ... 196-from-the-rarity-committees-files-joris-bohnsons-black-stork.html And now, at this crucial time for our beloved country, another one has mysteriously appeared .... yes, he's "seen" another rare bird .. and here's his submission to the BBRC read on .... in case you don't know, that stands for .. The Bewildered Bird Rejection Committee That's what I call it anyway..... don't mean anything by it old chaps, buy you a snorter down at the Duck and Trumpet next time you're down here... anyhow, here's what I, er, saw... it's jolly old J. B. here by the way.... Well,, blimey, spending a bit of time at the pater's mega-mansion, don't y'know, what, with, er, never mind who she was, not, er, relevant, in the circs, hurrrrumph, so there was this bird, no, not that sort, the other sort, on the jolly old lawn, 3-acre job that one, and a bally ha-ha half way across the thing, caught out a few times with the blasted thing, too many bracers most likely, not the first time I've had a bird on the lawn, see what I mean, eh, keep it to yourselves what ! No names, no paternity suit what ? You'll be wanting a few facts, routine stuff, er, not too hot on facts actually, do me best, tally-ho, well, it was about the size of ,er, how can I put it, Goldfish-Govey's head, probably the best comparison, legs, yes, got them, medium size, sort of Thatcher-May hybrid,but with the knees round the back, always wondered about that, seems a bit odd. You'll be wanting to know about its face I dare say, hold on a mo, up at the front as usual I expect, thin sort of pasty thing, short of a few meals at the club I wouldn't wonder, Rees-Moggish look about it, startled, yes, beak , ooh-er, must have had one, a bit north of the face, best bet,thin sort of job, bit like old Wiggers at Balliol, what about that time he got through the Vice-Chancellor's cat-flap, takes a bit of nerve that, got to hand it to him, sent down though, finished up with a first eventually, stern letter from the pater I would imagine. I've got that feeling I always get when I'm on the spot a bit, you know, thinking there's something missing, which reminds me of old Stinky Stodgeworth, one of my tutors at Eton, we used to nick his chalk off his desk while he wasn't looking and he would go raving bonkers and give out detentions left right and centre, and then one of us would pick the right moment and stealthily put in back where it came from. The silly old sod would apologise profusely and excuse us all ...he never worked out what was going on . What days, eh ! Hold on hold on... there's something missing .... have I done the legs ? And talking of legs, which I probably was, what about, er,hold on, better not carry on on with that one, bit dodgy these days, hang on ! I know .... two of the things ! Phew ... just about sorted that bit. I've missed out the wings, that's the thing. And the back. And the front for that matter, better not call it the breast, phwoooar, sticky wicket that one,scrub that, don't y'know, give it a wide birth and all that, hang on, is it berth ? Er ..... well, you lot can pick out the right one, you're the bally experts when all's said and done, and anyway, it had wings, because it flew off , and if it had a front , which it did, it must have a back as well, so that's all sorted out. All shipshape and Bristol fa.... hold on, steer clear of Bristols old chap, steady the ship, nearly got it all sorted out ...... Hah ! Tail !! Well, er, can't say I spotted it. But it must have had one, so that's just about wrapped it up. Which, now I come to think of, is what happened to old Stodgworth on the last day of term, we wrapped him up in brown paper while he was asleep, rather early in the lesson for him, and posted him to New bloody Zealand ! Worth every penny. Well, it was old money then, £1 2s 8d as far as I remember. Postal Order job of course. There we are then .... and I'm depending on you to come to the right and proper decision. Us Old Bailliolers ... hang on a mo, that can't be right ... Old Bailliolions, no, I know, Old Balliolographers .... well, whatever we're called,we need to stick up for each other, that's the spirit, what ! And talking of tails, I could tell a few tales about you lot, might get leaked to the Sunday papers, don't want that sort of thing now do we, if you know what I mean. And I should know! So, just mull that over, what ! Hang on ... maybe it's wide burth ?? ! I know..... I'll cheer myself up with one of my favourite bally songs .... This was the aftermath of one of my " Poetry Readings" at the El Morocco Tea-Rooms in deepest Soho ... As usual, at the end of a hundred no doubt wearisome, overlong and meandering articles full of tripe, trumpery and twaddle, I'm going to drive you all round the twist by reminding you of all the cack "verses" I have "composed" along the way. And here they are ..... This one was on post #402 ......
Well... I'll tell ou straight awa .... there's one particular letter which simpl isn't anwhere in toda's article .... esterda's thing was trul lovel, but this one is unrul, sill and waward. The rest of the ear will be fine ...... the dodg " " on m keboard will be back to working properl. Apparentl .... hpotheticall ! I saw a ellow Wagtail esterda It was fling and grating, as is its wa, So far awa it was, it looked so tin, But sadl, it smartl fell into the brin. The brin 's also deadl to the Tern As the Soot and the Roal all will learn If the stra too closel to the waves the too will bell-flop to water graves ! Ever Ja , though very smartl dressed Regrets the da he tangles with a Veer Who ever time is going to come out best And the brightl - plumaged one will suffer dearl . Sklarks, a clums , nois tpe of bird, Take to the sk , to reach a loft height. When there, he sings a wisp, wimp song and fortunatel , doesn't sta there long ! Rubthroats on Saturda s oft appear The fl across the brin on the Frida But on arrival, man a wear tear is shed because the rarel live till Sunda ! The Wrneck and the Grfalcon alike sound gruff and grump like the Great Gre Shrike their popularit will slump, and rapidl , if the don't get their " " back prett smartl ! B now I've prett much run out of juice This missing " " thing's reall too abstruse Mabe "d" would be a wiser wa , Or birds from wa awa like Mandala ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sorr that I ran right out of puff it's trick writing all that craft stuff I'll tr to make the next one reall nift but I expect I'll hardl reach verse fift ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Readers ... I thank ou for our patience. And if ou weren't patient ... I smpathise. Trul . Deepl . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ..and this lot is from post 410 .... a varied bunch of bird-related limericks .... Some of these are actually "true" .... and that's a rare thing ... .. and unusually, I've given each one its own title... [1] Bruce hits the deck A birder, remarkably fat in our Bird Club meeting was sat his chair smashed to pieces, the audience, in creases as he rolled on the floor like a prat ! [2] Mothing beats Waxwing ! My favourite bird is the Waxwing But what does it rhyme with ? Nothing ! I should pick another But it's too much bother I think I'd be better off mothing ! [3] Low-lister pisses on his chips ! There once was a man from Porthcawl Whose list was pathetically small so he bought some binoculars and soon he caught up-with-us BUT WE DIDN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL ! [4] The longest bird in the whole wide world There's a bird called the Western Gray-Headed Puff-Back Flycatcher, if you can credit it, it's the longest-named bird in the whole of the world, and if you don't agree, you're a half-wit ! [5] ..and its rivals ... ( There's also some Birds of Paradise that are the same length, which is nice, you're unlikely to tick-em whatever your stratagem And I'll tell you why ... it's the price ! ) [6] The elusive bishop .... The Anomalous Bishop is not on my list I've tried and I've tried, but I've always just missed I've been to the places Where some have seen traces So "off" I am thoroughly "pissed." !! [7] Two calls is not enough... The Equivocal Babbler's hard to find as well, it has two calls, the "tinkle" and the "bell" I know every wrinkle of both Bell and Tinkle but have I seen one... have I hell ! [8] Drawbacks to living for ever.... and a solution ! If I could live for ever, and for eternity I would have the longest list, well, eventually, but perhaps it would get boring and then, I'd start imploring God to send me up that magic "disappearing tree" ! [ but would I "get" the Ovenbird that you can see from up it ? I might not see it from the top then I'd be a muppet ! ] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is from post #438 .................. 'ere's an elevating ditty for you to admire ... or not. Te Sag's a bird you see from sips and te Wincat as is bus. The Obby flies as if e floats and Erons wade in slus. The Sore Lark as a selly beac the Stonecat as is eath. Searwaters fly way out of reac the Awfinch as no teet. And wat about the ansome Coug ! Te Selduck and te Ciffcaff ? Te Redsank by te sea so roug, Their life's no kind of laug. Tey all long for a oliday, to some distant place to sally in wic tey'll sleep and play all day in a rigt pos seaside calet ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not one of my best, but at least it represents a point of view. It could be a new motive for " T'Mystery of Migration" Extra verses in a similar vein will be welcomed at [email protected] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This next ( very short) one needs a bit of context ..... There we were .... the King of Bryher and me, swilling cocoa at Grumbling Stumps. He was quite affable, which was a bonus ... but then, he struck me with a zonker ... .. and here it is .... What is the only West Pal Passerine which has only 10 tail feathers ? Ouch!! That came out from left field ! And I wish he's left it there. Mind you, it's a pretty useless bit of knowledge. Back in my ringing days I might possibly have known. It hardly gets a passing mention In that ringer's book by Svensson ! He doesn't highlight its uniqueness Which goes to show its incompleteness ! If he'd said lots more about it I would not have looked a Twit !! (Their proper name is rectrices which sounds like some fatal disease. ) So, readers both ... what is that rather unique and tail-feather- deficient passerine ? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This next one was stuck onto the end of a thing I wrote about Spring . Post 466 it was..... Spring hasn't really got going until you get to see Swift, Swallow and House Martin all in the same binocular view .... harder than you might think, especially last year when the swallows never really turned up ! When Spring has well and truly Sprung and Swallow, Swift and Martin fly and life is strong in heart and lung to see all three in't bins I try. It's not as easy as you think the sodding things, they whizz around and come and go in a half a wink the little beggars can't be found. Your bins get heavier by the min your neck feels like its going to snap stuff this for a lark, you're thinking this Spring thing's all a load of crap. Then as you're just about to flee For half a sec they're in your sights You've done it, the "Essential Three" Spring's here at last, and its delights ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ... as always, thank you for your kind attention. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This next one went on the end of post 473, where I rambled on about Global Warming and what the Dad's Army lot would do about it ...... but it ended up on this positive (?) note ... Global warming, global warming Oh how those Little Swifts are swarming As we have our fourth ice-cream Perhaps of Trogons we shall dream We'll watch the passing Frigatebirds As we recycle all our turds. My list will get so long that .. oh! I just might get to see a Drongo A thing I never thought I'd do. Just a mo ! a Cockatoo Has just this minute nicked my hat. Aha ! What's this one flying in It's just a flaming Francolin. The East Coast Akolat's quite rare But I've just spotted 5, so there. But without transport can we twitch ? There had to be a blasted hitch ! And riding bloody bicycles Will ruin all our testicles And that will mean no reproduction .... Hey .. I think that might be the solution !!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This one was tacked onto the end of post 495 ...... which somehow drifted onto the topic of birds having crests/soldiers wearing big hats ...... ... all that being a way of demonstrating power and dominance ... ..... but it can work both ways ..... .... and, of course, a scrap can be cathartic too as well as tragic. ... so ...here is the verse, for better or worse . Some birds have a crest To look their best Like soldiers have hats And we know that that's A clever trick, to make us fear Their fighting skills with sword and spear They look much bigger than they really are Like the spikes on a helmet and the wings on a car Throughout evolutionary history It's worked for them, and it works for me ! But just a mo ! That showy bluff Could lead to fisticuffs and stuff And that would be an awful shame So maybe there's a different game ? No! that's a load of softy crap What we like is a bloody scrap - Actually and metaphorically And, of course, cathartically, And very evolutionary. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This rather odd paragraph is to be found near the end of the introduction to a short booklet containing a very difficult set of clues, which ultimately lead to the name of a bird. It's a peculiar paragraph, as you will see ..... but what does it tell us ? Interestingly, thorough investigation should not occasion the tiniest hesitation, even if nothing is taken into account. Lastly, leave everything to the established research scientists, who have investigated countless hidden messages and their theoretically elementary results. How many birds lurking in the undergrowth are exactly equivalent to that which is being measured, weighed and ringed in the bird observatory laboratory ? In most other attributes which researchers study, reason clearly selects age criteria. Taking special photographs, observing autumn stores, studying physical behaviour for starting their nests: ornithologists do anything required. At first it matters what, but later what is unimportant. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some of my older readers might even know what that little book was. And it certainly isn't that one in the picture up at the top. That's The Collins Field Guide to Fields ! ( Northern Edition) That was one of my flights of imagination. Which, strangely, turned out to be a real book. Crumbs. But it doesn't really matter .... think of it as just a puzzle to be solved. But ... what would be a suitable bit of music ? Well .... this is good advice I suppose ...... and if you should be mad enough to want to read more about that wonderful "Fields" book I invented, everything you might ever want or need to know is the the other end of this magnificent link ....
40-the-book-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html As me and The Significant Otter were trundling along in the Junkmobile, out of the blue she asked me " why would birds choose not to fly ? This gave me the opportunity for a bit of "mansplaining." Well, why even start flying in the first place ? .... it's a fair question, because flight has its costs/disadvantages. For a start, flying birds need to keep their weight down ... their bones are mostly hollow and thin, so they're easily broken. They have to have dinky heads and therefore tinky-winky brains so they can't do much thinking. And they can't binge-eat in times of plenty else they wouldn't be able to take off. Also, there is a "bigness" limit too .... Swans are getting close to it .... what a bother they have getting airborne ! So why bother ? Well, one of the big things is , they can avoid ground-based predators. First off, they can simply fly away. Boy, that must be annoying for those rats ! Not only that, they can nest up trees ( yes, I know some mammals do that too),right right up in the spindly wiggly twigs that most mammals can't manage to reach, so their young are safer.And so are they. And now us humans have arrived, they can nest on their houses. And they can look around into other gardens and see what's on offer.And fly over lakes and ponds and the sea (!) and catch fish and frogs etc. And they can do it very quickly and efficiently And also, being able to fly gives them a much bigger area for foraging for food.Wow! BUT ... if there are no ground predators and plenty of food to be "found on the ground" why bother with flight at all ? Why indeed ! The Dodo got caught out when humans arrived and shot them and the rats they brought with them ate them. Ouch. There's one more thing too ..it's often puzzled me ... I'll tell you about it after the music .... which, as usual, has nowt to do with all that ... Crumbs ... it's a words video too ... ... you can croon- along -a-Bob ! Well, here's the "mystery thing" wot I've wondered about ... over the course of many many years, I've watched zillions, nay, squillions of birds flying along, sometimes in flocks of tens of thousands, and I've never seen one fall out of the sky.
Don't birds get muscle cramps like us humans do ? That would be enough to plummet them to their death. Don't they ever die in flight ? I don't know. And then there's Swifts spending huge chunks of their lives flying .... and Shearwaters/Petrels etc ..but at least if owt went wrong over the sea they would be able to have a rest. Just a thought. Here's another "selection" from that "Brattish Birds" thing I wrote about 286 years ago .... as usual, I apologise for the inevitable overlaps .... and also for the crappy French.... yes, it is meant to be bad, but it could have been bad in a much better way ..... Yes, silly stuff indeed. Which, of course, was the whole idea. And now, a rather notorious bit of French music ... it's " Plastic Bertrand" and the rapid-fire " Ça plane pour moi" ..and I hope you are suitably impressed with that lovely Ç I did there. Needless to say, the song is all about drugs. And the title means, sort of " It's OK for me" or "I'm fine with it" .... Obviously, you're going to want to sing along with it .... .... now back to some sort of sanity for a moment ....
Well, we nearly have, but here's a totally new field ..... mind you, when I first watched this it immediately opened up a whole new panoply of those " tick celebrations" I keep rumbling on about ... anyhow, what about this lot ? .... prepare yourself for the whole gamut of emotions ... wonder, laughter, curiosity, bewilderment, amazement ....... but mainly, I think, laughter ... of the Laurel and Hardy variety ... .... here's some key moments ...... 3:12 head keeps still ! 5:30 stairs ! I was wondering about stairs. 6:36 balancing ! 7:55 stick man appears ! ... etc.... As you can imagine, the "Comments" are numerous and interesting. Going back to the " are humans still evolving" thing, yes we are ... but in more limited ways.... or maybe, just in different ways.Fewer people die of measles, plague, sepsis and so on these days, but car crashes, plane crashes, bombs, assault rifles, terrorism, obesity, heart attacks, drugs, depression ... they're on the up. And some of the "new" ways of dying are much less directional .... they don't push the human race into specific directions .... they're more random. Also, because in the first world at least ,people are living longer .... no longer dying before the age of 30 as many used to. And that has repercussions .... their reproductive life is much longer, and the children they produce will also live much longer ..... and an exponential population curve appears ! And as for birds ...well, a tiny percentage are getting to depend a bit more on us .... garden feeders, reserves etc. But over the world as a whole, birds are more or less doing what they've always done. Which is good. Because the way things are going, us lot won't be here much longer, at least, not in the vast numbers we have now, and that's a "good" thing. Not that there's any such thing as "good" or "bad" in the Universe. Nope. No such thing . I've started rabbiting on a bit .... But that video does, as they say, "make you think." As does this lovely song ...... I was tired o' being drunk
My face cracked like a joke So I swung through here like a brace of jackrabbits With their necks all broke I stumbled at the door with my boot And I knocked against the jamb And I scrabbled at your chest like a mute With my fists of ham Trying to tell you that I am Telling you I can I can love you again Love you again I'm squinting towards the East My faith makes me a dope But you can take my hand in the darkness, darling Like a length of rope I shaped up overnight, you know The day after she died When I saw my heart, and I tell you, darling It was open wide What with telling you I am Telling I can I can love you again Love you again And it can have no bounds, you know It can have no end But you can take my hand in the darkness, darling When you need a friend And it can change in shape and form But never change in size Well, the water, it runs deep, my darling Where it don't run wide The feather of a hawk was bound Bound around my neck A poultice made of fig The eager little vultures peck And the verse I read in jest And Matthew spoke to me Said, there's a flame that moves like a low-down pest That says, "you will be free" Only tell me that I can Tell me that I can I can love you again Love you again Love you again Love you Way way back ( post#453, 4th April) I was writing about bird-song records ( it was National Vinyl Day or something)(well, the day after actually) and having written about it I couldn't find any of my admittedly small collection of such things. Not one ! Bah ! But this morning, I found this magnificent CD behind a load of books. Yo ! Just look at all the birds on the CD ..... crumbs !! ..... and ,as usual, I apologise for the overlap ... Not only that .... there's a whole load of descriptions of what's on each track , and locations, and dates. You even get to find out the birds in the background ... that's quality that is ! Here's a small selection to show you what I mean ... So .... a gap has been filled, and filled with a cracker of a CD, and I can only wonder where all the other blasted things are. I've got one smashing vinyl thingy with some posh person with an incredibly plummy voice sergeant-majorishly barking out the English and Latin names before each bird comes on ... I hope I will find that one . Good value ... memorable ! " YELLOWHAMMER EMbehRR-AYE-ZAAH CitreenELLA" Yes, that's really how he does it. Worth 17/6 any day. All that singing and calling ... it's like a marching band signalling power and territory and the like ... ho yes. They even wear big tall hats to make them look bigger ! Birds, of course, have crests instead. Anthemic or what ? I know you all want to sing along with it. That's cathartic that is. There ought to be a Cathartic Tern ... and a Cathartic Warbler. Hey ... Cathartic Redpoll !! The list goes on .... as does this "verse" ... Some birds have a crest To look their best Like soldiers have hats And we know that that's A clever trick, to make us fear Their fighting skills with sword and spear They look much bigger than they really are Like the spikes on a helmet and the wings on a car Throughout evolutionary history It's worked for them, and it works for me ! But just a mo ! That showy bluff Could lead to fisticuffs and stuff And that would be an awful shame So maybe there's a different game ? No! that's a load of softy crap What we like is a bloody scrap - Actually and metaphorically And, of course, cathartically, And very evolutionary. One of my loyal (?) readers (?) from Leighton Moss kindly (?) took the trouble to send me this entry in yesterday's log book ... no, not the first five, or the last two ..no. it's the x3 C130s one that puzzled me ... and her. or is it X3 C1305 ??? or could it be the time .... 1305 ?? Ay, there's the rub ! .. as my pal Shakespeare wrote ! Hey-up ! is C130 the BTO letter code for a Gannet ????? Can any of you "astute and helpful bears" out there help ? Seriously ... I want an answer !!! |
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