General chat

“Is there any way we could have a thread for the more lightweight stuff like music and general chat?”

Do it here. Please no personal attacks or bickering. Anything abusive, provocative or inflammatory may be deleted.

11 Comments

  1. Gezza

     /  September 27, 2018

    Ludmilla Mallard turned up below the kitchen window this morning. Haven’t seen her for a month or so. She ran up and gobbled some wheat wheat out of my hand & let me pat her when I sent out to say hi. Very cute, is Ludmilla. Ivan The Terrible was a perfect gentledrake. He stood back & let her get most of the wheat so I had to give him some of his own.

    I don’t know where she’s been. I haven’t seen any ducklings in the stream so far. The pooks and the ducks don’t always have their babies at the same time, and there haven’t been any crossing the road here, which usually happens when the hens all start raising their ducklings.

    • Kitty Catkin

       /  September 27, 2018

      One of the funniest, sweetest things that I have seen is the 10 or so ducklings prancing along behind mum and down a drive as if the house was their own. The man who lived there had never seen them before and was amused and delighted to see the little procession going down his drive;

      Sparky was in the cafe this morning. The silly was looking everywhere but the right place for some muffin crumbs that I gave him..they weren’t THAT small. He came along just too late to have the really nice bits that I’d put aside for him.

      • Gezza

         /  September 27, 2018

        Yes I keep trying to persuade Hettie Blackbird to hop faster. I call her name and toss out the biggish wet bread chunk that’s hers but she’s too slow racing up to get it. Fledgy races to it when I throw him his. She at least usually manages to get SOME of it because the sparrow snatcher drops some. Hettie gave me a big surprise this morning when she suddenly flew up onto the window ledge about a foot away and flew away again, letting me know she was there. Very pretty, close up. Very soft spotted down chest feathers.

        It’s been a nice day but the southerly breeze is nippy. All four pooks were over the far bank directly opposite about 10 am this morning & Alex was climbing around with them, cheeping & looking like a very hale and hearty little miniature black kiwi.

        I went down and fed Ella & played a little with her for a few minutes about 11 am.

        I’ve just come back from looking over the fence for a while. Alex was playing on the little stony beach downstream and running up and down the bank, following on the heels of one or other of the adults. Alex paddles a bit in the shallows but hasn’t tried to swim yet. Probably just as well – Ella, Eli and Elvira were all doing big circuits in the stream.

        I just love watching the wlidlife here. I feel so lucky to have so much of it and for them to be such diverse creatures. I must put together my clips of Seamus Shag and post them on Gezza’s Stream soon. I saw him again in the stream the other day.

        When I went out to feed Ella at 11 Ludmilla and Ivan were snuggled down on the lawn a foot apart, beaks tucked into their back feathers, having a nap. Cute.

        • Kitty Catkin

           /  September 27, 2018

          i don’t have a stream, but live near a lake and streams just down the road. The bird life in my smallish garden is a never ending joy. So little trouble and expense for so much pleasure. Across the road are pooks, pheasants and partridges, and I see shags on the wetlands. They fly over, as do dux, geese, hawks, spoonbills….

          I know that I shouldn’t like to see possums, but they are so sweet to look at. I don’t encourage them, of course.

          I love the blue ladybirds that live in the garden.

          It’s an endless delight to have such a variety of things to look at.

          • Gezza

             /  September 27, 2018

            Yep it would be. I understand completely. (I see some poor sad bastard obviously doesn’t, though.)

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  September 28, 2018

              I can’t imagine (coff) who this poor fool is, but if that’s how they feel, they are indeed a sad and pitiful person. It’s their loss, of course,

          • Gezza

             /  September 27, 2018

            I can’t open my kitchen window for long at the moment. The big pittosporum over the fence is flowering – it’s got dense small purple flowers, and at this time of the evening it gives off an incredibly strong, really cloying perfume that smells like a hundred burning joss sticks & aggravates the bronchial tubes & makes breathing difficult. It wasn’t so strong last year – it seems to vary. There’s another pitto next to it but it doesn’t have the same flower & I never notice its perfume.

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  September 28, 2018

              Mine don’t flower. One that I thought was one isn’t, but two are.

              I once took some ‘naked ladies’ inside and had to take them out, The scent was disgusting, like strong, cloying perfume and horribly sickly. Ugh.

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  September 28, 2018

              A few years ago something on the walkway made me wheeze so badly that I thought that I wouldn’t be able to breathe, it was terrifying.

  2. phantom snowflake

     /  September 27, 2018

    Wasn’t really a fan but this one won me over: