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  1. Gezza

     /  October 8, 2018
  2. phantom snowflake

     /  October 8, 2018

    Probably a bit too ‘fringe’, but anyway here’s my favourite Icelandic band:

  3. Kitty Catkin

     /  October 8, 2018

    Sparky the cafe Sparrer turned up today in time for a treat from me. He came really close, which was flattering. He’s a most elegant, well turned out little bird with very neat markings and hops across the floor in that nimble sparrer way, both feet together.

    He seems to have become a bit fussy about he will and won’t deign to eat. I suppose that this is understandable.

    • Gezza

       /  October 8, 2018

      Oh yes. I have an eel that is fussy about what he eats and my pooks won’t eat strawberries.

      I have a pukeko named Aspen stomping around on my roof at the moment becoz he is not willing to accept “all gone; no more”. It’s not going to work.

      • Kitty Catkin

         /  October 8, 2018

        Sparky graciously accepted apple muffin from me. He had a look at what someone at another table had left (I wish I could have taken it for the bird table, they’d have loved it) and turned his beak up at it..

        I couldn’t understand the birds refusing passionfruit. I thought that I was giving them the treat of all treats.

        The dog understands ‘All gone’ . accompanied by hands held up to show that there’s nothing there. His head goes down and he retreats, looking very hard done by.

        Alf the cat who used to live across the road and keeps coming back (I saw his mother up here yesterday, retrieving him – again) was eating the birds’ cat biscuits. They had been a bit agitated for a day or two, hovering nervously around. Then I saw Alf on the table and gave him the bum’s rush. No biscuits were put out for a few days, to discourage Alf, Today I put some out and the birds had them. Alf was in his new home, rather pointedly ignoring me as I passed. He was the one who fell off the roof and was stuck in a tree, leaving large amounts of hair when he extricated himself.

        • Gezza

           /  October 8, 2018

          Alex was brought across the stream today. Unfortunately I found out when Sweety pook was on the fence calling but when I went to look over fence, Alex was along the bank and dived for cover, Aspen shrieked, Sweety shrieked and Dawn Fawny was there with one single tiny remaining duckling from the 10 she had a couple of days ago. Ludmilla and Ivan were on my lawn. Dawn wanted bread, the Pooks wanted anything, but were panicking because Dawn was and so was her tiny duckling.

          Ivan and Ludmilla flew up and over and attacked Dawn and they both flew off upstream where other mallard drakes also blocked her return. I was left with shrieking, panicking pooks and one tiny yellow and black duckling I kept trying to entice closer to save it as I didn’t know what the ducks and pooks would do to the poor little thing.

          Eventually I managed to catch the little tyke. I ran down to the stream. Dawn was upstream quacking from somewhere, too frightened to come back because 3 drakes were waiting. I was trying to calm this poor little struggling, cheeping duckling & in the end came back up and walked down past several neighbours places to where I thought Dawn might be. She was cowering in some bushes and I put the duckling down near her and it ran to her. I left her some bread and retreated.

          Nature’s pretty damn cruel sometimes.

          • Kitty Catkin

             /  October 9, 2018

            Nature isn’t sentimental, it’s red in tooth and claw.

            I had to kill a tiny bunny with deformed feet that meant that mum was attacking it and driving it away. Feed it ? Dream on. It wasn’t going to be a passenger and it needn’t think that it was, She raised all the others.

            If it had been a person, it would have been loved all the more. But a rabbit that can’t pull its weight was not wanted on voyage. It was so small that it was a choice between a mercy killing and letting the little bun starve (or even be killed by mum) I hated doing it.