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.

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  1. Gezza

     /  November 17, 2018

    Morning sky at Pookden Manor

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    • Kitty Catkin

       /  November 17, 2018

      Lovely.

      I came online to do one thing, ha ha.

      Do you remember when our skies were lit up with red and orange because of Australian bush fires?

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      • Gezza

         /  November 17, 2018

        Nature is such a cool artist, Kitty. Never ceases to amaze me what the universal painter sometimes does with clouds.

        Yes, I remember those skies.

        Bluey murdered a starling. 😦

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        • Kitty Catkin

           /  November 17, 2018

          Oh, BLUEY ! Bad bird !

          Herons eat waxeyes. I find it hard to forgive them for that.

          I found a poor wee birdie, not long hatched…some bugger had bitten it’s wee head off.

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          • Kitty Catkin

             /  November 17, 2018

            Agh…ITS wee head. So many people get that wrong that one unconsciously copies it.

            I saw a sunset that was bright orange, bright pink, turquoise and grey. It should have been hideous, but it was glorious and stunning and I remember it years later. I had stopped at someone’s house and the skies opened; it was hardly any distance, but I couldn’t have run home without getting drenched. It stopped as suddenly as it began and the sky was lit with those colours. We all stood outside gazing at tne wonderful display.

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            • Gezza

               /  November 17, 2018

              Quite likely a pook. Their beaks are multi-purpose tools, precision pickers, daggers, secateurs and seed-head-strippers all in one. I only ever see Bluey with the headless bodies of birds. I’ve never seen Sweety do it, or Aspen, for that matter.

              I’d been watching one of these cute little starlings the other day. It was over the far side of stream, hopping around on the near-vertical sides of the banks, weaving in & out between roots, branches, and leaves, getting insects. Bluey must’ve surprised when it blundered into him unexpectedly. He doesn’t hunt birds; he’s just opportunistic, & does it when it suddenly
              occurs to him to have a go, I think,

              No mummy duck will allow a pook anywhere near their ducklings without a fight.

            • Gezza

               /  November 17, 2018

              Oh yes, I forgot. Their beaks are also vice-grips.

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  November 18, 2018

              It looked as of someone had done it with kitchen scissors, so you are probably right.

          • Gezza

             /  November 17, 2018

            Sooky baby Alex, building up his courage & exploring the newly-mown & cleared pook promenade on his own. @ 7.38 pm, so the light is fading.

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            • Gezza

               /  November 17, 2018

              Alex is nearly 9 weeks old now. He no longer flaps his little penguin wings in the baby begging gesture when the adults feed him, his breast and underside have turned blue, & he has the classic fluffy white coverts under his tail.

              His beak and plate are both still black, but they will start changing colour to red now.

              His bottom half is still covered by black, fluffy baby feathers, but his top half now has adult plumage and proper quill-type adult bird feathers with central shaft and vanes.

              This tells me he is right on the cusp of his next growth spurt which will be in his wings. They will grow at a phenomenal rate over the next 2 months.

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  November 18, 2018

              You didn’t say that he had his white knickers on.

  2. Gezza

     /  November 17, 2018

    Just killed a white tailed spider in my lounge. I was just thinking the other day that it’s a long time since I’ve seen one. I hate spiders: they give me the creeps – and white tails I especially hate. My house is about as spider proof as you can get. I even have screens on the windows I most often open, including the kitchen. How white tails still manage to get in amazes me. The little buggers know you’re after them, they can move like greased lightning. I can’t relax if one gets away until I know I’ve killed the damn thing.

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    • Gezza

       /  November 18, 2018

      I was thinking when I despatched this damned spider “They usually seem to come in pairs; I wonder if there’s another one around somewhere?”. I was up early this morning (4.45 am) and sure enuf – another one on the wall by the kitchen. God they’re cunning, the know when they’re being watched, and you have to stamp on them hard and quickly once you’ve knocked them off the wall. If you don’t stamp hard enuf the blimmin things are resilient enuf to just run off and hide the minute you take your eyes off them.

      When I looked these spiders up a few years back I learned the one in the South Island is a different type to the one in the North Island.

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      • Kitty Catkin

         /  November 18, 2018

        I have tried and to a large extent succeeded in desensitising myself to spiders; there’s no one here to remove them for me and no point in gibbering with terror. They are timid, not waiting to leap on people and will run away rather than come near. Someone I know has really learned to appreciate them and it’s rubbed off on me. Their webs are masterpieces.

        I once swatted a wasp and accidentally swatted it through an open window….into a web. I was leaning out to finish it when I saw a spider hurrying towards the unexpected home delivery. The wopse struggled like mad, but it was useless, the spider injected it with something that made it kick and scream for a while, then go still. Then the spider calmly wrapped it up like someone wrapping something in gladwrap and left it hanging there for another time. I felt a bit unkind hanging out the window and watching, but it was fascinating.

        I used to loathe even pictures of spiders, but have pretty well cured myself of all that; I even have a ring that is a large and rather glam spider.

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