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

     /  15th December 2018

    Cheekybird Sparrow arrived on the kitchen window ledge while I was making breakfast, so as usual I put a couple of wheat grains out on the ledge for her to peck up, and flit off onto the hose-holder outside, ready for the next lot.

    Then, when I put another one out there for her – I also put two grains inside, on the window sill because she loves to stretch up, look over, and if she sees any, she likes to hop onto the window sill, peck them up too, and jump back out again.

    She’s the only one of many who visit the ledge for a wheat grain or two, & it looks so cute & funny that I always do this for a few minutes with Cheekybird.

    When she flew in this morning, I initially thought a yellowhammer had arrived. She and a couple of other sparrows had been hopping around in my lemon tree, getting the nectar in the flowers, and she was covered in pollen. But I soon recognised her cheeky little face and her loud little “peep” of a chirp, announcing she was there. And I put two wheat grains on the window ledge for her, and two on the window sill, as usual.

    She hopped along and got one on the window ledge, then jumped up onto the window frame, looked at me, pecked quickly at the two on window sill, and missed – knocking one along the sill, and the other into the sink. And the little madam had the blimmin temerity to stand there, perched on the window frame, wings on hips, and angrily chatter at me – like it was MY fault ! 😠

    • Kitty Catkin

       /  15th December 2018

      I think that she’s well-named. You have to love them. Does she tap her claws on the sill and do that nose-sigh thing ?

      Fido is sleeping through all the thunder; he didn’t even bark to tell me that it had begun. His desensitising must have worked, thank goodness; no more terrified dog doing his bun.

      • Gezza

         /  15th December 2018

        It’s good that you’ve managed to teach him not to panic and fret when there’s thunder or fireworks. It’s pitiful when they get all stressed and terrified at sounds you can/t isolate them from.

        • Kitty Catkin

           /  15th December 2018

          I am astonished. He used to be a wreck at fireworks time, barking and carrying on all the time that they were on. It was a real surprise that he slept through them this year…fireworks ? what fireworks ? This is a dog who will wake up when a hedgehog walks around the garden. I’d love to have seen the cat in the hedge, bum on her own house’s side, head on the other, enjoying the free show next door when her mother came out to find her when she didn’t come in when called.

  2. Blazer

     /  15th December 2018

    this ones for…Chuck..

  3. Gezza

     /  15th December 2018

    Another stunner of a sunny day in North Welly. I took ma for a walk and a picnic lunch in the shade at a nearby park, for a change of scenery, and some fresh air.

    This chap came up and introduced himself. Said his name was Gulliver and that he was a marine aviator. I asked if he’d like to join us & he had a bite or two before wandering off to chat about fishing to another flyer further up the lawn.

    • Gezza

       /  15th December 2018

      There might be some pook egg hatching going on over on the far parenga. I was out looking over the stream very late last night before hitting the sack, & I heard some unusual cooing-type sounds coming from Sweety. Although Alex and Bluey have come up to the pook promenade over the fence this morning for some breakfast wheat, Sweety hasn’t been up yet.

      It’s 2.30 pm and I could hear Alex have a little whine from somewhere over where I think the nest is hidden in the foliage. Sweety made a couple of quiet peeps and he stopped. I’m wondering if she was telling him to be quiet because the eggs are hatching & she doesn’t want anyone to know yet.

    • Kitty Catkin

       /  15th December 2018

      ” Ssshhh…you’ll wake the eggs !”

      • Gezza

         /  15th December 2018

        Sweety just came walking up the stream doing steady little peeps, while Bluey and Alex were just over the fence, having spotted me when grooming down in the water, and having come up for a 2nd wheat dinner.

        Bluey started responding with double peeps to Sweety’s peeps, and he walked down the bank over and thru the foliage and headed off downstream. I’m pretty sure what was going on was this:

        Sweety: I’m coming up for wheat now.
        Bluey: What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on the nest.
        Sweety: I’ve been sitting on that blimmin nest all blimmin day, while you and Alex have been swanning about, having baths, getting snacks, & just generally enjoying yourself. I’m tired, I’m bored, & I’m hungry. It’s warm enuf for me to leave them for a few minutes. They’re your kids took you know. Stop talking me for granted. You can go and sit on them; it’s your turn.
        Bluey: Yes dear. All right, all right, I’m going now. Enjoy your dinner. Come on Alex. It’s your bed time.

        • Gezza

           /  15th December 2018

          And I’ve just realised (because Bluey’s calling) that their calls haven’t been coming from somewhere over the far side. I’m hearing the echo bouncing off the far bank. Their nest is on my side this time. And it’s not far away, just down below and a few metres to the left. I will need to be careful going down to feed the eels when the eggs hatch. They will be super-protective and potentially aggressive once the pooklet or pooklets start wandering in a day or two after hatching.

          • Kitty Catkin

             /  15th December 2018

            ‘You enjoyed making them, you can blimmin well enjoy looking after them. You can’t have one without the other, buster.Us girls need a break sometimes.’