Nature? Why You Fuck With My Head?!

  I typed the following, onto Notepad, at 06:40, this morning. While it was still reverberating in my mind.

  "   Good god!

Okay. Real time here. I've just seen the most astonishing thing.

Five minutes ago, as I type, I headed out the back door. I guess I'm now habituated to focusing on the nut feeder, fifteen foot, directly, from the door.

   I, sort of, automatically ask myself what birds are on it, as I look through the glass,

Just now? Dunno. Something, just beyond my ~ ageing eyes ~ focus sparked something in my brain. There was something about the nut feeder.

Opened the door? All hell let loose! Something unwrapped itself from the feeder. It then, clearly, made the fence ~ close behind ~ and shot off to my left.

Okay. Dog's just distracted me. I've lost my train of thought. I'm already asking myself:

 " Was that a rat? Could it definitely Not have been the piney bitch? "

Dunno. Initial impression / jiz had given me rat.

What ever. What's Absolutely clear is that at least one, maybe more, Birds came off them nuts too!!! "

See what I'm saying, people? Which ever it was; It was commensal with the fucking birds!!!

  This is some spooky fucking shit, at my stage in the game! Pheasants ready to share with foxes. I've watched a collared dove shoo an adult rat off the feed.

  Come to that? Only yesterday, I saw an adult rat feeding. Surrounded by chaffinches, feeding on the same, 18" x 10" spread of seed. Not one fuck was given!

  But; A fucking rat, wrapping itself round my nut basket ~ as great tits and siskins hang within inches, eating the same nuts?! 

  Seriously; I really do think that the older we get, the more we see? The more we realise how little we really know!

 

Blackbird; I'll 'Ave 'Ee ....!

 Game on ....! 

I've been feeding the blackbirds their apples for months on end now. So much so that my weekly bag of apples has just become part of the household shopping list and budget.

Worth every last penny though. Just to be able to look out through the back door and see them scarfing down their life assuring rations, within minutes of me putting it out there.

 Always cut their apple in half, 'mind. They don't know what to do with a whole one, it seems. I've always cut them in half anyway. Just something I've done. I like to give them half, then, now that the days are longer and they have the time, I'll give them another half later.

 Anyway; I've had a male and, more particularly, a female out there for ages now. Both rung. (I'm a licensed Ringer and my Trainer and I have caught most of the 'resident' birds, in Mist Nets, and rung them long since). More than one male bird gets around here. Sparrowhawk took one a few weeks ago.

 Today though, I've seen 'my' female bird, enjoying her apple. Then, she's come out from the shelter of the hedge, where I feed them, and started bouncing around, pecking up the ground! 'My' bird's never done this before!

 She also looked 'different'. Her brown wasn't the same tones. No doubt about that. I've grabbed the bin's and focussed in on her right leg. No ring!!!  I was right; This was a completely different bird! Straight away, I decided we'd have to catch her and sort that leg out!  

 But, here's the best bit: Five minutes later, there's a Male bird out there. And he's fucking about, digging the ground and such too. Glass on the bugger straight away. Dear god! He's somewhere between 'warm brown' and 'browny black'!  Probably last years hatch then? And no ring!!!

 Fuck this! These birds need catching and ringing! God knows where they've come from. But, rings may let us find out where they go. How they get on as they go there. How long they live. All sorts of fascinating and useful shit ye never knew ye didn't know. 

 Ringing even just the birds in my 'garden' has expanded my knowledge and understanding of the True dynamics here exponentially. 

 You may observe the birds at your feeders. Count them, even. And think your finger's on the pulse? I used to. But, no. You're really just looking at a procession  of Chinese.  They all look the same and ye really just seeing apparent numbers. But, are they passing by? Or just walking endlessly round the block?

 You too could be amazed. Start Here. 
 

 

This Is Encouraging .....

 I've just realised that I haven't had a 'Comment' in a week or two. Nothing so unusual about that. Enough of ye find the system simply defeats ye. Understandable. It's beaten me to my own knees more than once. And I run the fucking place!

 More than that though; I realised there were no 'ticks' in the little bit there where ye can 'Rate' a post. Click on the box to say ye found it " Interesting ". " Funny ". " A Complete And Irredeemable Waste Of A Valuable Few Minutes Of Ye Life ". What ever.

 Well; That can give one pause to wonder: " Is any cunt actually looking in here any more? " . I wondered. In fact, I wondered so much that I did something I rarely bother to do. I checked my " Stat's ". I can do that here.

 How nice :-) There's a nice little, double figures a day popping in here! I've never had ~ as far as I'd know ~ and certainly never expected Hundreds! Why on earth would I / should they?

 No. As long as some peeps are bothering to drop by and check for new stuff, every now and then? That's nice. It shows I'm not wasting my time, Comments, 'Ratings' or not.

 This sort of thing though gives one pause to wonder:

WTF?! 

 I mean; What the fucking hell is That all about?! What language is that? What was the person searching for? How long before life on Saturn picks this up and thinks; " What The Fuck is this 'Ditch Shitter' lunatic on?! "

Bugger! The thing is; I came in here to mention that point, just as a swift opener to a whole load of stuff I wanted to talk about. 

Trouble is, the shit I wanted to tell ye about is still happening. It's sending in news like bullets flying around my head. Net result is that; It's taken me so long to respond to Half the goings on here, I'm now too fucked to type sense about it!

 Never mind. As I quietly cave in tonight, thinking of a rushed and busy tomorrow? Good shit is bound to be made. 

 Jesus, how ironic. All 'winter' hunkering down, surviving. Now 'summer's steaming up? I'm so fucking busy doing shit, I haven't got time to sit typing about it!

 Shit I'm gagging to talk about:  Dogs, Birds, Nest Boxes, 'The Idiot', Irish Law', Mink, The River In Town, Mink Rafts, Biodiversity, Tidy Towns Committee, Horses, Home Brew, All sorts!  

I'll get round to most of it ~ sooner or later. Just a bit hectic right now. Check by to keep up! ;-)