0451 Stockholm time. Rolling out of the cot.
Proud first appearance in this thread (curtsies)
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Always
Time to get at it
I got up at 545 to check my lad was up for work. He was already dressed in his site clothes, and ateing toast.
He’d usually have been in bed til lunchtime
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Sounds like you’ll have no worries with that lad.
No surprise you’ve reared him well. In fairness to you.
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It’s a remarkable change tbh.
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Seems like the job is just the conduit to revealing the character.
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era how bad
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Dunno. He’s reared himself for the most part.
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An ounce of breeding is worth a ton of feeding.
Signing in.
5hrs sleep is enough in the tank to enjoy watching that crackhead limp from the Octogon back to being a barman in one of Dublin’s most depressing suburbs.
Followed by Donegal giving Rory Gallagher a bit of this.
With the day ending in a beautiful crescendo by England enduring another tortuous loss in a major competition by means of a penalty shootout.
Forza Italia
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That’s one way of putting it.
I’ve been awake since 0530 because there’s a gang of jays and a gang of magpies having a territorial battle in our garden. This flared into violence on Friday morning when I was headed out for a run, and two magpies were attacking a jay who in fairness was giving plenty back. I threw a stone at the magpies but they just flew into the tree and glaring down like a Hitchcock film.
They then flew back and landed on the fence and were looking in the shrubs. There was a jay chick in there they were after. The jay parent was going ballistic. The chick was scuttling along the verge. I ran after the magpies and just missed one with a rock, which hit the neighbours house. I went back and couldn’t see the jays or the chick, but the magpies only flew up onto nextdoor’s roof, and kept looking looking looking.
Not much else I could do at that point, so proceeded with my day, but there’s been bad blood since. Like an LA gang war the past two days with guttural screaming
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I find myself on the side of the jays, though in truth ,the magpies have been here years, the jays only arrived a few weeks ago.
I would recommend making a few alterations to the hydraulics on the family motor, have a quick re-read of Leaving Cert Seamus Heaney and start putting pen to paper on the makings of your first rap album. Order hankerchiefs.
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Your the John Bruton of ornithology world.
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Get a crow banger
It’s hard to know which is worst. Crows (that’s what we call them over here) are bad but those magpies are worse. Lately it’s starlings around here that are pissing me off spending hours trying to raid my blue tit’s bird boxes.
But if it’s trouble you want by all accounts it’s seagulls take number one spot. Haven’t had them around here in years TG. We had a retired light house keeper two doors down used feed them like clock work daily. He died then and they left.
All you can do is let nature take its course. You can’t be on guard 24/7.
He’s in enough trouble already throwing stones at the neighbours houses. He hasn’t heard the end of that one either I’ll wager.
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I went round to explain. He looked bemused before I got half way through.