A bit of a boob

My long-term neighbours (LTN) decided, some time ago, to pack whatever they needed and go travelling in their caravan. They are currently somewhere in Scotland.

They were good neighbours and the sort of folk who like gadgets, like to make things, build things, improve things, maintain things. Always busy, on the go. Whatever they do, they do to their utmost, they do it effectively and, with planning, and the right tools, which they have in abundance, they always end up with a very professional job.

A couple of years ago they put up a quadruple nest box on the back of their house, designed for sparrows. No-one took up residence!

Meanwhile, they let out their house to a young couple who had decided to try out living together to see how it worked out. Apparently, it’s a thing! Who knew?

They seem very pleasant, both are musical types, she a teacher of wind instruments, he, I have no idea, but he is away a lot, putting on shows of some sort.

They are both 20 something but seem childlike in their behaviour. Perhaps I’m just an old fuddy duddy.

He is very slim, quite small, and wears the normal uniform of jeans, tee shirts , and trainers. She is small and a little dumpy, and tends to wear low cut neck lines that could raise my blood pressure were I to dwell on them, especially as she has very well developed muscles.

Last Spring we were having a bumper time for birds. I have feeders all around the back garden and we cater for everyone who wants to visit. We were particularly blessed with many pairs of Goldfinches. They like Niger seed!

Next door erupted out of their patio doors, playing some sort of “chase me” game, giggling. They greeted me over the fence and we exchanged a few pleasantries. I offered to fill up their empty Niger seed feeder (all the feeders left by LTN were long since emptied) and guaranteed that within an hour their garden would have several Goldfinches visiting. The birds did not let me down.

This Spring I noticed a pair of birds very busily building in one of the apartments in the aforementioned nest boxes. If you watch too closely, and too often, they would abandon this site and move elsewhere, so I had not drawn anyone’s attention to their building.

A couple of days ago I met young lady neighbour and mentioned that they had a nesting pair in their box.

“Sparrows?” She asked.

“Great tits” I replied, my gaze sinking Southwards!

 

Is it true? See below.

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It is true apart from the last 3 sentences, and it is actually a pair of Great Tits that have taken up residence!

 

 

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Nadine

Wouldn’t you just love to meet this lady, and aspire to be just like her in the future!

Storyshucker

There was a chilly mist in the March air, but I love my early morning walks and this gray gloom wasn’t going to keep me from today’s. I stopped midway on a bridge over the creek to watch a pair of mallards silently pick and poke along the muddy bank. Nothing could ruin this perfect serenity.

“Hey!” the shrill voice called. “Beautiful, right?” The spry old woman pointed towards the ducks as she marched enthusiastically onto the bridge to stand beside me. She twirled her arms in several rapid circles, stretched her back, then leaned on the railing and began doing standing push-ups. Dressed in sweat pants and jacket, baseball cap and sneakers, she had all the markings of devoted walker.

“Hi.” I said tentatively, unsure of what was happening.

“You’re from the South, aren’t you? Hiiiii. That’s how you said it. Hiiiii.” She spoke with her back to me…

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 29/07/2018

img_1345-3Helen has chosen “Street” as the theme for this week. You can listen to all the great music here.

My choice came to me immediately, but I thought I’d wait around a while to see if anyone else chose it. So far as I can see, nobody has.

The Kinks were formed in 1964, and I believe that they are the only group from that era whose original four members are still alive. Indeed, it was announced in June 2018 that three of the original line up have reformed to make a new album, and, possibly, to tour.

They were tremendously successful, performing from 1964 to 1996, and even had Rod Stewart as lead singer at one stage.

Ray Davies wrote most of their songs, and was an observational writer, penning songs about what he experienced around him, often commenting on the vast differences between the “haves” and “have nots”.

The song I’ve chosen is just such an observation, looking at some poor individual wondering “what are we living for?” He can’t see the point, and considers he can only end up dying on “Dead End Street.” I’m not sure that a great deal has changed!  I’ve actually chosen a version by Ray Davies and Amy Macdonald, just because I think it is really good!

Dead End Street

The Kinks

There’s a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector’s knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don’t understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I’m deep in debt and now it’s much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We can’t get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah

Songwriters: Raymond Douglas Davies
Dead End Street lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

The original Kinks version, complete with an early pre video promotional film, can be seen here.

As a bonus you can see a version by Shakey Graves, Wild Child, and Marmalakes, all touring as Outside City Limits, here. IT REALLY IS GOOD.

Alone With My Bike

I’m shamelessly reblogging this because I added a little verse to the comments, and I rather like it. Also, if you haven’t ever read any of Colleen’s posts then you are missing out on some very wise words, some selfless, and often moving, observations, and the chance to get to know more about a lovely lady. I think Colleen should be prescribed to everyone as a pick me up!

The Chatter Blog

I got on my bike.

To be alone or so I wouldn’t be alone.

I’m not sure which.

Along the way I received waves,

Hellos,

Good mornings,

Thumbs up,

and

A few things I couldn’t decipher but they were said with smiles

So I accepted them with delight.

I met Judy who was on a bike for the first time in 15 years.

She was grateful for being on the bike and determined to resume her joy of biking.

I was appreciated her smiling face and her sharing her story with me.

I stopped to watch a muddy river.

It wasn’t so much roaring as it was rumbling,

I enjoyed the sound of it.

On the way back

I saw a damn snake.

And with that adrenaline I nearly flew over the next five miles.

There was no poetry to my day,

But maybe the rhythm of it lent to…

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Take a tip from Honey

31949396_1767087253337256_2449846145887764480_nMy niece lives on the Scottish coast, close to Edinburgh. She’s into ultra running, coaches and lectures on women’s health and fitness, and borrows this beautiful hound to accompany her on her runs. She served in the Army Reserve and did a tour in Afghanistan. I thought I would share the view, and her positive thought below.

Honey doesn’t give a shit if you missed your gym workout today, or even if you haven’t been for the last 2 weeks.
She’s waiting for you to make the next move, right now.
The only thing she’s concerned about is what’s happening right now, in this moment.
I think we can all learn something from Honey 😁🐾

Yay, Yay it’s Saturday…

The pet that poops breakfast has to be one of the best advertising slogans ever!

LadiesWhoLunchReviews,etc

22D26ADA-0AAC-47BC-9FC0-B1AC19464DB1Roosters and chicken running amok are still pretty prevalent on Kauai.  This is one of several that walk around our resort everyday, especially by the outdoor bar and grill, waiting for people to finish their meal.  And crowing.  Loudly.  At any time of the day.

From what I know, Hurricane Iniki decimated the island back in 1992 and that’s when the chickens and roosters’ coops and hen houses were destroyed; chickens having been originally brought over for food and roosters for cock fighting.  Now they are more feral than domesticated and if you’re not prepared for them running loose, it’s quite a sight and sound!  But I also understand they keep the island’s bug population way down.  I kind of enjoy them now and even have a rooster Christmas tree ornament from Kauai!

And here’s a little meme from Facebook that fits right in…

chickens poop breakfast

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Optimistically Pessimistic Of Improvement

For those of you who have never heard of Cameron, have a look at his blog. It’s a story of determination, setbacks, more determination, and success.

The worlds biggest fridge magnet

Hi everyone.

Remember me?

Weird being back I must say.

It’s been a long long time.

I’m still yet to tell you all about my walk for charity, show you the pictures and tell you all about my blisters.

But before that, I thought I might just start by saying hello and apologising for not having been around for so long.

I’ve neglected the very people that had given me a welcome for so much of my weight loss adventure, and for that I am truly sorry.

It’s amazing really. To my mind nothing has changed in the past 18 months but that is because I have lived each day and don’t recognise the change, therefore it must be nigh on impossible to quantify the massive changes that have actually taken place.

During my blogging hiatus, I have been drunk and sober, happy and sad, lonely and content, busy and…

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