... a noisy miner I believe who keeps swooping and "clacking" my Mrs Poss if she comes out during the day. I wave my arms about a bit, wanting to frighten it off but not frighten the flighty Mrs Poss. It laughs at my feeble efforts, I hear it snickering at me.
The little bugger gives me a "clack" now and again too, when I'm hanging out washing. Cheeky bastard.
Still, on Saturday it 'roused my inner mama-tiger, it swooped my Pingu! "Clacked" at her as she sat on the outdoor table and made her duck!
Well, you can imagine. Things were thrown, voices were raised and a delicate oriental tabby cat was swooped up and deposited in Mr Brown's big, strong, manly (man, man) arms.
I went back out to see if I could snatch it from the fence or washing line and dash it to the ground to be stamped (no, not really, but I was VERY cross). It was shouting at me from the jacaranda.
I looked up and now feel deeply ashamed. Can you see it? Yes indeed. So now I can look forward to rescuing bebe birds in the next few weeks. Pants.
Monday, March 29
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You're on the hobo circuit. There's a secret charcoal symbol scrawled on your dooorjamb, telling creatures you are a soft touch.
Buy more animal food of various sorts. It will be interesting.
lol @ "pants"
heh I have Mobs of the Common Myna's at my gaff, truly urbun locale (I also have a murder of crows, more sparrows than I can shake a stick at and would ya beleive it a flock of Sulpher Crested Cockatoos pop round for a visit once every two months or so... which really tugs at the ole memories as as a kid we used to have a flock of about 300 of the buggers roosting in the valley below us...)
Anyways back to the mynas, most territorial birds about, nasty little buggers but pretty smart... at the mo there is one fledgeling with NO Feathers on its head and no tail, that hangs about my sundeck... ugliest thing you ever saw and mean as an angry ... mean thing... knda romper stomper in a bird. but hey, my cat has learnt to ignore em and though they screech and yell and carry on like... carrying on things... ultimately they don't do more than display.
Wooof... lotta words saying little... great post mate :)
We have what I call the "hinge birds" as they sound like rusty hinges when they object to the presence of the cat next door near their nest. Scrub Jays, in case you want to look them up. Handsome as the day is long, but those squeaky hinges are enough to drive a saint crazy.
Oops...still if you help you will just be raising more irritating bebe birds to adulthood - if instead if you let Pingu eat one - she will get bones, and liver and raw meat and possibly brain too. me thinks you should let nature do its thing.
oookie, I'm going to find that mark and rub it out! I'm not feeding birds too, too much of a tease for the pusscat(s)
Winkinatcha, I'm most jealous of your crows, the corvid family are so clever, they recognise individual human faces and have worked out how to use pedestrian crossings to their own advantage. Poor Ping can't ignore them, she chatters most pathetically.
Zoomie, I googled scrub jays, they are beautiful, just beautiful.
S - Noooooooo, they are probably full of worms (the bad kind not the garden kind). Wowsa, and I thought I had the heart of stone, you've changed dude ;)
Yeah Crows n me have an affinity, I used to hate the bastards when doing farm work as a kid, they can do awful things to trapped live sheep, but without getting too hippy-dippy, when I spent some time getting involved in Viking groups n swordfighting n stuff outta the blue I was "named" after the birds... so I accept em as my brothers now. this particular murder feasts off the food scraps in the dumpsters at the back of the nearby "restaraunts", and the head honcho is a remarkable bird, blue eyes, pretty arrogant, has taken a bit of work to get "him" to recognise that I pose no threat but I can walk by the group without them taking flight now... makes me happy :)
Hey maybe it is just me and a bit of a fever residing in my bod still, but has anyone else noticed how often the "word" that one has to type in to verify a comment is posted by a human so often reflects the content or head space of a post.. hmm I think that might just be me and a good sign that it's time for bed! LOL
My neighbor keeps threatening to shoot the hinge birds and even got a slingshot. I took him a bag of mini marshmallows and pleaded with him to use those.
Haha! You are indeed where all the local fauna goes to chow down and to be far from the madding crowd.
Winks (if I may be so bold) how wonderful you've been able to make friends with local crows. I do know what they can do to sheep, I used to help round up sheep as a girl (helped out the farmer where I kept my pony) and you'd come across some messes for sure.
As for the verify word, sometimes it is uncanny how spot on it is, other times, wierd!
Winks, also VIKING SWORDS - cool. Ever been to Ironfest at Lithgow?
Zoomie, how did your neighbour respond to the marshmallows? I can't eat the things, not after a particularly g?reedy sleepover at highschool :)
E - Should I fear the interspecies sharing of info
Whoa - S, you are one tough broad!
DMM - I am amazed at your wildlife!
CookieCrumb - If I'm not mistaken, the Hobo symbol for a generous homemaker was a smiling cat!
Winkinatcha - One winter I had black capped Chickadees eating out of my hand. It was peaceful and lovely - somewhere between a painting of Saint Francis and a Disney movie!
Zoomie - Marshmallows - blessed are the peacemakers!
;o)
- Lee
Lee, motherhood (the non-furbebe kind) makes ladies tough I hear! :)
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