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Dulltown, UK: Today's expletive, probably American, is By Crackity!
A simple euphemism for Christ!
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I suppose I'm lucky to have, birds.
Well, I don't actually have them, of course, but they do whizz in and out of my back garden quite a lot - they like, for washing and bathing, my small pond too. Mine is a bit of a pretty rough back garden, but it does have some grass in it - I am not a 'gardening' sort of fellow.
I only know a few of the names of the birds, well, not their individual names of course, but the name of the type of bird they are. I have seen: robins, pigeons, seagulls, possibly dunnocks, magpies, crows, wrens, blackbirds and brown blackbirds, sparrows, blue tits, finches, and probably a few more, that I can't put a name to.
A few weeks ago, I bought a couple of round cylindrical bird feeders, the ones that you hang up so that they can dangle. They're nice expensive ones, and they are, due to their clever construction, protection against squirrels (which I also have) scampering in, clambering down, and eating, or eventually burying, all the bird food out of them.
It's nice to hear all the tweeting and chirping - especially the blackbird, in next door's cherry tree, in the afternoon.
There are a lot of pigeons.
Isn't it funny how their wings make that squeaky whack-whack noise, as they fly? Why can't they be silent, like the owls manage?
The other day, I was peering out of my upstairs back window into the garden. A small bird, probably a sparrow, whizzed down and landed on one of the bird feeders, it started pecking away. Within seconds the grass underneath was covered with pigeons, about five or six I reckon. They waddle about, to and fro, and in semi-circles, cooing - plump waddly round stocky buggers that they are.
See, the sparrows, being a bit picky about their food, munch one seed from the little tough, but chuck out the ones they don't find quite as nice. These fall down to the grass and the pigeons pick them up and eat them. The sparrows call out, in bird language of course, 'Hey, you big round fat things, have some of these second-class seeds'!
Those pigeons, seem to have learned to watch the small birds, and if they see them flutter onto the feeder they straightway swoop down, in a gang, to be ready underneath.
'The pigeons bob about, saying, 'Coo, coo! Thank you, small cute bird!.. Thank you, small cute bird'!
What a very nice collaboration...
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