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The boy Derek dun good.The old ruin is coming along nicely!!!.......
I know the feeling.![]()
The boy Derek dun good.The old ruin is coming along nicely!!!.......
I know the feeling.![]()
I am glad you like the short vids!A tad harsh @gennepher but I know it comes form a good placeThank you for the vids and that wonderful kaleidoscope. I'm warming to the magpie. must be the colour. I've even given him the name Monty. @dunelm enjoy the coffee and perhaps induge in a wry smile or even an aarf, aarf, chortle building into a guffaw, belly laugh then wheeze over this. @gennepher I hope you take this in the right way and enjoy 2 cuppas as a minimum - other parents are available at all good stores and some truly awful ones. The badger looks a wrong 'un so an obvious name for him.
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From everything you say about that badger and his corpulence B**** is perfect. On a serious point, today is Blue for Bob day - worthy cause. Not one I currently have or have had but one grandfather died of it.I am glad you like the short vids!
And the magpie!
Monty he shall be then...I think it suits his colouring!
KissyKissy was so named because he kept trying to kiss Midnight on the nose and getting a clout for his troubles.And I thought KissyKissy was a girl badger back then, until one night I saw him do the deed with a much older lady badger...
Lovely roseFbg 6.9
Wildlife camera...both vids under one minute
Magpie steals cat biscuits again...
AND
Badger, KissyKissy, is back - he wants to get on that swing like the cats! And when he cannot jump on, he resorts to trying to pull the cloths/clothes off the swing, but does not succeed because I have now tied them all on with rope.
Creative is a kaleidoscope of a beautiful orange scented rose in my garden.
Have your best day...
Time for a cuppa?
Or two...
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And the gentle 'Zim & hurrum' as the strimmer ensemble kicks in just before the crescendo of the royal philanthropic orchestras leaf blowers (green washing section) brings the mornings music to a triumphant thundering conclusion.....bravo,bravo, encore, encore .... bravissimo.the bird song has now been joined in the percussion section by a kango hammer in the distance, next I expect the lawn mower section will be joining in, ah true bliss.
Beautiful image of the swallowtail - thank you. The hug is for the lingering worry over the fate of the fledgling18.06
No FBG today
Plenty pluie
Seems a bit mad but I was still watering even after it started raining. The ground is hard and the rain seemed scant. Probably not enough to be useful. However we did get a short downpour. Enough to add several hundred litres to the watercube.
Fledgling has moved himself into the stable which I think is a less safe location, still Pa sparrow is still finding and feeding him. So far so good, but MrSlim thinks it almost inevitable that Kiki will catch it.
View attachment 61497Managed to get a good image of this swallowtail yesterday.
Lovely swallowtail and a beautiful background to it as well. Butterflies. That's another form of wildlife that seems to be disappearing here. I did catch a glimpse of what I took to be a red admiral yesterday but it wasn't still enough to make sure with my dodgy eyes. We haven't even seen any cabbage whites yet this year. Maybe all the starlings are eating the larvae.18.06
No FBG today
Plenty pluie
Seems a bit mad but I was still watering even after it started raining. The ground is hard and the rain seemed scant. Probably not enough to be useful. However we did get a short downpour. Enough to add several hundred litres to the watercube.
Fledgling has moved himself into the stable which I think is a less safe location, still Pa sparrow is still finding and feeding him. So far so good, but MrSlim thinks it almost inevitable that Kiki will catch it.
View attachment 61497Managed to get a good image of this swallowtail yesterday.
I hope your efforts to stabilize bg work because you try so hard and show so much love and concern for others. God be with you.Lovely swallowtail and a beautiful background to it as well. Butterflies. That's another form of wildlife that seems to be disappearing here. I did catch a glimpse of what I took to be a red admiral yesterday but it wasn't still enough to make sure with my dodgy eyes. We haven't even seen any cabbage whites yet this year. Maybe all the starlings are eating the larvae.
Had an podd few days. It has actually been hot here - around the 25 mark (that's excessively hot for us) and I think it may be having an impact on my BG. Still odd, though. Yesterday and the day before BG has been dropping on what I considered was a low amount of insulin and I ended up with pretty severe hypos both days. Today I decided to have breakfast (very low carb) with almost no insulin and see what happens. BG was high beforehand and did drop by 2 whole points, but still has stayed stubbornly high. Might take another small dose of insulin and have some lunch and see what happens.
Fine ruin. It reminds me of the old part of Saltcoats - an Ayrshire fishing village. When I first moved there I loved the passageway that ran along the inside of the harbour wall as a kind of street for the fishermen's cottages and yards. There was an arch at one point between the buildings and the wall - very similar to your one. It was a kind of extension from the old coaching inn that backed on to the "street". Not sure why it was there but there must have been a reason. Sadly, it was all pulled down in the sixties and "redeveloped" into a nowhere kind of car park area and eventually an Aldi supermarket. The hotel was the last to go - that was around 2000 and was replaced by flats.Good morning everyone from another perfectly silent start here in the dark and dangerous north. It’s Father’s Day today - hooray! We are being let out of the darkness to shine shoes and be paraded across the green and presented with nasty titbits from M&S who have added a couple of shillings to the price of their confectionery to celebrate the day because they have added the words “father’s favourit” and made the wrapper blue and then be given some tacky card with a picture of some cricket match on the front or a beer pump or some other stereotypical nonsence. What we really wanted was to participate in a bit of shin kicking or a tractor pull followed by a few pints of ale and a pie. Still, it adds to the economy by purchasing all manner of things that we previously didn’t even knew existed as gifts to the bewildered recipients. So, Happy Father’s Day to those who identify as such and I hope you have a smashing day with your families. I shall drink koffy and then have a walk down to the cafe with The Girl In The Bubble to meet her parents for breakfast. Oh - art bit - onwards and upwards.
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How true this and this are is debatable but it is all I could find. As for Mothering Sunday, the Mothers Union always gave children, of varying ages, a small posey for mothers in the church we attended when the boys were growing up.Fine ruin. It reminds me of the old part of Saltcoats - an Ayrshire fishing village. When I first moved there I loved the passageway that ran along the inside of the harbour wall as a kind of street for the fishermen's cottages and yards. There was an arch at one point between the buildings and the wall - very similar to your one. It was a kind of extension from the old coaching inn that backed on to the "street". Not sure why it was there but there must have been a reason. Sadly, it was all pulled down in the sixties and "redeveloped" into a nowhere kind of car park area and eventually an Aldi supermarket. The hotel was the last to go - that was around 2000 and was replaced by flats.
They did something similar to "my" Canterbury as well. Progress, I suppose, but little charm.
When did Father's Day become a thing? I don't remember it existing as a child. Mother's Day was acknowledged but not as it should have been - that is Mothering Sunday when folk returned to their home (or mother) church. Nothing to do with buying flowers for Mum once a year. I did, when I was about 7, boirrow sixpence from my mother to go and buy her a bunch of violets. Never since. And I never let my boys buy gifts for me for the day.
The first time I heard any mention of Father's Day it was from my own mouth - we were in Innoshima (Japan) in 1965 and were told that the day was celebrated in Japan as "Mother's Day". Just to be amusing (I thought) I asked "What about Father's Day". Our Japanese friend didn't smile. "Every other day is Father's Day" she told us.