Saturday, November 19, 2016

A Git By Any Other Name...


 Yes. He's returned from fathering another monstrous brood: Beaky!


 No sooner does the temperature drop, than Beaky appears.

 Can't be arsed to forage for food in the woods? Well, why not terrorise the neighbourhood with shrill, piercing screams, and eye-removing aerial stunts until someone (i.e. me) relents and chops up a load of sugary sultanas to fill your fat little belly. Or leaves apple halves laying around in handy-to-get-to places. Or flings handfulls of meal worms about the place for whenever you'd like a snack.

 Bah!


  

18 comments:

  1. Once upon a midday chilly, whilst I pondered willy-nilly,
    Over sweet sultanas, apples, and worms mealy.
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, quite cheeky.
    "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "in the garden bleakly."
    Only this, our nemesis Beaky!


    With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe.

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    1. Ha! Stuff Edgar Allen Poe - I want this embroidered onto a tea-towel, stat!

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  2. I would have sworn he was outside my kitchen window in the maple the other day. Three of the biggest black birds I have ever seen. Like mutant big. They were contemplating how to land on the windows sill for seed, but were to big. The other aviators were laughing I believe.

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    1. ::shudders in horror::

      Just make sure you keep those behemoth Beakies on your side of the pond!

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  3. nevermore darling, nevermore.

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  4. Admit it, you've got a heart of gold. Anyone else would have shot him by now.

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    1. You take that back! How very dare you!

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  5. If Beaky comes up against Ced...please don't take photos.

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    1. I won't, Dinahmow. The internet only likes cute or funny cat photos, not mauled carcasses.

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  6. Over the past 10 years we have had beaky's southern relatives nesting and raising chicks all over the back verandah I think we are up to abot the 7th generation. And over the years they have become sneakier in forraging for food eventually finding the dry dogfood pellets a more than suitable substitute for natural foods. Sadly the dog's think the Fledgling chicks are a snack on the wing...

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    1. I'm surprised the Down Under Beakies haven't mutated into Terrifying Death Birds to fit in with the rest of Oz's poisonous menagerie by now? Maybe you ought to stay clear of the 13th generation, just in case?

      If there will be a 13th generation, that is. Maybe the dogs are doing everyone a favour?

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  7. Yay! Beaky!

    I've had an increase in Beaky's Canadian cousins. They sit on my deck, waiting for me to emerge in the morning with goodies.

    The word is out.

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    1. "Yay!"? Yikes, more like. Sounds like Beaky's brood is taking over the world!

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  8. AWWWWWWWW.....You luuuurrrrrve him.
    I have starlings. They murmur in a spectacular fashion.
    Sx

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    1. I DO NOT!!! He's a despicable little despot (that was very nearly depot).

      I am envious of your starlings. I've seen a murmuration over Norwich recently, but none on the coast.
      Garden DeVice sometimes boasts five starlings. Hardly a murmur...

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  9. Did you see that bird of paradise last night? It's tail was a little reminiscent of a foil hat.
    Sx

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    1. Ooh, I did! Perhaps we should have a Birds-of-Paradise Tin Foil Hat Compo?

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