I know I haven't been around much lately. I've been dealing with something...
Show yourself, whoever you are!
Yaaaaaaargh! BEAKY!!!
Or is it one of his clones?
Ug. I said show yourself, not your cloaca.
(Still, I suppose we should be grateful that this didn't devolve into another
nude bathtime show)
nude bathtime show)
That's right. Shit off!
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Somewhat unbelievably, Beaky hasn't insinuated himself on the blog for almost a year. His standards must be slipping...
Anyway, I'll be back soon(ish). Just got to clear up all the carnage that Beaky creates.
Clones of Beaky have been sighted in my glorious pink bush. I will see if I can get evidence.
ReplyDeleteSX
Oh, dear... It sounds as if your glorious Big Pink Bush might be the latest Clonezone pop-up?
DeleteWhy isn't he wearing a mask?
ReplyDeleteBecause he has no ears to hook the mask on to? Oh, who am I kidding - it's because he's a pestilent little plague-spreader!
DeleteWOW! Y'all live in some scandalous places! ;) xoxo
ReplyDeleteThis used to be a good neighbourhood until Beaky moved in...
DeleteMooned by a blackbird ...
ReplyDeleteAnd that's the least offensive thing he did!
DeleteWe have one of his cousins, singing his cloaca off over the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers morning, noon and night - although one of his favoured perches (a nasty gnarled old cherry tree in a garden over the back) was felled in the gales this weekend. Doesn't stop him; although it has befuddled a few squirrels. Good! Jx
ReplyDeleteI must admit, the singing is rather pleasant. For as long as it doesn't devolve into that hideous, shrill caterwauling, or that strident shrieking, that is...
DeleteExcuses, this is a test ...
ReplyDeleteOh, dear. I'm not prepared. I didn't know there was going to be a test?! I haven't been revising! What's the subject again??
DeleteAAAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhH!!!
I'm sorry this is my fault. That's actually not beaky, it's one of my neighbours I took a slight dislike to and they transformed. You're welcome.
ReplyDeleteGet out.
DeleteAll week we've had a handsome Spangled Drongo calling and chattering close to the house. By "close" I mean perched on the edge of a parsley trough on the back deck.
ReplyDeleteIf ever I get famous, I'm going to have a backing band of "safety gays" called the "Handsome Spangled Drongos"... Jx
Delete"The unsuccessful racehorse Drongo was named after the bird and led to the Australian slang insult 'drongo' meaning 'idiot'" apparently...
DeleteThey certainly are handsome, but also rather intimidating looking. I wonder how Beaky would fare against one?
One of those flew into my French windows earlier this week, it laid there, stunned on the lanai, panting like a grampus. It recovered after a couple of hours and flew away.
ReplyDeleteOh, no! It survived?!? It'll only try again, you know. I wonder if it was after you or Carmen?
DeleteHas Mr DeVice been eaten by Beaky???!!
ReplyDeleteJx
Fortunately not. Although, there was another attempt at gouging my eye out a couple of days ago.
DeleteGood job my reflexes are still pretty sharp - I managed to duck before Beaky flew headlong into my face.
Dratted bird.