Sunday 24 May 2020

A Perfectly Cromulent Excuse

I know I haven't been around much lately.  I've been dealing with something...

Show yourself, whoever you are!

Yaaaaaaargh!   BEAKY!!!


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)

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.

21 comments:

  1. Clones of Beaky have been sighted in my glorious pink bush. I will see if I can get evidence.
    SX

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    1. Oh, dear... It sounds as if your glorious Big Pink Bush might be the latest Clonezone pop-up?

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  2. Why isn't he wearing a mask?

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    1. Because 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!

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  3. WOW! Y'all live in some scandalous places! ;) xoxo

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    1. This used to be a good neighbourhood until Beaky moved in...

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  4. Mooned by a blackbird ...

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  5. We 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

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    1. I 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...

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  6. Excuses, this is a test ...

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    1. Oh, 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??

      AAAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhH!!!

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  7. 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.

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  8. All 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.

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    1. If ever I get famous, I'm going to have a backing band of "safety gays" called the "Handsome Spangled Drongos"... Jx

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    2. "The unsuccessful racehorse Drongo was named after the bird and led to the Australian slang insult 'drongo' meaning 'idiot'" apparently...

      They certainly are handsome, but also rather intimidating looking. I wonder how Beaky would fare against one?

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  9. 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.

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    1. Oh, no! It survived?!? It'll only try again, you know. I wonder if it was after you or Carmen?

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  10. Has Mr DeVice been eaten by Beaky???!!

    Jx

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    1. Fortunately not. Although, there was another attempt at gouging my eye out a couple of days ago.
      Good job my reflexes are still pretty sharp - I managed to duck before Beaky flew headlong into my face.

      Dratted bird.

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