Three sparrows on parade waiting for a hug? A trio – two ring-necked paraketts and a pigeon – showing me their backside. And to round it off a trio of three different species: a duck, a moorhen, and a small gull. Thursday Trios
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Not So Big Bird Was Happily Skipping Along
with not a care in the world when he saw the crumb. “Hello,” Not So Big Bird said, “I’m feeling peckish. You think I could nibble a bit from your side?” FOWC with Fandango: Skip
Just Visiting
I took this picture of a sparrow at the local bird park. He was only visiting and compared to the mostly larger, mostly more colourful and/or exotic he looked almost ordinary. But I find his long, thin claws fascinating and I adore the yellow base of his beak. In his way, he’s unique. And, of course, he’s free.
I learned to appreciate even the common sparrows from a friend, who is the current world record holder of having the most birds species logged (10,000 species this year). He’s seen the most exotic world all over the world, sometimes arranging a whole holiday around seeing one particular bird. I’ve been on walks with him and seen him getting satisfaction out of watching sparrows and wood doves and crows.
Monday Portrait
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Inhibitions, that is. FOWC with Fandango: Inhibitions Now for the fiction to go with the photos: Chase, Nick, and Gad, three sparrow brothers born in the same nest only this spring, were used to hanging around the bakery. The pickings were good – if the … Continue reading None.
I’m a Fan of Sparrows
I’m a Fan of …
Whoa! I Almost Didn’t See You There, Buddy!
FOWC with Fandango: Insconspicuous
I’m a Fan of a Maize Maze
What it looks when you’re in the maize maze:
And this is what it looks like if you’re tall and on your tippy toes;
But mostly it looks like this:
The object is to find nine boards with clues to a puzzle which will lead to a one word solution. Every year the maze is new and has a different theme. This year it is about Greek and Roman mythology.
In the middle is a tower structure where one is able to get an overview of the maze:
With renewed hope to find the final board and the last clue one can go back down but then it’s back to this:
Fortunately we weren’t stuck in the maze until the end of the harvest. This little fellow led us out. If you believe that.
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I’m Good at Reciting
I really am. And I started early. I was in primary school when I learned a poem about a starving, freezing sparrow in winter. When I was called upon to recite a poem for Santa Clause, I chose this one:
Children, I am the sparrow. Children, I am shattered. ...
It brought the house down. My family has never allowed me to forget this occasion.
This is me quite a few years later. I was dressed as half a cardinal, half a rabbi and I officiated at a catholic-jewish hash wedding.
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