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The man on the radio says he went out last night to The Gaiety, and on a school night too. As ever, I'm distracted so don't catch exactly what it was he went to see. 'The Very Thought of You' with Ella Fitzgerald follows as he continues to extol the acting virtues of Dan Butler.
Weather today is mild with a heavy hint of chicken manure. Still preferable to the chemical 'fresh air' that the shiny metropolis denizens seem to have a penchant for.
The larger size moths have hatched indoors again, so I'm vying with them for the light of the screen.
The water butt dwellers are also busy increasing their numbers whilst diving away from the twig missiles that the Rooks keep dropping mid flight. The guttering is beginning to look like a strange kind of legless porcupine with the amount of nest material that's landed in it.
Obviously time to put in my bid for The Umbrella (Ireland only has one) ... all sorts of things to dodge now the breeding season is well underway. If you don't hear from me for a while, I either got buried beneath the latest nesting material deluge or I'm now part of someone's nest ;-) ...
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weepingfoxfury · 3 days
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'On days like these ...' sings Matt Monro. The man on the radio has forgotten to mute his mike ... he's murmuring along with Matt and the shuffle of papers can be heard. The track finishes, he's talking of Quincy Jones and the fact that he's seen him wear Crocs. Too early for the traffic lady, but you don't need to be Mystic Meg to guess the state of the roads.
Must have been a fan of Febreze in the shiny metropolis yesterday. The car park reeked of the stuff. That or there's now a new world record for the largest Glade plug in. (Adds gas mask to shopping list).
Bliss to get home again, spend time with smallest dog gazing at trees.
Brought home a sorry looking Syringa (Lilac). It rivalled an elephant for the amount of water it sucked up overnight. Had to say sayonara and so so sorry to the one that had been in the tub next to it on the shelf. I like to try to save the seemingly unsaveable plants, but a dead stick in a tub is beyond my alchemy.
The traffic lady is back, the traffic report is as expected ... I'm off to talk to the trees ...
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weepingfoxfury · 3 days
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I have no idea what budgie is besides possible an alien from an alternate dimension or a radioactive sewer rat from Marvel’s New York but I am OBSESSED with her she’s so scrungly and adorable 😩💜
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She is somethin real funky but man I love her
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weepingfoxfury · 4 days
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The man on the radio is playing the Pink Panther theme by Henry Mancini ... then there's the 3 minutes of death, war, famine and pestilence, the newscaster's soft tones telling us how terrible the world is ... before we return to the man on the radio talking about the return of an old breed of goat on the Emerald Isle.
The sun is flitting in and out ... every so often adding extra oomph to the garishness that is the fields of rapeseed currently lighting up the surrounding land of next door's farm.
Bought some Broom as a bee treat. They're starting to get busy again. Gotta keep a close eye out for the bees that didn't make the cut ... so many dozy/wingless ones that crawl all around the yard. They all have to be collected up and moved to the other side of the gate so the dogs' paw pads don't fall foul of them.
The shiny metropolis awaits. Nice to see a different landscape but hate the noise and fumes. Amused myself with the idea of creating a perfume called 'Per-fumes', as per the fumes the town is awash with ... car fumes and people perfumes galore ... makes my head ache.
Once a week is enough, then it's back to the countryside smells ... a heady combination of flowers, animal poo and tractor fumes ... hmmmm ... (ponders) ... now what will I call that scent? ...
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weepingfoxfury · 6 days
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Lightning pause ...
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weepingfoxfury · 6 days
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Pipe dreams ...
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weepingfoxfury · 6 days
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Being watched ...
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weepingfoxfury · 7 days
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The man on the radio is talking with the chef on the radio about Coq au Vin and Tagine. There is mention of lashings of ginger and cayenne pepper. Once the mouth watering recipes are done, the man on the radio plays Marrakesh Express and Road to Morocco.
The dandelions continue to delight here. I'm spoilt for choice.
Last night a mouse made the choice to get into bed with me. I don't know who was more surprised!?! Me as I reached to scratch the tickle on my back, only to find my hand grabbing something small and squeaky ... or the teeny tiny mouse that performed parkour on my wall as it was simultaneously released and the duvet was whipped back.
It's Saturday ... there's coffee and sunshine ... and no doubt more dandelions to capture ...
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weepingfoxfury · 8 days
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"Nom nom nom ... tasty treat! ... huh? ... what was that? ... definitely heard something! ... this is my treat! Nobody else touch it!" ...
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weepingfoxfury · 9 days
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Mark Knopfler all the way as the man on the radio chats away with him. The traffic lady is off to a wedding tomorrow to a place where there will be many sheep and their lambs, but says she won't be mingling with them because of her dress.
Yet again the shiny metropolis threw some cut price plants my way. More Primulas and a couple of Cineraria Jester. This is the home of waifs and strays in all their forms.
Today's a day for taking it slow and keeping a steady level of coffee. Picking the bones of was, is and could be.
No sunshine today but I can see the first blossoms on the apple trees.
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weepingfoxfury · 10 days
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Ave Maria is being sung by Hayley Westenra. A few s-adverts and then the man on the radio is playing musical excerpts from Looney Tunes and reading out texts about children who loved the cartoons and took giggling delight in burping the alphabet. The traffic lady talks of Island Road, something to do with Dolphins and debris from a variety of collisions.
Another day of rain and a trip to the shiny metropolis in the offing. You'd think after more than a decade here I'd have sorted out a decent raincoat for myself ... but no.
The curtains are still closed even though I've been up at least 2 hours. Bigger dog (smallest dog's older sister) decided at 6.30am that there was something outside that simply couldn't wait. I obliged with an open back door and then returned to bed with a closed bedroom door. I then lay in the semi dark listening to Signor Floyd as he took the opportunity to enter the kitchen, investigate many, many places and finally he sat outside my door singing the song of his people.
I'll get up soon(ish) ... but, for now, Shirley Bassey is belting out Goldfinger, I'm warm beneath the duvet and all I'm thinking about is the coffee pot.
PS: I was in the shiny metropolis yesterday in the magic middle aisle ... I looked at a weighted blanket and briefly wondered whether I would enjoy such a thing. I then attempted to lift one ... 9kg ... and my eyebrow raised. I disappeared into daydream land, imagined myself beneath such a thing whilst lying in bed, and rapidly came to the conclusion that I have enough difficulty getting out of bed and acquiring coffee. Any further impediments to coffee acquisition would simply never do ...
[Pictures: Cathweegia is bathing in a rare moment of sunshine ... she wonders at my reasoning for hanging 'distressed' dog toys on one of her branches ... and smallest dog, having been and seen all there was to see in the big shed, is now surveying her Queendom, sniffing the air and wondering when her hooman will get the sausages sorted]
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weepingfoxfury · 11 days
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hairy fairy cups
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weepingfoxfury · 11 days
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March 2023 JAPAN HOKKAIDO SAPPORO
© KOJI ARAKI Art Works
Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe :)
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weepingfoxfury · 12 days
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'Run for home, run as fast as I can' sings Lindisfarne. The man on the radio is talking with the traffic lady ... traffic is busy, busy, busy and backed up as traffic lights are out in different Dublin areas. Wet, wet weather with yellow warnings across the whole island. The amount of rain over the weekend, you might aswell get in your car and stick a couple of oars out the windows.
The wind finally took down the abandoned Rooks' nest. There's the remains of a partially constructed one up there still. The youngsters keep trying to nest in Cathweegia, but it's a bad idea considering both it's isolation from the main community and the fact that my dogs tend to mill around the base.
One pair was successful a few years back. A rare delight to be able to look up through the canopy and watch the chick's progress. Until ... went out early one morning to find the young adult had tumbled out and was on the ground. Phew! That I was out before the dogs.
The parents were calling from an adjacent tree, one outside of the yard area. I picked up the young Rook and popped it near the base of the tree the parents were in. I then returned to the house and watched and waited.
It took ages! So much calling and parental encouragement. The youngster calling in return. I kept an eye out for predators. After about 20 tense minutes the young Rook finally scrambled for the other tree ... haphazardly and slowly made it's way up ... and the reunion was fantastic to watch.
It was an amazing thing to see ... but I have all my fingers crossed that Cathweegia stays empty this year ...
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weepingfoxfury · 13 days
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Sunday's man on the radio is, as ever, playing Golden Oldies, 'Moon River' is being sung by Danny Williams. The sun is up, skies are blue and Storm Kathleen has, for the most part, moved on. It being Sunday, the traffic lady is absent, once more joining the queues, collisions and chaos ... that or (sensibly) she's at home still beneath her duvet.
Dandelions, dandelions, dandelions!! Looks like the sun gave itself a good shake all over the garden.
So tempting to try to photograph them all ... except I think my knees would quit from all the bending down way before I'd made any real headway.
"Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons" - Vladimir Nabokov
My Grandmother used to gather the heads and make wine from them. Not good for the bees, but that liquid certainly helped her hum her favourite tunes and tilt her head towards the sun, moon and stars ...
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