Looks like our regular little (cute as a bug's ear) chippies here
They're noticeably smaller than the goldens
And, here, quite shy, only eating from the feeding station
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They're noticeably smaller than the goldens
And, here, quite shy, only eating from the feeding station
Hotter today
Noticed a couple odd (to me) plants
Saw this while lying face down on the lounge
Said to my lady 'That's the biggest dandelion fuzz ball I've ever seen'
She kindly corrected me
'Uh, that's salsify'
She's the plant wizard
Still kinda creeps me out when she puts some strange looking wild vegetation in our salads
Especially if it has flowers on it
Here's something else within eyeshot of our sunbath area... that seems I've seen in my salad
Looks to be ready to bloom
I better stock up on thousand island to drown it
The robins have been cruising the huge currant bush of late
They're turning red
When I first saw them come on, five years ago, I thought Huckleberries!!
Wife sez 'Nada...currants'
I argued with her...until I ate a few
Little to no taste
Gotta sugar the crap outa them
Moving along, my little peanut hogging fur ball got a bit aggressive this evening
while we sat in our yard chairs
Came up and sat on my shoe several times
...waiting to be fed
Then, after ignoring him, from a dozen sessions of shoe begging
He decided to climb my leg....get my attention
Thought sure he'd dig a claw into me, but he was careful
His little claws didn't leave a mark, and were barely felt
Noticed a couple odd (to me) plants
Saw this while lying face down on the lounge
Said to my lady 'That's the biggest dandelion fuzz ball I've ever seen'
She kindly corrected me
'Uh, that's salsify'
She's the plant wizard
Still kinda creeps me out when she puts some strange looking wild vegetation in our salads
Especially if it has flowers on it
Here's something else within eyeshot of our sunbath area... that seems I've seen in my salad
Looks to be ready to bloom
I better stock up on thousand island to drown it
The robins have been cruising the huge currant bush of late
They're turning red
When I first saw them come on, five years ago, I thought Huckleberries!!
Wife sez 'Nada...currants'
I argued with her...until I ate a few
Little to no taste
Gotta sugar the crap outa them
Moving along, my little peanut hogging fur ball got a bit aggressive this evening
while we sat in our yard chairs
Came up and sat on my shoe several times
...waiting to be fed
Then, after ignoring him, from a dozen sessions of shoe begging
He decided to climb my leg....get my attention
Thought sure he'd dig a claw into me, but he was careful
His little claws didn't leave a mark, and were barely felt
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Treacle
Senior Member
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- Swindon Wiltshire UK
When we were very small kids (note I wrote small kid (s) as I still consider myself a big kid in a large body) we would pick the 'dandelion fuzz ball' and blow on it to tell the time. So if it all went by 3 blows and you just had the stalk it was 3 o'clock etc etc. Don't know why? Maybe it was some sort of game we picked up or perhaps we just were a dysfunctional family!!!!Hotter today
Noticed a couple odd (to me) plants
Saw this while lying face down on the lounge
Said to my lady 'That's the biggest dandelion fuzz ball I've ever seen'
She kindly corrected me
'Uh, that's salsify'
She's the plant wizard
Still kinda creeps me out when she puts some strange looking wild vegetation in our salads
Especially if it has flowers on it
Here's something else within eyeshot of our sunbath area... that seems I've seen in my salad
Looks to be ready to bloom
I better stock up on thousand island to drown it
The robins have been cruising the huge currant bush of late
They're turning red
When I first saw them come on, five years ago, I thought Huckleberries!!
Wife sez 'Nada...currants'
I argued with her...until I ate a few
Little to no taste
Gotta sugar the crap outa them
Moving along, my little peanut hogging fur ball got a bit aggressive this evening
while we sat in our yard chairs
Came up and sat on my shoe several times
...waiting to be fed
Then, after ignoring him, from a dozen sessions of shoe begging
He decided to climb my leg....get my attention
Thought sure he'd dig a claw into me, but he was careful
His little claws didn't leave a mark, and were barely felt
Say it, little sister!
I hope I never grow up!
…..and at this juncture, doubt I ever will
Yeah, we did that too
I remember like yesterday...
My buddy, Bobby Clem. accidently sucked in when he shoulda blowed
Inhaled half a fuzz ball
We all got a good laugh over that
Think I'll drop him a line
Remind him
Second thought.....maybe not
He's a bit bigger now
Treacle
Senior Member
- Location
- Swindon Wiltshire UK
The day's only half over.....who knows
One thing for sure
The sun bath is a given
A naked Gary O' tends to blend in with the critters
So, woods life as usual
Not a whole lot
As my custom of late
Enjoyed the contrasting tones of pre dusk
Stepped out around 6A this morn with that first cup
Mr Hoppy was present
First sighting of him this summer
This time of the season brings what has become typical
Grasshoppers
Thousands...hundreds of thousands
I do believe sci-fi directors have been influenced by these weirdos in the creation of their aliens
Can't see 'em in this pic, but I go on a geezer ego trip by walking thru the meadow with my arms up
My creepy little subjects taking flight, as I walk, paying homage to me Lord of the Locust
Well, I best go feed my tiny buds
Demanding little cusses
Right now, you may be thinking 'geez, what a boring life this ol' dude is leading'
Heh, least I'm doing
Yer reading what I'm doing
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RadishRose
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- Connecticut, USA
I just loved all the chippy pics!
Me too
I've been getting a kick outa the woodies of late
When they peck at a tree, they most always examine, or look for whatever they're after before they go after it
...and when they do this, invariably, they pull their heads back, like they forgot their reading glasses
I may have been in the woods a bit too long
Took a trip to town to get groceries and a few things
One of them was wunna those tennis racket bug zappers
('tis the season.....might as well make a sport out of it)
Thing is;
They no longer work
Last year's model did just fine
The one I bought doesn't even zap myself
I think the MFGs got some negative feedback, like little kids zapping their brothers or sisters
Yeah, these wouldn't kill a gnat
To prove it, wife and I caught a couple flies with hemostats
Put 'em on the racket
They walked around, then flew away
So, my mind went to work
Squeezed the grids together with my fingers
It's potent enough.....quite the bite
Looked like the plastic grid was too thick to be effective
So, I removed it (after meticulously separating the two halves of the racket)
Then, just added masking tape to keep the three metal grids from touching
(Hey, it's R&D, not wasting time with a meticulous tape job)
...and screwed it back together
Works like the best zapper ever
See a fly within zapper reach.....wave it around above it's head ZAP!!!.......dead on the fly
Around dusk, when ol' sol's rays cast long shadows, is the best proving ground
all kindza bugs
One of them was wunna those tennis racket bug zappers
('tis the season.....might as well make a sport out of it)
Thing is;
They no longer work
Last year's model did just fine
The one I bought doesn't even zap myself
I think the MFGs got some negative feedback, like little kids zapping their brothers or sisters
Yeah, these wouldn't kill a gnat
To prove it, wife and I caught a couple flies with hemostats
Put 'em on the racket
They walked around, then flew away
So, my mind went to work
Squeezed the grids together with my fingers
It's potent enough.....quite the bite
Looked like the plastic grid was too thick to be effective
So, I removed it (after meticulously separating the two halves of the racket)
Then, just added masking tape to keep the three metal grids from touching
(Hey, it's R&D, not wasting time with a meticulous tape job)
...and screwed it back together
Works like the best zapper ever
See a fly within zapper reach.....wave it around above it's head ZAP!!!.......dead on the fly
Around dusk, when ol' sol's rays cast long shadows, is the best proving ground
all kindza bugs
peramangkelder
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- Fleurieu Peninsula South Australia
@Meanderer I absolutely love it because I am an avid owl collector and have been for more years than I care to think aboutPine cone art....
I never thought of making an owl out of pine cones....what a nice idea
@Gary O'
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.
> >This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket
> >Taser" for their anniversary.
> >
> > Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
> >sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was
> >looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came
> >across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of
> >the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse
> >affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to
> >safety.... WAY TOO COOL!
> >
> > Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I
> >loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
> >
> >Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the
> >button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd
> >get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the
> >prongs.
> >
> > Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that
> >burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
> >
> > Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself
> >that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,.
> >right?!!!
> >
> > There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
> >(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking
> >that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
> >target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of
> >a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.
> >
> > But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect
> >herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work
> >as advertised. Am I wrong?
> >
> > So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my
>reading
> >glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in
> >one hand, taser in another.
> >
> > The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and
> >disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause
> >muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst
> >would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish
> >out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting
> >the batteries.
> >
> > All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5"
> >long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really (and
> >loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself,
> >"no possible way!"
> >
> > What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my
> >best.....I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to
> >one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second
> >burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I
> >decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it.
> >
> > I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY
>
> >MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!
> >
> > I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
>me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over
> >and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
> >fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples
> >on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under
> >my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs.
> >
> > The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never
>heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it
> >again, do it again!"
> >
> > Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser,
>one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you
> zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
> >from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three
> >second burst would be considered conservative.
> >
> > SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like ****!!! A minute or so later (I can't be
sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits
> > (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent
>
> >reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up
> >get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still
> >twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and
> >my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles.
> >
> > I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.
> >This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket
> >Taser" for their anniversary.
> >
> > Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
> >sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was
> >looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came
> >across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of
> >the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse
> >affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to
> >safety.... WAY TOO COOL!
> >
> > Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I
> >loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
> >
> >Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the
> >button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd
> >get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the
> >prongs.
> >
> > Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that
> >burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
> >
> > Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself
> >that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,.
> >right?!!!
> >
> > There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
> >(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking
> >that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
> >target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of
> >a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.
> >
> > But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect
> >herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work
> >as advertised. Am I wrong?
> >
> > So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my
>reading
> >glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in
> >one hand, taser in another.
> >
> > The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and
> >disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause
> >muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst
> >would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish
> >out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting
> >the batteries.
> >
> > All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5"
> >long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really (and
> >loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself,
> >"no possible way!"
> >
> > What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my
> >best.....I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to
> >one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second
> >burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I
> >decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it.
> >
> > I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY
>
> >MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!
> >
> > I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
>me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over
> >and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
> >fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples
> >on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under
> >my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs.
> >
> > The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never
>heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it
> >again, do it again!"
> >
> > Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser,
>one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you
> zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
> >from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three
> >second burst would be considered conservative.
> >
> > SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like ****!!! A minute or so later (I can't be
sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits
> > (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent
>
> >reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up
> >get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still
> >twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and
> >my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles.
> >
> > I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.
Happy with the latest avian abode
This evening, as my lady and I sat out....watching,
a hawk swooped in
tail and wing feathers aglow
So close you could touch it
This time I had my trusty Nikon
.....sitting on the fire pit
Apparently, capturing a prized shot is quite akin to hunting
Never have your rifle on your shoulder
and...ahem....Have your camera in your hand
By the time my Nikon was pointed, this is all I got
A woody dropped in for a nip
We did have a pleasant evening stroll
The sun and shadow played their part
wooden me came along
fun evening
This evening, as my lady and I sat out....watching,
a hawk swooped in
tail and wing feathers aglow
So close you could touch it
This time I had my trusty Nikon
.....sitting on the fire pit
Apparently, capturing a prized shot is quite akin to hunting
Never have your rifle on your shoulder
and...ahem....Have your camera in your hand
By the time my Nikon was pointed, this is all I got
A woody dropped in for a nip
We did have a pleasant evening stroll
The sun and shadow played their part
wooden me came along
fun evening
Try getting a picture of lightning!!! LOL
Hey, I can't even get a good shot of a mourning dove on the wing (of course it needs to be tail feathers spread with the sun behind it)
My eternal photo quests;
The dove (as described)
My little Golden buddy, runnin' the other way, tail up (his little hind end is so fat, it's killer funny to see)
Red tail hawk, down low
I've seen these scenes almost daily
It's as though they mock me
'Hey, look! He doesn't have his camera!'
The dove, last evening;
Soon as I put the Nikon back in my lap, off he went, flapping away, in place, in the evening sun (#@!*#)
This morn I must settle for a pic of Zippy having breakfast
Early squirrel gets the corn;
(sigh) Another morn
Day two
......of waiting
For my mourning dove shot of shots
Chores are done
Projects put away
Wife and I, sitting
out
talking
waiting
camera in hand
on
battery fully charged
Wife sez
'OH MY GAWD!'
points upward
I hear wings flapping right above my head
I look up
It's already landed
Mocking me
Then off it goes
However, all is not lost
I have found that these doves only hover (wings and tail feathers extended) when they're contemplating where to land
Tomorrow
It shall happen
Treacle
Senior Member
- Location
- Swindon Wiltshire UK
Let's get on it ..................
A Police officer called over to the Station on his radio.
"I have an interesting case here. An old lady shot her husband for stepping on the floor she just mopped."
"Have you arrested the woman?"
"Not yet. The floor's still wet."
Well now
Fire in the mountains
It's that time of year
One summer, when wild fires were within a few miles, and the wind was blowing wrong,
we could hardly breathe
Three days/nights straight
Then, the wind changed
What a relief
Right now, the sky is full of smoke
The air, right here, is OKish
Storms are threatening
Don't really need the lightening at this time
Normal sky when fire danger is low;
The sky a few moments ago;
'tis the season
Fire in the mountains
It's that time of year
One summer, when wild fires were within a few miles, and the wind was blowing wrong,
we could hardly breathe
Three days/nights straight
Then, the wind changed
What a relief
Right now, the sky is full of smoke
The air, right here, is OKish
Storms are threatening
Don't really need the lightening at this time
Normal sky when fire danger is low;
The sky a few moments ago;
'tis the season