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Sunday, August 23, 2009

ornithologically clapham common

as the dear old dog and i meander from clapham junction towards the pond on the common we are distracted by the conversation of seven magpies high in a plane tree

they seem to be trailing us and they fly on in parallel to a conker tree in which they discover two jays

monosyllabic insults are exchanged without recourse to violence

further on, at the pond, the resident heron leaves immediately but they see a young cormorant roosting on a dead bough and, possibly with typical curiosity, they settle quietly around him before sidling closer until he feels obliged to leave

the walk around the pond is quiet this morning and the council have belatedly posted notices warning of the algal bloom that started nearly three weeks ago

pillow talk ( from the master bedroom )

She: Is there anything you'd like me to do for you tonight ?

He: Would you like to move the ( ENORMOUS ) fridge from the kitchen in to my bedside ?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

i venture forth to confer my seal of approval upon the new sir percival david room in the british museum

http://angustrumble.blogspot.com/2009/08/sir-percival-david-at-british-museum.html

3bt

in the deep dignified silence long before sunrise, a jaunty squirrel with an ebullient tail is silhouetted black against blue as he scampers along the bare curved bough of a gigantic cedar

moments later, a crow spreads her sawtooth-tipped wings and launches into a gentle glide from the end of the same bough, which bounces very slightly after she is gone

the grand old tree is keeping its dreams to itself