EDIT: the green sidebars are now history.
Typical. Second day of blogging and I already don't have anything useful to say. Instead, here's a picture of a regular backyard visitor, the Mourning Dove, Zenaida macroura. You get it here because somehow, mysteriously, I've already hit my monthly upload quota on Flickr, and I'm too cheap to pay for more.
I have it on good authority (ok, I read it in a book somewhere) that certain people in the southern U.S. like to shoot these. For sport.
Even when they wake the kids up at 5:00 AM by cooing loudly on the windowsill, or crap all over the tomato plant (no, this is not that tomato plant and bird poo story), or chase all the other birds away from the feeders, I still wouldn't shoot them. I like doves. And pigeons.
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OI! I have the green bars, AND I LIKE THEM! They go with the tomato and basil theme.
I would boycott you, but you're too new. Just consider yourself warned.
P.S. I like doves and pigeons too.
They roast very nicely when stuffed.
Fuck.
Cunt.
Knickers.
Willy.
Bum.
Balls.
Titwank.
Felching.
There we are. Finished!!!
Well, Marianne told me to post something rude...
~Milady
xxx
The colours are looking better! Now to find out where that horrid green hides and turn it to match the others.
And also remember to approve the comments, so they'll show.
Sigh. I feel like the big sister here.
BTW - Your fly's down.
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ordinary janet - thanks. If I can get a pic of the hawk that comes by in winter, I'll post that too...
Speaking of winter... it was only a matter of time before somebody said something rude. So thanks. I think.
Dawn - you can be my big sis if you want, I don't have one yet... and thanks for the comments tip. Now with less moderation.
P.S. Green bars now kaput, history. The header's next...
As official big blogsis, it is my duty to warn you that Aunty Marianne's cow bag is full of lemon jelly, so don't piss her off.
And yes, everything in moderation, including moderation.
I'm also a big fan of the dove, but down here in the almost-South we like them battered and fried--like chicken, only better...
Oh that is VERY puce, isn't it. Not a shade that makes me want to cook at all.
I think the pigeon is safe. For now.
Mwahahahaha. Mwahahaha. Mwah.
finally, we have got through your thick skull that blogging is the new black. canucks are so tasteless, fashion-wise, it appears. at least the males are.
now i am awaiting the first mention of a chain saw.
the blogger's chain saw massacre.
hahahahahahahaaaaa.
Zoe - so nice of you to drop by. You already knew that I have no style sense... I liked the old pumpkin colour of your blog, remember?
/cheeky mode fully engaged
R'pus--It's about darn time!
---Joanna
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That bad eh?
Oh, and you're added to my blogroll
rik - ta. I suspect that the deleted comment was a drunken riposte from Zoe, but evidence is lacking. Unlike in the crime which will be published tomorrow (dove-icide).
Canucks? Tasteless? Fashion wise? At least the males?
Harumph. If only you could see the socks I'm currently wearing.
You'd include the females.
I thought a canuck was as breed of Eskimo.
Aunty said to be rude to you. OK. I think your blog stinks, and it's not worth the paper it's printed on!
Is that rude enough? You can't be rude back cos my blogs been shut down by the Salvation Army...Na na ne na na!
rik - I thought it was a bilingual sort of duck.
Aunty Marianne: No, that's Cunard, the luxury liner operator.
I'm in San Francisco. Once had a customer in Huston. First conversation he commented that he was going hunting that weekend. I don't hunt, but trying to be pleasant, I asked "really? What will you be hunting?"
Him: "Doves."
Me (struggling to respond) "Really?! (pause) I didn't know that there are doves in Texas."
Him: "Yep. They come down from California and we shoot 'em."
*silence*
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