There was one particular street near our house when I was growing up that was Mecca for house martins. You could see the nests under the eaves and every year I used to look forward to their arrival. I would watch them for hours and it is one of the most endearing memories from my childhood.
I was back home visiting relatives a few weeks ago and remembered them. I made a quick detour and was gutted to find not a single trace of them. I can't believe how sad I was afterwards.
maybe it's still a little early for them.
they've probably stopped off in north africa for a smoke.
that said, it amazes me that when they arrive they still have enough energy to move on the wing so gymnastically.
oddly, some people are against having them nest in their eaves,
so they tie plastic shopping bags up there to scare the birds away.
what a fucking stupid idea and eyesore to boot.
I used to keep budgerigars for a hobby.
I had released around 100 into the outside aviary.
around 100?
that's some fucking hobby, blue.
That owl looks a bit sad. You should let it in to warm up and dry off.
never fall into the trap of being fooled by the expression of an owl.
underneath their cute feathers they are nothing more than killing machines.
I fuckin hate sea gulls. Noisy, shitting, thieving, ugly bastards. They are the bin dippers of the avian world.
a perfect comparison, sir.
what i'd be glad to know is why there are seagulls/scousers in greater manchester permanently!
i recall an ancient old story of them coming inland to feed when the coastal weather was too harsh for them,
but now they seem to live in supermarket car parks throughout the year.
Any chance you could send your Mrs round?
haha, she doesn't wear her meretricious underwear for just any old johhny-cum-lately.
she may be 18 years my junior but i have an eight inch tongue & can breathe through my ears.