The Greatest Story Ever Told! :)

I was in my attic office this evening, the dormer window barely open but wide enough to hear a helluva racket going on in one of the gardens backing on to mine. I looked out and saw and heard a pair of Robins who were really agitated 'zitting' and 'tikking' from post to pillar as if trying to ward off something menacing.

Seconds later a pair of blue tits joined them, and the racket intensified. Then I noticed the four of them were working together to drive away a lone magpie who was obviously the source of all the bother! They succeeded. So, panic over, I went back to my desk but within a minute I was back at the window distracted by the faintest but continuous 'tik' sound that seemed close by. 

I looked down onto the kitchen roof - and there was this poor little mite (pic1) looking sad, lost and afraid. Of course, when he saw me it made things worse and he flew to the next house across (pic2). 

The pair of Robins were, meantime, going mad trying to call and find him him but his 'tik' was too faint for them to hear, I reckon. How do I get them to come to me so I can direct them to him, I wondered? 

Well, I'm hardly Dr Dolittle so it must've been a brainwave! I loaded up the UK Bird Sounds app that I have uploaded onto my phone, selected the Robin's song from the list and played it at full volume.

Two seconds later, one of the pair was beside me on the roof! Two seconds after he or she spotted the lost bambino and lo and behold the family were reunited! 

I don't normally write tales like this - but Lordy, was I delighted with meself! Yay! Nitey nite folks!😊😄😄

More soon ...
 

Lost wee craturr!

 

Corraggio, mio amico!

Blow those Coividian Blues ...

The Covidian Trauma. Might be a good name for a book - or rather one of the millions of books currently being written about this collective out-of-world yet intensely personal experience felt by nearly everyone alive on the planet.

So, indeed, there'll be plenty of reading to be done when all this is said and done.

I've been doing my own bits and things of stuff to ward off the boredom and face down the lethargy that too much time with your own shadow brings - to the extent that I might come across as a bit of a tool. But, hey, tools rock in these times!

The restriction zone imposed by those who know-all-things, is 2 km. I've been sticking to it and, as always, have a camera on my shoulder for the just-in-cases. So, each time I go out, I snap what I can of what's about.

In 100% of cases it is my avian pals who provide all of the subject matter and all of the joy!

So, from Irishtown and Sandymount with love ... here are my Covidian Birds of the Month for March 2020 - one we will never adequately process but will certainly never forget!

And, as for the ole aves, I reckon they couldn't care less ...!? 

More soon ...

 "Give me land lots of land under starry skies ..."

I always find ...

Covid days, nights and weeks and months! Never ending it seems. The merits of isolation are few but, sometimes, it's just nice, and thankfully, eh, justifiable, to throw caution to the wind, and just do something you want to do to, to play a tune for pig iron, but which, hopefully, communicates to others that you are thinkin' about them all and that, yeah, we're all together in this and we'll all come out of it together too - 'bigly'!

I've seen loads of vids of everyone doing their piece - so here's my tuppence that I hope will make you ... well ... that's over to you! :)

More soon ...

The stars are brighter ...!