that 'timewaster letters' man
Has been doing steve penk / fonejacker stylee pranks online.
Like the book, it’s hard not to just keep on listening to them all.Start with this one:
Explore Posterous
Search posterous
Search all posts and users. Type a name, type a favorite song title, whatever! See what comes up.
More posterous blogs
Here are posterous posts filed under robin...
Looking To The West
I was out walking around a local park yesterday when I noticed a pickup in avian activity right as the sun started setting. The birds, most of whom had been out of sight just moments before, started flitting to and fro as if they were on a deadline to find a suitable branch on which to perch. It was as if they were playing "musical branches" and the music was about to stop. Several minutes before the sun was fully on the horizon, their frenzied activity stopped and all the birds were perched and facing west as if to salute the departing sun. I have to admit, the light was golden enough that, had it not been unusually warm in the first place, it would have still "looked" warm.
They stayed very still, with only a slight breeze rustling their feathers, and seemed to relish the sunset. And why not? I certainly did...
A robin bids farewell to the setting sun - Tom Sawyer Park, Louisville, KY
half way up the stairs. growing up gold.
Teaching ella oldskool cartoons and nursery rhymes.
Crazy Robins
Do you have robins around your home? Are they going insane? Mine are.
It started about two weeks ago and began with an indefatigable defence of our drain pipe and clothes peg basket, much chirping and battering at windows, and an unimaginable amount of bird poo on the railings around the deck near the back door.
Action shifted to the front of the house this week. This morning I was woken up at 5am by repeated scratching at our bedroom window. A robin was flying into the window, claws out, as if he was an osprey diving in for a fish in the sea. Needless to say, a double paned window is stronger than a robin. His efforts to smash the window (and presumably the intruding bird that he saw reflected in it) were in naught, but he was not dissuaded.
This evening it is our french doors, also on the front of the house. He is perched on a piece of wood that is leaning against the door (long story there, but I am not able to move the wood right now), and pecking at the window. This is no woodpecker, but he persists. Peck, peck, peck. I am sure he is going to knock his brains out of the back of his head.
And, of course, the stream of bird poo continues unabated. What do these birds eat? An all-bran diet? Does pecking cause them to want to relieve themselves? It is nuts. I can shoo him away, but as soon as I leave the room he is back, pecking away.
Humph. Nature!
