Travels, phones and haggis

13 May 2012

On Friday evening we made our decision and we were up early to head off for Cley for a day's birding.  And boy did we have a good day.  The full report is on here ... http://birderronindorktown.blogspot.co.uk/ if you would like to have a read of it.  For here though it is perhaps sufficient to say that we saw our largest total of 66 different species in one day and at least 26 of them will new for this and possibly two were new birds to us altogether, or lifers as well birders say.

As for photography, that was poor.  We had lovely wall to wall sunshine all day but I only got eleven useable images.  That is pretty poor for me.  I've posted a load on my flickr page if you would like to see them all but a couple are on here too.

Seeing as there was musing for yesterday, I couldn't remind you of a long ago fact so I'll do so today instead - even if it does refer to yesterday.  So then, did you know that Florence Nightingale was born in Italy?  No, well apparently she was there in 1820.

What did you make of the crap coming out at the Phone Tapping case?  Cameron has a lot to answer to there methinks.  But by the same token does Terrible Tony and a lot of other mover and shakers.  For years I've heard men and women going on about News International and the Murdochs' saying they were too big for their boots and needed cutting down to size.  For years the PTB have fussed and bothered to keep them on side, to attempt to get the comic-strip Sun to back them.  Why anyone would buy that crap I just don't know.  I bought my last one in the mid-1970's when they ran yet another, "truth behind XXX's sexy marriage break down."  That was enough for me.  Life is far too short to read such crap!

So a couple from yesterday then ...

A pochard

Part of Wells Harbour

And a haggis flavoured funny ...

A commercial traveller was driving through the Scottish Highlands when his car broke down. There was a cottage near by so he went up to it and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a burly Highlander.  "My car has conked out," said the traveller, "Where can I spend the night?"
"Why, right here of course!" said the Scot, "Come in and avail yourself of our world famous hospitality."  The traveller duly entered the humble but cosy residence.
"Jeannie," shouted the host in the direction of the kitchen, and in response to his call his beautiful daughter appeared. "Jeannie, make a meal for the gentleman and remember to uphold our great tradition of Highland hospitality."
The traveller was soon tucking into an appetising meal, the girl had indeed
spared no effort to extend Highland hospitality to the guest.
"And now," said the Highlander, "I'm afraid I must go out and milk the cows, but just make yourself at home and take full advantage of our world famous Highland hospitality."
No sooner had the door closed behind him than the traveller set about seducing the lovely daughter. In no time at all he had her on floor and was on the job.
Suddenly the door opened and there stood the Highlander. He took one look at what was going on and his face turned purple with rage. He dropped his two buckets of milk with a crash and gave verbal vent to his wrath.
"After all I have been saying about the Highland hospitality," he roared, "Arch your back woman, and take the poor man's balls off the cold floor."