I'm still searching, for a clue

[erastes]

Name that tune!

Today's enigma is a bird in dad's garden. He's not a sparrow, although he's dun brown, but he's slightly bigger than a sparrow, he's not a baby blackbird, and I don't know what he is. Connection—due to massive rainclouds—is zilch today so I can't access the RSPB site to check out juvenile thrushes and starlings. He's been around for a few days, and my phonecam doesn't have the zoom capacity to snap him. I like a mystery! SOLVED: He's a young starling! His mum and dad accompanied him and they were feeding him (he's capable of doing this alone). I had no idea starlings were so light coloured when they were young.

Also nice to see goldfinches in the garden this morning eating seeds from the flowerheads.

Cava celebration for my sale of "The Artist's Horny Vampire Fucktoy"* was hugely enjoyable, even if people say solitary boozing is bad for you. What do they know?

I think it's important to ALWAYS celebrate a sale (although possibly not short stories, specially if one is prolific…) because it helps keep it special and I hope I'll never think "yawn yawn another sale."  I might if I'm earning enough to be lying next to my pool scoffing Quavers (why should I change my food tastes?) with cabana boys to spare, but certainly not in any foreseeable future.

Last Game of Thrones tonight!! (or tomorrow, for us Brits) – hurrah that they are starting production on Clash of Kings next month! Hurrah hurrah! Roll on the next book too!

And finally, THIS SONG is probably very deep and allegorical but I am afraid I nearly crashed the car laughing at the lyrics.

*real title yet to be decided

Comments

[crawling-angel.livejournal.com]

A baby starling! There are too many to count here. Yes, quite grey in colour. It's amazing how they are the same size as the parents so quickly! Beaks on legs.

Dave had to rescue a blackbird from our porch the other day. Eventually after 2 hours or something Dave was able to get hold of him as he was hiding under buckets/birdseed/brooms etc. He had to bring him through the house as the porch door is stuck. Aw, he cried so loudly (the bird not Dave)...I was nearly crying too but he calmed down by the time he was at the patio doors. I got to stroke his head and we let him go. His Mrs was nearly squarking as loud on the shed roof. Never saw a bird fly so fast. Lovely to touch his lil soft head though :)

Solitary boozing! \o/ *hic*

[erastes.livejournal.com]

There is crunching at the moment as Lucius devours his second sparrow of the day. argh.

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

"The Man Who Couldn't Cry" was written by a guy named Loudon Wainwright III who's a singer, composer, lyricist...and humorist. So it could be that it's SUPPOSED to be funny.

[erastes.livejournal.com]

No - it's really not! Johnny Cash took it as one of his songs. He's the father of Rufus Wainwright and Martha, too!

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

Love that you'll still be scoffing Quavers when you're a millionaire :-) I have a feeling I'd be the kind of eccentric millionaire who'd insist on everything I et having been grown on my own estate. Which would rule out any Quavers for me :-( And Monster Munch :-(

Oh no! I just realised - it'd mean no more Branston PIckle Mini Cheddars either! Maybe it's a good thing I'm not a millionaire?

[erastes.livejournal.com]

Perhaps we can have a potato snack factory built in...

[crawling-angel.livejournal.com]

Long-tailed tits! We have lots. It's the first time we've had them in the garden. They seem to like the clematis on the arch. I heard this screeching sound when coming downstairs and thought it was someone with a squeaky wheelbarrow outside. Dave was in bed and shouts out 'Tits!' LOL Eeeeeeee. *bes v excited* They fly like the Man from Atlantis swims, hehe. (Sorry, this is probably v boring for you with all your tittage but we actually have some now and I can say I've SEEN them)

[erastes.livejournal.com]

I adore them - they are pink mice on sticks. quite my favourite bird, I think.

[erastes.livejournal.com]

and i'm trying to get the photos of your pressie onto my pc - that's why i haven't posted it yet. The cats LOVE it.