Well, I'll fix that today. But before I get to that, here's...
THE GREAT TOMATO COUNT OF 2008/2009
63+217=280
So far 63 ripe, juicy, sun-heated tomatoes have been consumed and 217 are still on the vines. Hmmm, any guesses as to what tonight's dinner will be based upon? If you guessed tomato and roo, then you'd be right.
On wit' da boidy pics!
I purposely over-exposed this shot so it'd look like a beak and eyes peering out of the white background. Unfortunately there are still some feathers showing... grumble.
With this next one I was *sure* the cockatoo would jump down to the top of the feeder. So I pre-focused and got all the settings right and then waited and waited and waited for the cockatoo to jump from the top of the brick wall. As soon as s/he jumped I tripped the shutter. Too bad s/he didn't go to where I thought s/he would...
But I did get one good pic this morning:
Just ignore the two blurry blokes up top and have a look at the babe landing on the rail:
Everyone write your own caption for this last shot:
A bonus Conversation With Wifey-Poo!
Some background: I've got an infected hair follicle on the outside of my lower lip, right hand side. It hurts almost as bad as when a wasp stung the inside of my lower lip when I was a wee tyke (don't ask... PLEASE don't ask).
Remember, YT is myself (yours truly) and WP is Wifey-Poo, otherwise known as the most wonderful woman in the entire world.
WP was working at her computer as YT was staring out the window watching the birds. YT then turns and heads to the kitchen...
YT: Dang my lip hurts!
WP: Mmmmm, yes dear. *whatever*
YT: Makes me want to take up show jumping.
WP: Mmmmm, yes dear. *whatever*
YT: Oh, so you go that one, eh?
WP: Hmmm, what's that you said dear?
YT: I said my lip hurts.
WP: It's infected, of course it'll hurt. *oh crap, what did I miss?*
YT: So then I said I should take up show jumping.
WP: You've lost me on this one. *how can I find a nice way to ignore him?*
YT: The Royal LIPizzaner Stallions?
WP then continues typing and doesn't say a word.
