...Oh Me Oh My...

Yes, I missed it. The Sarah Palin bounce, that is. Heck, I didn't even k(no)w how to pro-noun-ce her name! Sorta like Valdez, Valdez, Valdez --three(3) pronounciations depending on where you are from. In Castellano, it'd be pronounced as Valdeath. Fitting, eh? Anywho, I only doubled my traffic yes(turd)ay. Or was it the day before? Whatever, I missed it!

I promise never, ever, ever again to pander to the LCD in order to get traffic. There. Those crystals should be safe now that I'm not pandering to them no more.

Back to the topic... what topic? Oh, yeah. THAT topic.

If anyone can tell me what song the title of this post is yanked from, then I'll give you something. Free. On me. No worries. Now, I wouldn't be surprised that the title of this post has somehow mistakenly found it's merry way into other songs over the ensuing decades (is time linear?); but there's one song I'm thinking of...

Go ahead: guess! I want the name of the band and the song title. I'll even give you a hint: reread the first paragraph of this post.

What will you get? I'll make a custom screensaver of any 10 bird pics (you get to pic them) that have appeared here. I can only make them for PC, so for mac users I'll make fullsize wallpapers from the original files.

How do you enter? Just put your guess in the comments on this post, no worries.

What if no one wins? Tough shit, but I might award something for the funniest comment (judged by yours truly, of course) if no one guesses right. Y'all gots till September 15th (aussie time, HA!) to get your guesses in.

And now for the (w)hole reason why everyone visits me:



Oops, blurry again... I was focused on the galah as she was about to fly off and the lorie flew in. Sigh... I've got better ones, REALLY!

Sarah Palin

is NOT the subject of this blog post. She does however have a semi-secret admirer/wannabe boytoy in Kodiak, Alaska. I just thought that since I'd lived in Alaska over a 5 decade span that perhaps I should say something about her. There, I said it.

The above is my political statement for the decade.

Now, on with the birdie pics! Do you ever wonder what type of food cockatoos LOVE? Well, they'll tear an almond tree to shreds in 30 seconds flat --I've timed it. The flock descends upon an almond tree just as the almonds are about to ripen. The shells still have their green fuzz on them, and the almond is nice and chewy. Here's proof:

Here he is doing the canoe job on the almond:


Those are big claws...


Where's my bib?


Very interesting tongue...



If you don't get that camera out of my face then this will be your finger!

Round two:

This is MINE! You can not have it!

Love, Is a Burnin' Thing...

Remember, YT is me (yours truly) and WP is The Most Wonderful Woman In The Entire World (wifey poo).

The following is a real, true conversation (made up crap) betwixt YT and WP!

YT: *gazing longingly at WP* "Have I mentioned how much you love me?"

WP: *vvvvveeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy looooooooooonnnnnnnngggggggggg pause...* "Uuuuuummmmmm, yes dear?!"

YT: "Cool! Just checkin'"

and here's me girlie-friend:

Whoa, git a load of da pollen on dat babe!

Blast From The Past

Well, sorta, kinda... One of these pics you've seen before but the others you haven't. I found the other 4 when I was searching for the first one. Why was I searching for the first one? Cus Jim and Heather want to know what the cat (His Royal Highness Prince Bagheera; Lord and Master of All He Surveys) felt about the wee little birdies in his backyard.

Wee little doesn't *exactly* describe these birds... volume-wise, the cockies are bigger than he is. With longer claws and beaks that'll easily rip almonds shells to shreds (+2000 psi). Ummmmm, I think the cat is out of his league, eh?


Oh, HELL NO! I'm not gonna mess with that bugger!


I shall now pretend that I don't care and show magnamity by sharing MY yard with birds


Perhaps after seeing these next shots you'll understand why the cat prefers not to tangle with these blokes (and blokettes).




And finally, proof positive that my picture taking and framing skills suck bigtime:

Nice claws, eh?

Free Parrot Wallpaper

Yes, you can have one of my "exquisite" aussie parrot pics as wallpaper! Hmmmmmmm, now which one should I choose... Ah, yes! Do y'all 'member when I was up on the balcony taking pics of the cockatoos? And there was one that flew right up to me and hovered for a moment? And the shutter on the camera clicked at just the right time? Yeah, that's the one! How's that sound for wallpaper? So here's ya are:

Please note that in order to get it for wallpaper size, just click on the pic. It'll EXPLODE up to 1024 by 768 pixels. Should be good enough for most folks. Go ahead and save it, no worries. Set it as your wallpaper, no worries. Share it around with your friends, no worries --weeeeelllllll, at least be kind and point them here, ta!

And since you are expecting pics of my new girlfriend, here's one of her showing her perfect pink breast while naked and adorned in chains as seen through a peep show window:


As always, his high and royal highness signals his approval by doing absolutely nothing (thereby decreasing his entropy and doing his part to keep the universe from collapsing):

Under Their Spell

You will wake up early...

You will stagger outside in your robe at 530 am...

You will have a 2 kilo bag of sunflower seeds with you...

You will spread the seeds everywhere...

You will jump when we squack...

You have no will of your own...

You will do this every morning...

And every evening...

Or we will crap in your pool...

And rip your hair out...

My New Girlfriend (and my wife likes her!)

Yeah, well, ya know... just what the heck can a bloke do when he's such a babe magnet? The natural studliness, the muscles, the piercing eyes, strong jaw, the ability to lift heavy objects, knowledge of powertools, awesome cooking ability (despite what some of you may have heard), tall, great sense of humour, landscaper extradinaire, computer genius, wonderful fashion sense, and not conceited or boastful at all *ahem* *cough*.

Last evening my girlfriend showed up and treated both myself and my wife to a show. She sang, primped, and flouted herself shamelessly. She had a skimpy pink blouse on with grey sleeves. She even let me take a pic and said I can share it with you!



Of course, she does have some competition from the gang of delinquents:


And then there's the gal who thought she was going to be the lucky one:


See? Just what's not to love?

Please note the absence of unsightly nasal hair.

And his lordship even signaled his approval of the whole situation

Young, Single, Pink, Babe...

... To the rescue!!!! Yes, I *can* still take good birdie pics. Ha! Yesterday's stuff notwithstanding of course. Remember: Blame It On The Camera!

Backstory

The galahs always show up in pairs. Always. And when one of a pair flies away (for whatever reason) the other always follows. Ummmmmm, I think they go behind a bush for some ka-noodling.

Imagine my surprise when there's been an ODD number of galahs hanging out for the last 5 days. Does that mean it's one of the flock who's lost their mate? Or is it a young'un that's on 'the hunt'? Well, whatever, she sure as heck saved my ass as meself being known (knownst?) as a good parrot picture-taker bloke.

So without any further ado (yeah RIGHT!)

First, she's shy looking and watching me through her fluttering eyelashes


Then she has to fix her skirts just so...


Then she fixes her hair


She finally lets me get close to her


and then lifts her arms to expose her chest!


Hmmmm, this could be my most popular post soon! LOL :)

I've Had Better Days

...with the camera, that is. I mean just LOOK at these pics. Bleck. It's like the anti-focusing demons from the 26th dimension had it in for me this morning. AND they teamed up with the crappy-light demons from the 10th dimension.

Sigh...

Well, just have a look and you'll see what I mean. Oh, if you've read this far Mon, there's a recipe for you cus my wee little brain seemed to remember you could have possibly mentioned you might just be inclined to that type of food... maybe...

Anyways, here's the pics of the uncooperative cockatoos.

Let's just keep it in perspective, eh?


This coulda been so cool with better lighting but the sun wasn't up yet


Bbbbbbbllllluuuuuuuurrrrrryyyyyy




Three Wise Cockatoos


Not only can I not work the focus ring, I can't even hold the stupid camera level with the horizon. I'm a failure...


Well, at least the horizon is level...


Colourul lorikeets to the rescue!


Gotta give SOMEONE the evil eye...


Over and out.


maybe


or


maybe not

Punch Up On The Feeder

But before I get to that, sorry for distracting you with my race updates on Saturday. Had I known just how many folks landed on my blog by a google search looking for road race updates I would have actually given out real updates. And then I'dve given them the link to the live coverage via cyclingnews.com as not everyone was able to watch it live on the telly.

I've also found a whole bunches of people show up here searching for miti recipes. So here's the link to that.

Now, back to one of the main reasons people visit: Pictures from Oz! Specifically, parrot pictures from Oz. Fortunately I don't have to go far to get these. In fact, I'm usually still in my bath robe, bare feet, and no underwear when I take them standing in the back yard. Ahem, yes, no underwear.

And now for some purdy burdy pics. How's about a punch up between two rainbow lorikeets for starters?
Nice beak action, eh?

And then the referee tries to break it up:

They do this pretty regularly, I think they are practicing for when Ishmael comes down to visit so they can rip his hair out.

As it's wintertime down here (bloody-well FREEZING!) everything is flowering. Here's a bee working on a flower from the Blue Pacifica bush:

Quite the load of pollen he has there.

This view in the morning signals the arrival of the gang of juvenile delinquent cockatoos: