I AM FEEDING the birds with a bird feeder in my back garden. There are Coal Tits, Blue Tits and other Finch like species taking advantage of the Tesco bounty. In the cold weather, the Robin takes advantage at ground level of spilled seed.
But lo! What’s this? Two days back I observed a Wood Pigeon, not the brightest of birds, just sitting quietly amongst the fallen apples, waiting for seeds to fall from the feeder, just sitting very quietly indeed.
And then today the Wood Pigeon really went off on one. It decided to take matters into its own, er, claws. It flew up onto the branch where the feeder is, and did a kind of jig so that seeds would fall off and it could eat them.
This is the most intelligent Wood Pigeon in the world because it is a Wood Pigeon Entrepreneur. Even Cock Robin was aghast at its gall. I will catch a picture, when and if I can. Birds seem to be a bit nervous in my back yard, in Oxford. It’s probably something to do with the railways, and the foxes. As an investigative journalist, I will capture this clever Wood Pigeon. And interview it, if possible. ♣
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THE CURRENT image on the header is of Khajuraho. For some reason this ancient complex fell apart quite a while back. Such are the vagaries of change. ♦
When the header changes again, this image will go with this bog post.
JUST FIVE MINUTES away from where I live is the Saïd Business Centre – part of the University of Oxford. And so then to Silicon Valley comes to Oxford, to hear of cabbages and kings in the interwibble world.
Saïd is just opposite Oxford Railway Station – I’ve been there waiting for a Number 5 bus up the Cowley Road to hear a lass say in loud tones of wailing: “I come to Oxford for the dreaming spires and this monstrosity is ahead of me”.
Or, as my builder said today – I think the architect loved it more than the people who have to use it.
Perhaps slightly unfair. But it is a blot on the landscape when you first arrive in Oxford. And inside, as one very senior journalist vouchsafed to me this morning, it’s pretty hard to find the toilets after you’ve tipped up in the City of Screaming Squires.
Still, much wisdom was spoken of in the Pyramid. Twitters there were many, and Biz Stone did expound his view of how La Crosse is a great game because there are no lines on the court. And the like. ♣
IT WAS a misty Sunday morning, misted particularly so by the fact that I was in North Parade’s Rose & Crown hostelry and I somehow lost my way, last night
Woke up and it wasn’t a Chelsea morning but realised I really needed to get my electric bike into gear and get going, as the Americans say.
I got a Smarta LX bike. It’s cute. But no manual. Don’t these guys realise that we need to read something to learn? Next photo, you’ll see me on my bike. Don’t mention the solar panels. Or the centre of laundry excellence!
And does an electric bike really need nine gears? Anyway it wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought it would be – and it went up hills magnificently, and down dales. I reached my destination, maybe three or four miles away in twenty minutes or so, including fag break. I’m getting to like my electric bike. ♣
AND IN the Natha Sampradaya – here’s an interesting page, with Sanskrit compris. ♣