Set Up Like A Deck Of Cards

There’s a bird round here that, somewhere between midnight and 7am, likes to attack windscreen wipers and tear off the rubber blades. I know it’s a bird because you can see its dirty fricking bird footprints all over the windscreen when you get in the car. I think it’s either that crow or magpie (it’s one bird, I’m just not sure what kind it is) that is always hanging around.

It’s happened three times in the last week. Twice, I’ve got in my car in the morning, turned my wipers on and the rubber blades have just flopped around, but were still attached. The other time, the rubber followed the wiper arm up and then just stuck on the windscreen when the arm came down again.

I’ve tried this method of protection the last three nights and it’s been successful so far. If this doesn’t work, my next plan involves violence.

These guys have been coming back every spring/summer for the last five years now. They’re practically pets. I call them Ike and Tina. Tina wears the pants. Ike just watches her back and picks up scraps whenever he can.

After I took this photo, Tina kept running towards me and gently bumped into my leg. I think she thought I had food.

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I wrote a whole thing about how I love dogs so much more than cats and about how I trust dogs and seem to be able to make friends with any of them, and I re-wrote it a couple of times but still wasn’t happy with it. But it’s 3.30am so, bottom line: I love dogs. “Man’s best friend” is spot-on.

The alphabet spelled out on the wings of butterflies. Full alphabet and article here.

(This reminds me of this.)

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