tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post1300602663896267412..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: Dry as a boneChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-4721035800517197082014-06-21T19:33:33.598+01:002014-06-21T19:33:33.598+01:00Yes indeed - harsh but fascinating. I've lear...Yes indeed - harsh but fascinating. I've learned more just from personal interest, observation (and that fascination...) than I ever did in school.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-27026141156745534072014-06-21T08:57:01.741+01:002014-06-21T08:57:01.741+01:00Poor little thing. Nature is harsh but you might a...Poor little thing. Nature is harsh but you might as well take a fascination in it. No, it's not weird. I see quite a lot of corpses and bones on my walks and always take a look (non-human, of course!). Used to hate cutting stuff up in biology - really unnecessary and disrespectful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-85572915676632429312014-06-19T19:28:05.797+01:002014-06-19T19:28:05.797+01:00Ah, that's such a lovely story - a great happy...Ah, that's such a lovely story - a great happy ending. They are truly delightful little blighters, aren't they?<br /><br />Btw I've heard of other things being hidden in walls too.. some of which are very gruesome. I'd love to find some shoes, though!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-14934236688269169832014-06-19T13:36:49.523+01:002014-06-19T13:36:49.523+01:00P.S. Did I mention that it was a little blighter?P.S. Did I mention that it was a little blighter?The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-61073627061795838302014-06-19T13:35:25.652+01:002014-06-19T13:35:25.652+01:00Sorry to hear about the little vole. Mrs S had an ...Sorry to hear about the little vole. Mrs S had an encounter with (a live) one in the garden during that very hot period a few weeks back. Apparently the poor little blighter stumbled, exhausted, from the undergrowth and collapsed on the path beside her. She put down some emergency rations of seeds and water and within a few minutes the little blighter trotted off, happy and refreshed.<br />I once tried to tell someone in America about the live cat in the wall superstition, but they were having none of it, convinced I was pulling their leg! I didn't realise that there was an animal friendly alternative too!The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-27402490045092172492014-06-19T09:26:56.623+01:002014-06-19T09:26:56.623+01:00Ah yes, you get it - the shapes, the organic-ness,...Ah yes, you get it - the shapes, the organic-ness, the fascination, it's beauty. I would have loved the rat skull!<br /><br />Your turtle tale has me wide-eyed and envious. What an amazing thing to witness so close... seems so exotic, so lovely... I hope the eggs survive and you get baby turtles (pics please!)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-38659674830525727832014-06-19T01:23:05.073+01:002014-06-19T01:23:05.073+01:00Ant bed...that's what we used to do with silve...Ant bed...that's what we used to do with silver dollars and other stuff we got off the beach. They'd come out white and clean as a museum specimen. Course you may not have the bleeding ants we do so...<br /><br />It was all I could do recently not to pick up a rat skull I came across in a country parking lot...and I have taken pictures of decaying deer. The wobbly organic shapes and hard bone is interesting to me. So...nothing weird to me on your part.<br /><br />I thought about you this weekend...a turtle has laid a pile of eggs in bushes around our house. Martha and the Boy thought it was dying at first. Of course after she was done laying them...she scooted off and never looked back. Erik Bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05401279267556576137noreply@blogger.com