What is this strange lady up to?
Where on earth is she?
Has she been deposited onto a load of gravelly shingle in error?
Has she become totally inert by choice or as a result of peculiar circumstance?
Is she prone to lapses in cognitive functioning?
Will she be able to ever get up and walk again?
Is she auditioning for a lie-down part in a Samuel Beckett play?
Has she fallen to earth from the Planet Blog?
Is she still breathing?
Is she, er, enjoying herself?
Answers on a postcard to:
The Strange Sightings Project,
Next to the Mermaids
This Message in a Bottle is a little late in being sent (it was good to go on New Years day)
But given the dark months we’ve been living through this year the good will sentiments contained within seem evermore relevant.
We ended up throwing it – or Haze was throwing it
– in where we’d thrown our first M in a B: Shoalstone beach.
Last years bottle floated 200+ miles all the way up the English Channel to Hastings in Sussex.
Where will this one end up?
Will it be found, picked up, replied to?
Will there be another Max (from Berlin) wanting and willing to receive it?
Could good fortune possibly strike twice?!
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Mr Blackbird has been tucking into worms and slugs (Spanish Superslug Monsters) this week.
Got hungry chicks to feed so any grubby grub will do.
He has to stab the slugs a few hundred times first. Then give them a good wiping, to clean all their slimy slime off.
Then he picks them to pieces to make them palatable.
He easily dispensed, dispatched, and destroyed, most of the sluglys available.
Slug elimination courtesy of Mr Blackbird Pest Control.
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
A rerun – or refly – of Torbay Airshow.
Like last year we watched up on Preston Hill.
Like last year The Typhoon was back to heartstop the afternoon off.
And like last year those Red Arrows were streaking their red and white smoky stripes back and forth across the bay.
The heavy rolls of clouds threatening rain gradually got split open by the sun.
There was also ‘Catalina’, an eazi-ozi lumbering Great White Bird of a seaplane, flying slow enough to be filmed
(my newly bought Lumix camera couldn’t keep up with all the faster planes and eventually gave up the ghost).
A pleasant eazi-ozi kind of afternoon.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Various pairs of jackdaws couple the nearby rooftops.
They frequently fly down to the bird table.
Jackdaws are the lighter members of the dark family of morbid corvids.
They’re comical, companionable, charlies. Make you chuckle.
“They does wot they likes….and they likes wot they do…..”
This is one – a vid – I made earlier (about 3 years ago)
It’s about time it got blogged.
A rather long vid of cut up cats relentlessly waiting to, or mercilessly about to, pounce on their dinner.
With Keith Jarrett relentlessly pouncing and pounding away from behind as rhythmical accompaniment.
Vid: Ian Nisbet; Music: Keith Jarrett
PS (or SOS): It’s probably best not to know, or see, what happened to that helpless calf at the end. I don’t (and didn’t)
Dave Dunnock flew into the back garden with his Mississ.
They were bopping about being frisky.
She puffed up her behind showing him her cloaca.
He did his ding-dongy dunnock dance.
Would he, right in front of us in the kitchen, jump in and give her one?
We waited with bated breath.
But, just as he seemed about to – she flew off.
Words & Vids: Ian Nisbet