Pictures

Cute Squirrel comes to a gruesome end

A Stiniel Squirrel.

Munching merrily away on his nuts (as squirrels are wont to do)

Stiniel Squirrel 2 June 2018

All fluffily cute and charming.

But what happened next wasn’t (cute or charming)

His big bushy tail was all that was left of him (plus a foot) the following morning.

Stiniel Squirrel 3 June 2018

Buster the big feral farm cat had had him for dinner.

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Heart Urchin

We picked this up on Dawlish Warren sands.

Heart Urchin 2 May 2018

No idea what it was. Small, fragile, delicate. Intriguing.

Turns out its a ‘Heart Urchin’. Or to give it its more prosaic name ‘sea potato’.

Here’s an heart urchin still alive.

Heart Urchin

And looking kind of ‘urchin-like’ in that picture.

The paper-thin casing (we found) is what remains of the heart urchin in its ‘test’ form.

There were dozens of them on the beach. Casualities of the storms that blew across the Bay back in March possibly.

We collected 3, but 2 didn’t survive the vagaries of my trouser pocket and were crushed into fine particles.

This one, fortunately still in tact, sits on the windowsill in Haze’s kitchen.

Heart Urchin 3 May 2018

(PS: The stitch-like threading vaguely reminds me of the American softballs my mom used to sow together back in the 70’s)

Dashing Dart

A slow walk to the Dart river.

Yet more notices about picking up poo
(I presume this isn’t a Phantom Poo Person on the loose, but the usual dog doo dah bollocks)

Bag that poo April 2nd 2018

Somebody had been out picking up, not Poo –  Plastic.

Plastic Rubbish 2 April 2nd 2018

A ceremonial pile of plastic laid out right next to the river Dart.

Plastic Rubbish April 2nd 2018

Plus a couple of glass bottles, some tin cans, a trainer, and other sundry detritus.

Maybe a nice person picking up plastic but without a plastic bag to bin it with.
Or an angry person making a point of drawing attention to how much plastic gets carelessly thrown around perhaps?

It drew my attention. So I took those pictures. To post on the blog.
(Unfortunately I hadn’t got anything on hand to bin this plastic heap of crap either)

Everywhere around on this Easter Bank Holiday Monday was as inert, as dead, as that plastic pile of poo.

But nothing inert about the river Dart today.

Positively bouncing and bubbling along with unstoppable energy, necessary life.

Yogapoo

While out walking in the snow last week I saw this notice pinned to a post

Yoga for Mutts March 2018

Some local being clever in a funny kind of way, or funny in a clever kind of way?

But appears that it might have been memed through social media. A North Devon businessman, Rob Braddick, up in Westward Ho! claims to have started this Yogapooing already (click this link to DevonLive)

OK. It’s about time something was done. It’s not just the dog. And its not just the dog shitting. Its the owners of these dog shitting dog shitters that need to be made to face it. (Notice I’m referring to the phenomena not with the nice nomenclature of polite poo, but calling it as the nasty actual shitty thing it really is)

So could ‘YogaPoo’ be the way to clean our streets? Probably not. But in a helpful spirit of playfulness what about extending the concept to other forms of alternative cleansing exercise? We could instigate:

ShiatsuShitsu
Not solely confined to shitty shaitsus. Other crappy yappy little mutts are also included.

ChiGongDung
Like YogaPoo only slower.

TaiChiTurd
Like ChiGongDung but even slower.

CackAsthenics
Whipping up a bit of a sweat in a Onesie

KundaliniKrapping
The sublime ecstasy of excrement removal.

JudoJobby
Roll over and take a bow.

FacialFaeces
The dogs face rubbed in it. Along with its owners.

DogDooDooDance
Get couples to doo doo it together while jigging away to the song “Who Let The Dogs Out”. Woof. Woof.

DogShitBumpsie
Reinserting the brown log back up its dog.

RollerBladeRumpPuddy
In one swift swoop, the poop is scooped.

Picture & Words: Ian Nisbet.

A dapper line of gents

From where I am, on the top of Wallaford Hill, I look across and see these neatly estranged row of trees.

Stand of Trees 19th March 2018

Zooming in, they look like they’ve been deliberately, intricately, and intentionally, lined up side by side with one another.

Stand of Trees 3 19th March 2018

To achieve some kind of sculptured show off theatricality.

Like a stand of stagely arranged fussy gentlemen.

Stand of Trees 5 19th March 2018

Next time I’m up there I’ll have to walk over the field to get a closer look, check them out.

Or maybe it would be best to leave them be. Let their stand alone peculiar singularity stay unchecked, and intact.

Some Snow Animals

Numerous wondrous creatures were concieved by the ‘Beast from the East’ this weekend.
A most motley medley of snow spawn.

This Faun was laid low by the pale white afternoon sun

Sheep snow 19th March 2018

It looked at me, yawned, stroked its goatee beard, then gave me the cold shoulder.

This Siberian Snow-Snake was slipped out, stone-cold, from under a blue bush.

Snowform 19 19th March 2018

It lay perfectly, powerfully, still.
I had to creep by imitating the silence of a snowflake.

I almost stepped upon this nesting Ice-Owl. It had 3 little owlets (or icelets) frozen solid inside its frosty feathers.

Snowform 14 March 19th 2018

Its cavernous eyes stared at me with icy disdain.
I dared not stare back.

Of course whenever and wherever you go for a walk there’s bound to be
a doggie yelping and yapping towards you

Sure enough, a dog leapt out from a hedge
The infamous Snooowdle
This one had just done a snowpoop.

Snow Peeple 2 March 18th 2018

Fortunately theres no need to pick it up.

Unlike the little shits done by corporeal canines
A snoowdles poo is odourless and entirely harmless.

And, thankfully, it’ll have melted into thin air by tomorrow.
(the poo – and the snoowdle)