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[Octavia1]

.....  I don't know if any of yu noticed ....but the song birds have disappeared...
Thers only seagulls now  , crows, starlins  an masses of magpies

I have noticed, usually in the morning when I finish they do be all belting it out like a Metallica concert, but recently I would barely hear them, also the common housefly is a rarity to see these days.

Good news really fer the basic homo sapien as none of us are too fond of birds chirping in the morning or house flys, but not a good sign overall to see these natural habits changing.....

The singing in the mornin is died down Ken cause they bird coples hav had ther nookie an the eggs hav hatched an ther busy feeding them little cnuts don't stop eatin ......they also don't be given away ther location I imagine .....
But i definitely noticed it's got  quieter .....
In other news today .....
Ther was this robbin in me ma's garden past cople yers .....I fed it everyday an got it to feed from me hand .....anyway  cople weeks ago I went out fed em .....an I trew the bit brown bread on the ground under the table which I never do normally.....anyway I came out next day an
He normally flies over to me after few minutes an then I seen it .......a bunch of robbin feathers on the ground wer the bread was .......the fukin cat ete him .....
I'm besides meslf wit the guilt ......
I murdered the poor cnut 

[Belker]

I'm a bit of a bird feeder myself and often leave out a few bits fer them rather than put it in the bin.

Last weekend while doing a very rare bit of day work I saw Hillbillys fried chicken restaurant open and went in fer a munch parking illegally in the taxi rank beside it, got me grub and took a seat outside in the sun, along comes this butch looking young girl with doc's and tatoo's (I'm guessing her name was Stacey or Stace !) and she gives me the evil eye down through her nose-ring while taking the table next to me probably thinking to herself; "Waz dis old fart doing in ma town and ma space".

I have only a small meal as in just 2 pieces of chicken while 'Stace' has 2 large boxes of food. The table next to us is vacant and along comes Mr Crow (Big fooker, over 12 inches tall with a long sharp grey beak) and takes a perch on the back of a seat staring longingly at my fried chicken dinner, so I throw him a small piece of chicken from just a meter away and make a bollicks of my throw but miraculously Mr Crow still manages to grab it in mid-air which was very impressive.
Next I put a piece of chicken on my table and say to Mr Crow; "You gotta come and get it now guy ?".
Stace looks over at me very unimpressed as she chows through her trough of fried food.

Mr Crow won't come to my table to get the chicken so again I throw it to him, then along comes Misses Crow, Uncle Simon Crow and cousin's Joe, Peter, Johnny, Mary and Kate all perched on the back of the seats in front of me and directly behind Stace. I see her getting a tad agitated and turn to her to say; "Don't worry, they have their perimeter of about a meter and they won't break that", Stace replied; "I'm not worried".
I continue to feed the crows the last few bits of chicken and then the dopey pigeons arrive at ground level and are brushing against both mine and Stace's ankles under the tables. I finish up my meal, throw the litter in the bin and walk the 20 meters back to my cab, I look back at Hillbilly's and Stace is long gone ....... !!