December 3rd, 2006


Adventures with Peewees and Kestrels

I was scattering food on the ground ("No food onna stick for you! You're wild birds! Be WILD! Get off my head.") for the peewees and magpies, when a movement caught my eye. I looked into the neighbour's yard and saw a kestrel closing in low and fast. He was flying straight at me and using the aluminium fence for cover. I had enough time to register that he was hunting peewees just as he flew up and over the fence.

"I say old chap! Do you mind not hunting my birds?" I said* as I waved my arms. Peewees gave the alarm call and there was a flurry on black-and-white as birds flew into the trees. The kestrel looks surprised at me leaping and waving and pulled up in a tight turn, entering the sycamore tree at high speed. There was a crash, a lot of screaming and swearing in Raptor, followed by a shower of old sycamore seeds and small brown feathers. After a moment he flew off. The yard was very quiet; the only movement were spinning sycamore seeds and feathers settling on the ground.

The only way I will ever be able to document any of this on film would be to wear a webcam every time I step outside.

Shades of Last year

*When this comes out it sounds a lot like "AAAARGGH! GETTOWDAVITYABASTARD! AAAGH! AAGH!" with leaping and waving.

Tora Tora Tora

"Tora Tora Tora" is on telly. This is the movie "Pearl Harbor" could have been if they hadn't made shit up and turned it into a love story.

I hope they don't play that crap movie on the 7th.