I know the feeling.

matigo.ca.

If you’re struggling to write what seems to be the right things to write, why don’t you just stick to writing down what you know incontrovertibly to be true. It simplifies…and can be surprisingly powerful.

Kingfishers are a bloody nightmare. The won’t be seen for more than a tenth of a second. Honestly, I could shake them. It’s strange to think that Red Kites used to scavenge on the streets of London in Victorian times.

hazardwarning.me.

It’s a joke about the rationalising imperative of men.

matigo.ca.

Yep. I like that my throwback iPod doesn’t have Wi-Fi.

phoneboy.info.

Globalist!

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Watching a Skylark ascend and listening to its song is one of the joys of nature, along with seeing murmurations of Starlings and watching a Barn Owl hunt or listening to a Cuckoo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Buzzard but sometimes you can’t be sure what silhouette you’re looking at.

hazardwarning.me.

I’ve been seeing Skylarks in the fields recently…and a Kestrel.

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She’ll just have to be a lapdog then.

matigo.ca.

What talents and skills does she have? Is she conscientious and punctual?

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