Bless him!

 

Forgive me if someone else has already posted this! Looks good, and this piece has the link to the camera. I could even get it on poor old sick Big Mac.

http://10000birds.com/eagle-spied.htm

Slainte!

Bobbie

This is a sad one, so I'll get the warning in now. I saw a programme about shark-finning recently... not to completion, however, as I could take no more. It was presented by Celeb Chef, Gordon Ramsey, so perhaps people will take notice about the loss of these magnificent predators.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-12297191

It is only a game Bobbie but we Americans take it to a fever pitched level just like the Europeans do with their football game soccer!   

Ohhhhhh, yes, MAK - for sure! I am a rugby girl myself, and the Six Nations season begins weekend after next. Rod leaves the premises. (I am a tad loud... sure wish I understood the rules, but those guys certainly are tasty... Bad Cougar! Bad Girl!)

 

I challenge you to do Tchaikovsky's Concerto No. 1 in B-flat Minor...

(Come to that - I challenge me to do it...)

 

A car salesman in suburban Chicago who was fired for refusing to remove a Green Bay Packers tie said he will not be coming back even though his former boss has relented.

John Stone wore the tie to work at Webb Chevrolet in Oak Lawn on Monday, the day after the Packers beat the Chicago Bears to advance to the Super Bowl.

Mr Stone said he wore the tie to honour his late grandmother, who was a big Green Bay fan.

But his boss, Jerry Roberts, said the dealership has done promotions involving the Bears.

He was afraid the tie could alienate the team’s fans and make it harder to sell cars.

Mr Roberts now says Mr Stone can come back, but Mr Stone says he will not. He has also been offered a job at another dealership.

Never mind the Estonia feeder... I want to see yours, MAK!

Slainte!

Bobbie
 

(Happy to know you are back in biz!)

A story of endurance and loss.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/earth/hi/earth_news/newsid_9369000/9369317.stm

Before I read, is this real sad?

I think it is dreadfully sad, Donna! The female had to swim all those miles because of the vanishing sea ice. And the yearling cub that set out with her did not make it. AND - it is sad for all of us if this cannot be stopped. Worth reading tho - we never know when we might read something about which we can actually DO something! Tho what that is... My heart breaks for this heroic Mama Bear. So yes - a "Sad" warning.

Now, that is a bird-feeder!

A story of endurance and loss.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/earth/hi/earth_news/newsid_9369000/9369317.stm

[Chirpy Bird-Day, MB!Come back and join us on the Forum! Bobbie]

Chirpy Bird-Day, MB!

Come back and join us on the Forum!

 

Bobbie


 

Now, HOW did I know you would have something to say on this, Donna-Girl!!?

Slainte!
(I assume this is pretty similar in Scots Gaelic...)

Bobbie

Thanks folks - not that this is relevent, but Denise's mom (Rosemary Farm) died on Sunday - perhaps an extra push???  Thanks!

Most sincere sympathies to Denise and her family. A sad loss - irreplaceable!

Bobbie

Right! Up ye stand! A wee dram in hand!

(and if you can understand a word of this... Needless to point out, I did not do a spell check!)


ODE TO A HAGGIS

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
 Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!
 Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
 Painch, tripe, or thairm:
 Weel are ye wordy of a grace
 As lang’s my arm

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
 Your hurdies like a distant hill,
 You pin wad help to mend a mill
 In time o’need
 While thro’ your pores the dews distil
 Like amber bead

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
 An’ cut you up wi’ ready slight,
 Trenching your gushing entrails bright
 Like onie ditch;
 And then, O what a glorious sight,
 Warm-reeking, rich!

Then, horn for horn they stretch an’ strive,
 Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
 Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
 Are bent like drums;
 Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive
 Bethankit hums

Is there that owre his French ragout,
 Or olio that wad staw a sow,
 Or fricassee wad mak her spew
 Wi’ perfect sconner,
 Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
 On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
 As feckless as a wither’d rash
 His spindle-shank a guid whip-lash,
 His nieve a nit;
 Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
 O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
 The trembling earth resounds his tread,
 Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
 He’ll mak it whissle;
 An’ legs, an’ arms an’ heads will sned,
 Like taps o’ thrissle

Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
 An’ dish them out their bill o’fare,
 Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
 That jaups in luggies;
 But, if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r,
 Gie her a Haggis!

No morning watch from MAK today, she is sick! Feel better MAK. 

Too much excitement from her Steelers win?

Nah. just a stomach bug!

Whoa-hoa! Don't talk to my sister about the Steelers' win! She decided to wear her less-than-pristine Jets track suit yesterday, as it had given them the Winning Formula before. Haha! Steelers and the Pack in the Super Bowl? Hmmmm... which one??