Shock horror — invisibules.org in flagrant romantic romp pun outrage. Pelisse are investigating.
The weekend of 24-25 January 2015 is the date for the RSPB’s Big Garden Birdwatch, so you’ll need to get ready to count!
RSPB were interested enough to publish today’s comic on their blog… so if you arrived here from there WELCOME. Please consider leaving a comment to say you’ve been here. Thinking about it, quite a few of comics from the past have been about birds, RSPB or wildlife in general.
It’s been rather windy round here for the last few days. I’d like to thank Antonia for suggesting the chinchilla in the starring role, but I do seem to have made it rather ratty. Still, rats can be cute too. Previously it’s been bikes and rhinos.
Here’s a little doodle I made for a trumpet-playing-friend’s birthday card.
Happy “whatever” to you, dear readers.
Today’s comic was inspired by our visit to our local RSPB bird reserve at Otmoor, yesterday, where we saw and heard an astonishing murmuration of starlings (estimated at around 50,000) swirling around above us and finally coming down to roost in the reeds. My point-and-click photo doesn’t begin to do it justice, and of course there’s the sound of the wings and the calls too! If you get a chance, enjoy this sight while you possibly can — starlings are on the critical list and in serious decline.
(click for the whole picture)
UPDATE: Karen put up a video of this on her blog.
Thanks to Karen for the idea for this one!
Polytunnels. One more thing to be scared of at the full moon. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the turnips.
We went to the exhibition of Gothic art at the British Library last weekend: “Terror and Wonder – the Gothic Imagination.” Highly recommended.
UPDATE: Potential solution to the poly tunnel menace:
I find myself wondering about alliterative story titles. If it had been not a princess but a countess then I suspect she would have been traumatised by a cauliflower rather than a pea.
See Aarne-Thompson classification number 704. Also see this.
I’m posting this before I go to the party, because there’s a good chance I will either be made to walk the plank or else expire from overdose of delicious food.
If you must know, they are Dr. Martens.