A regular occurrence in our garden.
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Shock horror — invisibules.org in flagrant romantic romp pun outrage. Pelisse are investigating.
2. Cathy!
3. Heathcliff!
4. [smooch]
5. Do you think we were observed?
6. I fear that Brontesaurus.
May I take this opportunity to wish to all my readers, non-readers, search-engine-robots and those-who-are-too-young-to-ask-questions (those especially), a very happy and healthy arbitrary-annual-date-roll-over-moment; and best wishes for the period-until-the-next-one. In particular, those who celebrate a quarter to four o’clock in the afternoon* of thirds of Januaries – joy to you… about… NOW!
I’m sure that Itchy and Knee would wish for the same, if they would only stop squabbling for a little bit.
* UTC
Knee: So, Itchy, you're the expert? Well you can certainly talk the talk!
Knee: But let's see you Wok the Wok...
Again, I am deeply indebted to my adorable wife, Karen, for the idea of this comic. And I’m sure you will join me wishing her a very happy birthday today.
-- hi! My name is SUPER DOG! I'm super excited to meet you!
2. WOOF WOOF WOOF
-- Anyway I have this AMAZING SUPER POWER - I can bark for HOURS without getting tired!
3. [Kick] Be Less Dog!
4. WOOF WOOF WOOF
-- A true genius is seldom recognised in his own lifetime.
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.
UPDATE: Karen put up a video of this on her blog.
"I don't feel like going out again this evening. How about we stay in and have a nice, cosy murmuration here - just the two of us?"
A comic inspired by the neighbours’ cats we see in our garden.
Cat eats. Anti-cat will not.
Cat kills shoelaces. Anti-cat just washes.
But I saw in the moonlight --
Cat may /be/ Anti-cat.
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.
It was amazing, and somehow sad all at once.
I though about having the caption: “Hello Neighbour — nice comet you have here. Do you need a jump start?” Please suggest any other captions in the comments.
[Rosetta looks on from orbit.]
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.
Caption: Most guests seemed to work out fairly quickly that refusal of seconds at Edwina's Birthday Parties was not quite the thing.
Of course, when I was in the savannah, we saw giraffe every day.