Return

#writephoto #return

He had to come back

He’d completed his journey

Hopping over sands and hills and dales

He enjoyed the vast open planes of the grand canyon and

Hot desert plains of the sahara

However, something was calling him back, so he

hiked across the hills from the local airport, where

at home , mum and dad were waiting

his reward ? crusty bread and Home made soup

Lovebirds

They say love is blind

but upon meeting in our garden

these two little birds

have set up house in a spruce by the lawn

and have had a little family

Jealous rivals

tried to evict

but the long wing

of avian justice

soon sent the magpies

packing

So the little bird family

have their worms and grubs for tea

and mum and dad give little ones

rudimentary lessons in

entering and exiting the new nest

Feathered Friends

Salford 30th April 2020

They come back every spring time

when the mercury starts to rise

taking up a home in the trees

giving passers by a surprise

Two birds sitting in their nest

wait till little uns do arrive

then mum and dad will feed them

so the little uns do thrive

And each morning when the suns up

Mum (or Dad) does hop

out of their green leaved little home

on a journey to the shops

Returning with some corn or wheat

or maybe a worm or a bug

to feed up the little birdies

in the nest all nice and snug

But like all little children

they grow up and explore

so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise

and find the kids next door

A little something from Father Christmas sr.

It was a few days before Santa Claus was about to do his deliveries

And the elves were busy in their workshop

When a little elf ran up to the big man and handed him a letter

“Dear klaus,” it read…

“Nice to see you and yours doing so well in your work,

Was wondering what you would like for Christmas this year…

Your mums making a ham for lunch…if you and yours would like to come

I’ve got something nice for the reindeer too

Drop me a line when you think you’ll get here

Seasons greetings and All the best

DAD”


Swimming Lessons

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Salford Quays, 14th July 2018

a tale of the first time in the canal…from one of the goslings….Interpreted by Inky 🙂

It’s a bit hard stepping out

from the little nursery pool

to the great big vast waterway

but at least my family are nearby

mum and dad watching proudly on

no water wings required

chasing my brothers and sisters about the water

just flap my feathered feet and watch me go….

Puzzled

Puzzled

Poor old Dad!

Unusually for a Boxing day, he’d completed the thousand piece jigsaw –

Zany thing was – after he’d finished (he had that was clear) there was

Zero room for what he definitively labelled as “The Last piece”

Looking around the peripheries of the picture

Expecting to find a hole for this missing part

Dumbfounded ?  Definately

Trio No 4

Trio no. 4

 

I woke this fine morning to the sound of the feathered residents of Salfords newest quayside building.  I smiled, due to the fact the mechanic eagle that’s been applied to distract them, appears to have had no effect on them what so ever – and their footprint of their nesting ground appears to have increased to the nearby solar panels of my neighbours.

A pleasant change from builders in their Workboots traipsing up and down the cul de sac on the way to work.

It wouldn’t have been as bad if the boys and their toys hadn’t woken me up earlier – i’m not a petrolhead myself, but when you’re just getting round the Halle Orchestra playing in your head, the last thing needed is a re-run of the Le Mans 24 Hr Race taking place outside your front door (for those who are new to my blog – I live by the busiest road in Europe (according to those in the know))

Skies a patchwork of cirrus, hopefully I wont get wet on the way to BASIC (Brain & Spinal Injury Centre)  this afternoon

With Mum at Work, I found Dad at his jovial self this morning – I came down to cereal as he was in an animated conversation with one of our friends from the Indian sub continent.  A word to the wise – when my Dad says NO to summat, it usually pays not to phone again…you will still get the same answer you got eight hours before…save the cash boys and girls – and stop phoning.

I came down to lunch to find Pizzas on the go, and dad playing his usual word games on his Kindle.   He’s now having fun with the colouring book app he’s found on Amazon Underground – Colorfy.  Should keep him happy before the chores begin…