yo peeps Here’s three more portraits taken yesterday at the wetlands (Barnes) for my oiseaux gallery. My old favourite, the comb drake, a mashugana red crested pochard drake and a gorgeous mallard duck. hasta la wotsits peeperooneys x i Jedi, Earl de Moutard
Yo Peepsters Shank’s again this morning to Barnes wetlands. The goldeneyes were going a little nutty splashing about and showing off rotten. here’s a smudge of dad and mum going a bit ‘mum & dad’.
The radjah shelducks were also getting their Alan Wicker’s in a twist and I enclose a shot of one of those handsome dudes doing the okey jokey as well as a headshot which is destined for my portrait gallery
Towards the end of the morning a few drops of Frankie Laine started to fall so I made my way back to the waterside restaurant for a hot choco before boarding the Uncle Gus for Hammersmith where my Rubic cube waited to take me back to South Kenneth Williams and Chelsea. But my peeps, before I left I was pleased to get this Barnaby Rudge of a very good looking northern pintail drake which I hope you like. Unfortunately, as I left the confines of the underground station and Wendy Dagworth’d my way up Onslow Gardens the old Frankie Laine bucketed down and a very wet Doctor Quack who’d forgotten to take his titfer, arrived home but was quickly revived, fortified by a hot cup of Rosy. hasta la pasta machacharooneys x i Jah de Quack
Yo Doodlebugs Shank’s again this morn, and off to Barnes wetlands. Rubic and Uncle. The weather is still holding good and the old current was laying a few Johnny Ray’s on the boulevards de Barnes. My first smudge was a rather nice black-bellied whistling duck minding his own business despite an influx of bad mannered mallard drakes trying to nick the whistlers tucker.
I was pleased to see a trio of mandarin drakes had turned up and i furnish you with a Barnaby of one handsome devil.
Now peeps, for a long while I’ve been after a smudgerooney of the elusive great-crested grebe, but I captured him from the wildlife hide when he ventured close to where I was waiting (holding my breath and hoping no saucepan lids would come running noisily in). In fact I was so chuffed I also smudged a headshot for my Rogues Gallery
Actually playmates, it was rather a fruitful morning. As I was leaving (and anticipating a Fat Boy of Peckham hot chocolate at the riverside restaurant) I noticed a couple of peeps peering into the side of a pool where long reeds swayed. Lo and behold Mr Pickwick, there was a sneaky grey Evita Peron lurking surreptitiously in the foliage. He suddenly lunged and came up with a large Lillian Gish in its Gormenghastly Mervyn Peake. And here’s the evidence M’Lord.
Oh wot larks Pip, until domani peepsters I bid you adieu x i Jah de Kwackers
Yo Peeps Trust you are all hunky doris. Had a good day birding and ogling the various wildlife on a perambulation around the large scrape adjacent to the sea wall at Oare. I was excited watching the Polish konic ponies trotting along the inner sea bank wall. What beautiful colours they are. Shades of grey.
I was amazed at the number of dragonflies still whizzing around amongst the tall reeds of the scrape and half expected a hobby to whizz in for a handy snack. No hobbies but a beautiful marsh harrier flew in low over the sea wall from the Isle of Sheppey direction. It was a female harrier and she seemed to be having a lot of success dropping into the long grass and staying undercover for long minutes on end. I presume she was enjoying her meal of some poor little creature. I managed a smudge of her slamming on the brakes and dropping into the long grass.
Then taking off after repletion
I was accompanied on my perambulations by Lord Moffo, and we were guesstimating on the large number of immigrant dunnocks flying in. Here’s a Barnaby Rudge of one little tinker that flew in just as we returned to the Harty Ferry carpark.
hasta la pasta machacharooneys x i Jah de Quackerooney, Earl of Mustard and surrounding condiments
Yo peepsters It was Shank’s Pony again this morning as I wended my way to Barnes WWT. Uncle Gus and Rubic of course. It was quite doody howdy but the visibility wasn’t too bad. I managed a smudge of two handsome fulvous whistling ducks and was pleased to get one looking straight at me (my favourite portrait position) and one profile in the same shot. perambulating on I came across the Frankie Howard (oooer missus) sounding eiders. A mister and mrs for your delectation. The good thing about Barnes is that there are plenty of wuzzoes (oiseaux) beside the collection and a little chiffchaff obliged me for a Barnaby Rudge. hasta la pasta x i Jah de Quack
Yo Peepsters Not birding today (am tomorrow) so I’ll leave you with one of my odes. It’s called ‘Take a piece of my lung’ until domani, adio, amore miopeeps x i Jedi de Quack
Take a piece of my lung barbecue my tongue
Take the tip of a finger take nail off my thumb
Stamp on my toe
I’ll find it hard to say no
Take a piece of my skin
it’s not really that thin
You can pull out my hair
I’ve got plenty up there
But there’s one special part
Don’t take hold of my heart
You can drink all my blood just leave a drop
Or I’ll be too weak to boogie or bop
You can take me to Texas in the back of a cart
Take in Tijuana
But please leave my heart
You can pick me up then put me down
Pull me about I’ll be your clown
Do what you please
I’m down on my knees
I’ll be your toy
you’ve got the right boy
Jump on my back
tie me up in a sack
Push me around but,
I want my heart back
When you’ve finished your fun
then taken a run
Let go that one part
Don’t run off with my heart
You can look up a map study a chart
I’ll go with your luggage
But don’t pack my heart
If you’re hot to trot
taking all that I’ve got
Untie just one knot
Leaving my heart in the parking lot
Take a boat take a train fly off in a plane To me it’s all the same Just let my heart remain