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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 18:28:46 GMT
Are you not forgetting that place with the monkey tree?
I remember walking back to my grandmother's house with her one evening and she told me to get her a couple of bottles of Mackeson from the outdoor at the Halfway House. The landlord told me to go and do a runner when I said who it was for until the old dear popped her head round the door to see what was taking so long.
There used to be a decent jukebox at the Globe
I never went in there. Just past Park Site. I forgot the name anyway! What was it? Off an on I used to use the Globe when Freda ran it in the '70s. It was me supplied the Deep Purple, Hawkwind and AtomicRooster singles for the Juke. :-) get a room why don't you
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Post by Skankmonkey on May 27, 2016 18:29:11 GMT
Dean Martin "Little old wine drinker me" was a big sing along number on the juke back then.
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Post by felonious on May 27, 2016 18:33:31 GMT
Are you not forgetting that place with the monkey tree?
I remember walking back to my grandmother's house with her one evening and she told me to get her a couple of bottles of Mackeson from the outdoor at the Halfway House. The landlord told me to go and do a runner when I said who it was for until the old dear popped her head round the door to see what was taking so long.
There used to be a decent jukebox at the Globe
I never went in there. Just past Park Site. I forgot the name anyway! What was it? Off an on I used to use the Globe when Freda ran it in the '70s. It was me supplied the Deep Purple, Hawkwind and AtomicRooster singles for the Juke. :-) The Bush (Sneyd Arms).
Freda was a very special landlady who went on to set up the Silver Birch. Last time I remember seeing her she was running the Conservative club.
I remember Burlesque, Family being the jukebox for years and for some reason Brother Louie, Hot Chocolate and Dury's Wake up and make love seemed to get a lot of airplay.
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Post by felonious on May 27, 2016 18:34:47 GMT
I never went in there. Just past Park Site. I forgot the name anyway! What was it? Off an on I used to use the Globe when Freda ran it in the '70s. It was me supplied the Deep Purple, Hawkwind and AtomicRooster singles for the Juke. :-) get a room why don't you Fook off I've found a new friend.
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Post by Skankmonkey on May 27, 2016 18:43:45 GMT
I never went in there. Just past Park Site. I forgot the name anyway! What was it? Off an on I used to use the Globe when Freda ran it in the '70s. It was me supplied the Deep Purple, Hawkwind and AtomicRooster singles for the Juke. :-) The Bush (Sneyd Arms).
Freda was a very special landlady who went on to set up the Silver Birch. Last time I remember seeing her she was running the Conservative club.
I remember Burlesque, Family being the jukebox for years and for some reason Brother Louie, Hot Chocolate and Dury's Wake up and make love seemed to get a lot of airplay.
That's right. Freda was great. There was a slight, dapper bearded chap from Park Site used to do the bar as well. I forget his name now. Burlesque was definitely one of mine though. I took half a dozen singles down and she put them all on. Used to be packed in there even midweek.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 18:52:24 GMT
get a room why don't you Fook off I've found a new friend.
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Post by chuffedstokie on May 27, 2016 18:53:51 GMT
Now that spring has definitely sprung the prospect of meeting up with an old girlfriend, having a good time, going places, taking lots of photos and plastering them all over the interweb just to piss my ex wife off.
All because the lady loves....herself.
Got to love spring.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on May 30, 2016 0:22:56 GMT
The Robins tiny throat.
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Post by andrewguk on May 30, 2016 10:31:18 GMT
I've been putting dog food out for the hedgehog's. Bless em'.
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Post by Northy on May 30, 2016 11:06:36 GMT
They were still whiffing on yesterday mornings run
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 18, 2016 9:00:41 GMT
Watched a brood of wrens fledge this morning in the garden. Cat confined to barracks for the moment.
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Post by murphthesurf on Jun 18, 2016 9:21:58 GMT
I've been putting dog food out for the hedgehog's. Bless em'. Good on ya. Dogfood or catfood - perfect. And a dish of water. You often hear of well-meaning people putting bread and milk out for them, but that's now recognised as being very dangerous for them to eat/drink.
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Post by Billybigbollox on Jun 18, 2016 13:42:18 GMT
I've been putting dog food out for the hedgehog's. Bless em'. Good on ya. Dogfood or catfood - perfect. And a dish of water. You often hear of well-meaning people putting bread and milk out for them, but that's now recognised as being very dangerous for them to eat/drink. That's it fatten the poor little fuckers up for the gypos.
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Post by bathstoke on Jun 18, 2016 14:45:36 GMT
Good on ya. Dogfood or catfood - perfect. And a dish of water. You often hear of well-meaning people putting bread and milk out for them, but that's now recognised as being very dangerous for them to eat/drink. That's it fatten the poor little fuckers up for the gypos. That so £@#&!n un'PC it's hilarious. It's offensive on so many levels
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Post by felonious on Jun 18, 2016 15:43:16 GMT
I managed to keep the cat away from one of the fledgling swallows yesterday but it didn't survive the day stone cold on the path under the nest last night. Smaller than the others so I think it had been kicked out.
Can't remember how many times I've got rid of the magpies and squirrels this week, I'm sure the latter was after the house sparrow chicks and the blue tit chicks.
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 18, 2016 15:56:25 GMT
I managed to keep the cat away from one of the fledgling swallows yesterday but it didn't survive the day stone cold on the path under the nest last night. Smaller than the others so I think it had been kicked out.
Can't remember how many times I've got rid of the magpies and squirrels this week, I'm sure the latter was after the house sparrow chicks and the blue tit chicks. A veritable wildlife park.
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Post by felonious on Jun 19, 2016 14:53:07 GMT
I get followed around the garden by a robin. Last week I put the lawnmower away in the outhouse and was just about to close the door and put the padlock on an noticed the daft bugger had followed me in there
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 19, 2016 15:01:10 GMT
I get followed around the garden by a robin. Last week I put the lawnmower away in the outhouse and was just about to close the door and put the padlock on an noticed the daft bugger had followed me in there Practically friends for life when you get one doing that. I had something similar. Almost, almost had it eating from my hand. Incredible.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 19, 2016 15:38:30 GMT
I managed to keep the cat away from one of the fledgling swallows yesterday but it didn't survive the day stone cold on the path under the nest last night. Smaller than the others so I think it had been kicked out.
Can't remember how many times I've got rid of the magpies and squirrels this week, I'm sure the latter was after the house sparrow chicks and the blue tit chicks. Nest boxes or natural nests mate? On the robin point, fascinating creatures. Five years ago a pair nested in the smoking shelter of the local boozer. It's effectively a large conservatory with a woodburner. The robins nested behind a drain pipe by the doorway just above head height. They produced two or three broods a year for three years, skipped last year completely. They've fledged one brood so far this year, just before these recent downpours. Amongst the fog and fun of the smoking zone they've fledged 25 chicks over the five years, largely predator free. They're so industrious when the chicks hatch, non stop flies, bugs and grubs {and mealworms}. Still not sure if it's the same pair, or the fact that they missed last year means this is a fresh pairing. (one brood was ringed two years ago, but neither of these birds had rings. I've read that they don't live much longer than three years in the wild, some migrate, these birds could winter in France. It would have been interesting to do a proper study, ring all the fledglings and see where they go etc. One thing for sure this pair were the bravest and most antagonistic, attacked several revellers. Marvellous to watch the mother entice the fledgers out when it's time.
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Post by brilittle on Jun 19, 2016 16:15:03 GMT
I managed to keep the cat away from one of the fledgling swallows yesterday but it didn't survive the day stone cold on the path under the nest last night. Smaller than the others so I think it had been kicked out.
Can't remember how many times I've got rid of the magpies and squirrels this week, I'm sure the latter was after the house sparrow chicks and the blue tit chicks. Nest boxes or natural nests mate? On the robin point, fascinating creatures. Five years ago a pair nested in the smoking shelter of the local boozer. It's effectively a large conservatory with a woodburner. The robins nested behind a drain pipe by the doorway just above head height. They produced two or three broods a year for three years, skipped last year completely. They've fledged one brood so far this year, just before these recent downpours. Amongst the fog and fun of the smoking zone they've fledged 25 chicks over the five years, largely predator free. They're so industrious when the chicks hatch, non stop flies, bugs and grubs {and mealworms}. Still not sure if it's the same pair, or the fact that they missed last year means this is a fresh pairing. (one brood was ringed two years ago, but neither of these birds had rings. I've read that they don't live much longer than three years in the wild, some migrate, these birds could winter in France. It would have been interesting to do a proper study, ring all the fledglings and see where they go etc. One thing for sure this pair were the bravest and most antagonistic, attacked several revellers. Marvellous to watch the mother entice the fledgers out when it's time. A Robin story......... Ace. Not so fluffy those fuckers though, two males will fight to the death. Heard a tale once how Robins on the continent are rarely seen, a very skittish bird in comparason to our native lot.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 19, 2016 16:30:59 GMT
Nest boxes or natural nests mate? On the robin point, fascinating creatures. Five years ago a pair nested in the smoking shelter of the local boozer. It's effectively a large conservatory with a woodburner. The robins nested behind a drain pipe by the doorway just above head height. They produced two or three broods a year for three years, skipped last year completely. They've fledged one brood so far this year, just before these recent downpours. Amongst the fog and fun of the smoking zone they've fledged 25 chicks over the five years, largely predator free. They're so industrious when the chicks hatch, non stop flies, bugs and grubs {and mealworms}. Still not sure if it's the same pair, or the fact that they missed last year means this is a fresh pairing. (one brood was ringed two years ago, but neither of these birds had rings. I've read that they don't live much longer than three years in the wild, some migrate, these birds could winter in France. It would have been interesting to do a proper study, ring all the fledglings and see where they go etc. One thing for sure this pair were the bravest and most antagonistic, attacked several revellers. Marvellous to watch the mother entice the fledgers out when it's time. A Robin story......... Ace. Not so fluffy those fuckers though, two males will fight to the death. Heard a tale once how Robins on the continent are rarely seen, a very skittish bird in comparason to our native lot. Oh yes they're certainly fiesty. Saw them successfully repel a 6'4" bloke, they go for the eyes. I remember a nature programme years ago in which a young lad studied robins in his garden, one of the first to recognise their fierce territorialism. Not sure how they behave abroad. I only recently learnt about their migratory nature. Apparently a proportion migrate south- those that winter here fly down from Scandanavia/Baltics. Those who breed here in spring/summer over winter in Southern England/France. Dunno.
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Post by brilittle on Jun 19, 2016 17:03:45 GMT
A Robin story......... Ace. Not so fluffy those fuckers though, two males will fight to the death. Heard a tale once how Robins on the continent are rarely seen, a very skittish bird in comparason to our native lot. Oh yes they're certainly fiesty. Saw them successfully repel a 6'4" bloke, they go for the eyes. I remember a nature programme years ago in which a young lad studied robins in his garden, one of the first to recognise their fierce territorialism. Not sure how they behave abroad. I only recently learnt about their migratory nature. Apparently a proportion migrate south- those that winter here fly down from Scandanavia/Baltics. Those who breed here in spring/summer over winter in Southern England/France. Dunno. Had to look it up, from Wiki: "Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary" "They will attack other males that stray into their territories, and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. Such attacks sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas".
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 19, 2016 17:10:53 GMT
Oh yes they're certainly fiesty. Saw them successfully repel a 6'4" bloke, they go for the eyes. I remember a nature programme years ago in which a young lad studied robins in his garden, one of the first to recognise their fierce territorialism. Not sure how they behave abroad. I only recently learnt about their migratory nature. Apparently a proportion migrate south- those that winter here fly down from Scandanavia/Baltics. Those who breed here in spring/summer over winter in Southern England/France. Dunno. Had to look it up, from Wiki: "Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary" "They will attack other males that stray into their territories, and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. Such attacks sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas". Cheers, interesting. Amongst their many qualities they also seem to be able to adapt their behaviour {geographically} in response to threat then. A bit mind-boggling.
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Post by felonious on Jun 19, 2016 18:13:38 GMT
I managed to keep the cat away from one of the fledgling swallows yesterday but it didn't survive the day stone cold on the path under the nest last night. Smaller than the others so I think it had been kicked out.
Can't remember how many times I've got rid of the magpies and squirrels this week, I'm sure the latter was after the house sparrow chicks and the blue tit chicks. Nest boxes or natural nests mate? On the robin point, fascinating creatures. Five years ago a pair nested in the smoking shelter of the local boozer. It's effectively a large conservatory with a woodburner. The robins nested behind a drain pipe by the doorway just above head height. They produced two or three broods a year for three years, skipped last year completely. They've fledged one brood so far this year, just before these recent downpours. Amongst the fog and fun of the smoking zone they've fledged 25 chicks over the five years, largely predator free. They're so industrious when the chicks hatch, non stop flies, bugs and grubs {and mealworms}. Still not sure if it's the same pair, or the fact that they missed last year means this is a fresh pairing. (one brood was ringed two years ago, but neither of these birds had rings. I've read that they don't live much longer than three years in the wild, some migrate, these birds could winter in France. It would have been interesting to do a proper study, ring all the fledglings and see where they go etc. One thing for sure this pair were the bravest and most antagonistic, attacked several revellers. Marvellous to watch the mother entice the fledgers out when it's time. Surely it wouldn't have been too difficult the amount of time you spend down there
I've got an old water pump in the middle of the yard with a blue tits nest. There was no good reason for the squirrel to be on top of it apart from what was inside. The house sparrows are nesting under the eaves of the outhouse and the squirrel was going along the drainpipe with the parents jumping on the tiles and screeching. I dropped a few pebbles onto the tiles and I haven't seen the squirrel since. The nesting box was occupied by great tits.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 19, 2016 18:27:11 GMT
Nest boxes or natural nests mate? On the robin point, fascinating creatures. Five years ago a pair nested in the smoking shelter of the local boozer. It's effectively a large conservatory with a woodburner. The robins nested behind a drain pipe by the doorway just above head height. They produced two or three broods a year for three years, skipped last year completely. They've fledged one brood so far this year, just before these recent downpours. Amongst the fog and fun of the smoking zone they've fledged 25 chicks over the five years, largely predator free. They're so industrious when the chicks hatch, non stop flies, bugs and grubs {and mealworms}. Still not sure if it's the same pair, or the fact that they missed last year means this is a fresh pairing. (one brood was ringed two years ago, but neither of these birds had rings. I've read that they don't live much longer than three years in the wild, some migrate, these birds could winter in France. It would have been interesting to do a proper study, ring all the fledglings and see where they go etc. One thing for sure this pair were the bravest and most antagonistic, attacked several revellers. Marvellous to watch the mother entice the fledgers out when it's time. Surely it wouldn't have been too difficult the amount of time you spend down there
I've got an old water pump in the middle of the yard with a blue tits nest. There was no good reason for the squirrel to be on top of it apart from what was inside. The house sparrows are nesting under the eaves of the outhouse and the squirrel was going along the drainpipe with the parents jumping on the tiles and screeching. I dropped a few pebbles onto the tiles and I haven't seen the squirrel since. The nesting box was occupied by great tits.
Veritable Uncle Remus. Yeah but didn't want to mess with them. Feared of disturbing them, frightening them off. Fascinating though. Nice to watch with a pint and a burn.
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Post by felonious on Jun 19, 2016 19:17:08 GMT
I'd forgotten about ten years ago the local robin used to come and perch on the open bedroom windows. We had a friend staying and she was terrified of birds. She was apoplectic when the bugger landed on the window
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Post by potterinleeds on Jun 23, 2016 9:26:07 GMT
Went out for a run about 7.30am this morning, and about half way round, found myself staring out across a drystone wall, beyond which was a field of nettles, long grass, yellow buttercups, cow parsley and purple wild foxgloves. In the middle distance, rich, green oak trees shimmered slightly in the early morning warmth, and sunlight caught West Yorkshire valley slopes. Overhead, a Red Kite was circling lazily. In the far distance, the hazy blue hills of Lancashire and North Yorkshire were just visible. It was the quintessential English summer landscape on a quintessentially English summer morning. It could only have been sweeter or fluffier if I was in Staffordshire. I should imagine that the canal cutting around Froghall, or the section near Sandon, are both absolutely magnificent at the moment.
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Post by Skankmonkey on Jun 23, 2016 11:24:16 GMT
Went out for a run about 7.30am this morning, and about half way round, found myself staring out across a drystone wall, beyond which was a field of nettles, long grass, yellow buttercups, cow parsley and purple wild foxgloves. In the middle distance, rich, green oak trees shimmered slightly in the early morning warmth, and sunlight caught West Yorkshire valley slopes. Overhead, a Red Kite was circling lazily. In the far distance, the hazy blue hills of Lancashire and North Yorkshire were just visible. It was the quintessential English summer landscape on a quintessentially English summer morning. It could only have been sweeter or fluffier if I was in Staffordshire. I should imagine that the canal cutting around Froghall, or the section near Sandon, are both absolutely magnificent at the moment. I like the Shropshire countryside along the Welsh border. Bishops Castle and all around there. A lot of atmospheric country and hidden valleys you could imagine a medieval Welsh raiding party holding up in. A lot of Briton/Welsh place names still as well.
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Jun 23, 2016 11:53:18 GMT
The Koreans love a nice sweet fluffy Puppy for dinner.
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Post by potterinleeds on Jun 23, 2016 12:08:50 GMT
Went out for a run about 7.30am this morning, and about half way round, found myself staring out across a drystone wall, beyond which was a field of nettles, long grass, yellow buttercups, cow parsley and purple wild foxgloves. In the middle distance, rich, green oak trees shimmered slightly in the early morning warmth, and sunlight caught West Yorkshire valley slopes. Overhead, a Red Kite was circling lazily. In the far distance, the hazy blue hills of Lancashire and North Yorkshire were just visible. It was the quintessential English summer landscape on a quintessentially English summer morning. It could only have been sweeter or fluffier if I was in Staffordshire. I should imagine that the canal cutting around Froghall, or the section near Sandon, are both absolutely magnificent at the moment. I like the Shropshire countryside along the Welsh border. Bishops Castle and all around there. A lot of atmospheric country and hidden valleys you could imagine a medieval Welsh raiding party holding up in. A lot of Briton/Welsh place names still as well. Totally agree, skankmonkey - I was lucky enough to work around there a lot in the late 1980s / early 1990s - Cardingmill valley, Clun and Bishops Castle. There was a really good pub in Bishops Castle (with its own brewery I think) but I can't remember the name. Also used to go drinking in Montgomery a lot too, just across the border.
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