tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post3758578196000095590..comments2023-10-24T14:51:45.756+02:00Comments on Bloggertropolis: Red FeathersStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-11650091168160374452012-07-01T20:08:20.661+02:002012-07-01T20:08:20.661+02:00Keith: the one I saw was giving me "for God&#...Keith: the one I saw was giving me "for God's sake, help me" eyes. They are hard to forget.<br /><br />John: nooooo! I think I'm gonna... eeuuurgh!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-85954251606197928032012-07-01T19:14:10.207+02:002012-07-01T19:14:10.207+02:00oh dear.... generally because their spacial awaren...oh dear.... generally because their spacial awareness is so acute, these birds tend to have the ability to escape most man made threats...<br />they always seem to leave flying away right at the very last minute dont they?<br />in my experience frogs make for a bigger "popping" sound when you stand on them without shoes on!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-71327224687158191002012-07-01T19:06:13.262+02:002012-07-01T19:06:13.262+02:00I have seen this too. It was a sight that will eve...I have seen this too. It was a sight that will ever leave my mind. The bewilderment on the pidgeon's face as it tried to work out what was happening just before it went pop !Keithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070505642533336362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-88044106158300971742012-07-01T09:27:22.016+02:002012-07-01T09:27:22.016+02:00Katriina: my only hope is that the shock releases ...Katriina: my only hope is that the shock releases natural painkillers into their systems so that they don't feel any pain before they cark it.<br /><br />Amanda: I would hope, being ducks, that they were taken to a vet and treated (if possible). Sadly pigeons are pretty well seen as flying vermin and no one much cares if there is an unofficial "cull by road traffic accident".<br /><br />TimeWarden: he must be busting for the loo. Let him in and you may find you both get some peace.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-74235391120860828402012-07-01T08:38:21.558+02:002012-07-01T08:38:21.558+02:00I've got a damned magpie keeps banging its hea...I've got a damned magpie keeps banging its head on my bedroom window, early in the morning... any suggestions? I didn't know I was so popular with the birds!TimeWardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06853837867256272087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-43499591840670363692012-07-01T08:26:11.699+02:002012-07-01T08:26:11.699+02:00This post remineded me that awhile ago now I was d...This post remineded me that awhile ago now I was driving along and across the road was a duck, flapping about and tugging on something which as I got closer turned out to be another duck which had obviously been clipped by a car too; I assume the duck's partner was the one trying to drag him/her to the safety of the river. All these cars were slwoing down and a couple stopped and set off after the ducks...the lights changed and I have no idea what happened. :-)The Sagittarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05513045101496737031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-16230090710111821132012-07-01T06:32:58.811+02:002012-07-01T06:32:58.811+02:00In the Helsinki city centre once I saw a squirrel ...In the Helsinki city centre once I saw a squirrel run under a tram. The sound, as for your poor pop art pigeon, was hideous. Its back legs were crushed and the horrible thing was that, briefly, it was still alive and trying to run away before it expired. I felt absolutely awful for its pain & terror and for being unable to save it.Katriinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403719183047819222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-45838220168154469562012-06-30T23:00:37.273+02:002012-06-30T23:00:37.273+02:00Suburbia: if you catch them right they tend to squ...Suburbia: if you catch them right they tend to squish as well.<br /><br />Nana Go-Go: well, if it's any consolation there is a pigeon's worth less guano on your car tonight. *sniff*Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-67532067426010000682012-06-30T22:42:49.452+02:002012-06-30T22:42:49.452+02:00If it'd been a wood pigeon, my Grandmother wou...If it'd been a wood pigeon, my Grandmother would have popped it into a pot and made a stew from it....yummy!I'm rather averse to pigeons at the mo.....they're eating my home-grown veg plants and making a real mess of my washing when they sit in the tree above the line and cascade their filth downwards and also my car is under attack from their disgusting droppings too. Sorry if that seems rather militant under the circumstances but I'm descended from Vikings....what do you expect?! Have a good weekend, Sunny Jim :)Between Me and Youhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04863155145862706966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-59151808227279249322012-06-30T22:37:14.513+02:002012-06-30T22:37:14.513+02:00Do you know? I really wish I didn't know they ...Do you know? I really wish I didn't know they popped!Suburbiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352465945711496612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-5452537140013060242012-06-30T22:04:08.544+02:002012-06-30T22:04:08.544+02:00Trish: flattery will get you everywhere. Thank you...Trish: flattery will get you everywhere. Thank you!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-23162361112467292202012-06-30T21:59:46.027+02:002012-06-30T21:59:46.027+02:00Blimey, you're good at poetry! 'Popped lik...Blimey, you're good at poetry! 'Popped like a paper bag obese with breath between a clap sandwich' - love that.Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119443727504215312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-44974448422875319772012-06-30T21:12:18.305+02:002012-06-30T21:12:18.305+02:00Rol: they have fleas as well, you know. That aside...Rol: they have fleas as well, you know. That aside you and Louise are my kind of people and I salute your nature loving efforts to keep this planet healthily bio-diverse.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-55864002438547660402012-06-30T20:21:20.316+02:002012-06-30T20:21:20.316+02:00Louise made me stop the car the other night so she...Louise made me stop the car the other night so she could shepherd a hedgehog across the road to prevent it getting squished by some less vigilant driver. It wouldn't go, so she had to pick it up. Then she complained about how prickly it was. Bloody ungrateful hedgepig!Rolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02103804480646939038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-83206259644951041862012-06-30T16:27:14.637+02:002012-06-30T16:27:14.637+02:00Being Me: as long as you avoid me I don't care...Being Me: as long as you avoid me I don't care about the rest. It's a question of priority.<br /><br />Expat mum: euw! Roadkill is not pretty. Especially when it's road-not-quite-killed.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-65755772235254221652012-06-30T16:07:34.973+02:002012-06-30T16:07:34.973+02:00I'm glad someone finished the job, poor thing....I'm glad someone finished the job, poor thing. I saw one the other day and its whole back end was squashed; it kept trying to get up, or at least its head kept straining forward. I still see the image in my head!<br />nice poem BTW.Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-27337511452516925502012-06-30T14:27:03.250+02:002012-06-30T14:27:03.250+02:00No, you mean I'm the kind of driver you DON...No, you mean I'm the kind of driver you DON'T like. I am a danger. I'm a swerver. I shouldn't be on the roads avoiding innocent (potential) roadkill like pigeons. Or Steves.Being Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08600427311498297800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-87365914550918114252012-06-30T13:16:41.728+02:002012-06-30T13:16:41.728+02:00Being Me: you are the kind of driver I like. The k...Being Me: you are the kind of driver I like. The kind who would have swerved to avoid me should I have leapt out into the road to shield the pigeon from harm with my own frail body. Please drive around Leamington Spa forthwith.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-35389266452048850592012-06-30T12:54:52.593+02:002012-06-30T12:54:52.593+02:00Won't somebody think of the pigeo.... oh. You ...Won't somebody think of the pigeo.... oh. You have.<br /><br />I almost gave myself whiplash today braking hard to avoid hitting a magpie who ran-jumped across my car's path and I thought the same thing: "Why run when you can fly?" Bloody idjit birds. But I still never want to hit them.Being Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08600427311498297800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-52080759133666776582012-06-30T12:50:27.791+02:002012-06-30T12:50:27.791+02:00Hannah: it was certainly a non-great end to a non-...Hannah: it was certainly a non-great end to a non-great day.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-25534903453032741132012-06-30T12:40:44.267+02:002012-06-30T12:40:44.267+02:00Oh Steve, how dreary a story! Makes you feel for t...Oh Steve, how dreary a story! Makes you feel for the poor pigeon! And you of course for the experience! xAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09894458424175347031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-18754319091039871332012-06-30T12:11:17.362+02:002012-06-30T12:11:17.362+02:00Gorilla Bananas: The Wild Bunch would have been my...Gorilla Bananas: The Wild Bunch would have been my Western of choice followed by True Grit and The Big Country. I daresay I would have been somebody's sidekick in any of those.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-29929288877039300342012-06-30T12:08:12.873+02:002012-06-30T12:08:12.873+02:00Well, that's not a bad poem by any means, even...Well, that's not a bad poem by any means, even if you were picking at a corpse like a vulture. I like the references to the American Western: were you a fan of <i>Bonanza</i> or <i>The High Chaparral</i>? I would have cast you as Hopalong Cassidy's Limey sidekick.Gorilla Bananashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044093013423635830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-57688276487335600432012-06-30T11:38:57.625+02:002012-06-30T11:38:57.625+02:00Libby: I have to say I didn't get close enough...Libby: I have to say I didn't get close enough to take the smell test.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-68431920601465686002012-06-30T11:02:46.581+02:002012-06-30T11:02:46.581+02:00Yep...there is a pop....and feathers...and a smell...Yep...there is a pop....and feathers...and a smell......eeeeegh.libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.com