The blue tit chicks that hatched a while back in the tree in the garden took their first trip out of the nest today. I'm not entirely sure it was voluntary though. One of them wound up sitting by itself on the lawn this morning.
Normally, the posse of farm cats that hang out around here would have made short work of it but as luck would have it, today was a good day for chicks. The chirpy little fellah got himself some rabbit muscle in the shape of Willow and Barley who sat a few feet away from him all day long until his Ma came to get him late this afternoon.
Bizarre to say the least.
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I started reading Daytripper this morning. I've not read an awful lot of it yet but even from the first thirty pages or so, I can tell that it's going to be one of the most important books I'll probably ever read. It does things from the very beginning that a graphic really shouldn't.
Anyway, I put it back down when I realised just how much attention I should be paying it and I'll make some time to give it the respect it so obviously deserves later in the week.
If nothing else, it's made me realise already that a graphic can be capable of so much more than I ever thought... and that's saying something believe me.
Time for a serious rethink.
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Meanwhile, I've been burning the midnight oil night after night here, not working but ploughing through season two of Carnivale. Why is it all the great shows get taken off air before they've had a chance to finish telling their story properly, but the shows that are full of holes and written by amateurs get to run for years on end?
I'm about three episodes from the end. Carnivale, I shall be sad to see thee finish.
And while we're talking TV, Supernatural reached its double episode season finale this week showing the world that there was good reason to keep the show running, Sherlock won a well deserved award yesterday and even more importantly so did The Killing even though those reporting from the BAFTAs saw fit to leave that out. On what grounds, I'm not sure. Maybe just in the grounds that they're shit reporters.
These are good days for TV - and good days for me!
Note to self. Stop watching so much TV and get your script finished so you can join in on the festivities next year.
