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Outlaw Pete

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  1. Been f**king strange for donkeys years now, Jigs! Ye should see my psychiatric reports! Fact remains though; Open that link and just stare at the page? Nothing's gonna happen. There's none of this in ye face gratification for dribblers. This isn't one of Xtians threads Personally? I think what they've done there is pretty f**king awesome! It works with everything I threw at it. Ooh! Must try the BTO Ringers pages!
  2. None of that seemed to go down too well with those interviewed, did it? Hardly f**king surprising either. Frankly? If anyone asked me to travel like that, for what? Twice a year sessions of having ye mind put through the food processor? No F**king Way! That sort of stress alone could f**king near destroy a guy. And for what? F**k that! I don't know what the answer is. (Answers are) I dare say not every sufferer feels the same. So, there's no one size fits all remedy. I just know that I read that article all the way through. Found it Extremely uncomfortable going, quite hone
  3. Well; That's me green with envy, anyway!
  4. White Spirit! Brilliant. Cheers, Paul. I knew there was something else I needed to put on my list for town. Woodpigeon? Absolutely f**king top of my list, mate! I'm gagging to find them! God, how I want to ring me some baby woodies! Rocking horse, round here! No cereal crops, see? What an excellent thing it must be, to have one that tame. You lucky, Lucky man!
  5. Having a sneaky look round Noel's main farm yard. The one up on the road. Just keeping an eye on shit and seeing how anything might be doing. Lovely little discovery! I've found an east facing shed wall. It's about twelve foot high. Recessed back into a main shed. Right at the back of everything. About twenty foot across? I've looked at it. Squinted. Weighed it up. So, we've got this hidden, east facing, dark gray wall, eh? Bolt threads sticking out near the top run. Where two sheets have been put together. Sucks gums ..... Cracked it! Get my ladder up there and measure those b
  6. Err ..... That Was a Huge dose of irony laced sarcasm. Yeah? I mean; You read the article. Yes?
  7. Isn't Lloyds run by that notorious family of Welsh Jews ....? <sniggers>
  8. Here. If just one f**king person reads that shit, and gets a clue from it what's going on? That'll be cool.
  9. Yeah. Granted. It doesn't have big pictures to look at. Ye actually have to read a little bit. So, I can see why it's bamboozled this board.
  10. So, of course, this never really happened! I'll just f**kin make it up then. I'd just decide to take a stroll up to the road. See if a couple boxes of starling chicks were ready to ring yet. Note; Starlings. Again. Already done them, look. So no need to take the f**king camera!!! There I am then, bowling down the road. Singing away to myself. Not a care in the world. When I say to myself; " Oh. Look at the mink! " Because, just ahead of me, on the road, is what appears to be a mink. And it's running around with a black f**king ball rolling behind it?! I'm like; The f**k?
  11. Just absolutely f**king brilliant! Is There a more delightful stage in the development of a young bird?
  12. Wild ones live an average of Two Years! Anyone ever tries to have a pop at natives in aviculture? Shove That one up their arses!
  13. Pull a nitrile on, Socks. See what the do gooder has to say then!
  14. LPD; As I'm impressing on my cattle raising neighbours: Starlings feed their young, virtually exclusively, on the larvae of crane flys. " Leather Jackets ". And Those f**kers live beneath the ground, eating Grass from underneath! The more starlings we can encourage, the better the pastures. That aside? I just like starlings. They've always been around me and, now? They're quite my little mates. I have thirty boxes out for them now. Ten, in three different locations. Now, I want a word with Noel. I've realised how his disused, dutch barn, up on the road will be perfect for ten more.
  15. Okay. You're either living on the moon then, or ye've simply tried the wrong sorts of box for your situation. It's probably just slipped over the time to get takers now. But, nothing's hewn in stone, in this game. I can virtually guarantee ye occupants for next season though. I just need an idea of ye environment and to advise ye about the boxes. Anyone wanting to hear more about nest boxes can join the Yahoo Group, Nest Boxes. Nest Boxes are another facet of my passion. I make so many that the bloke who owns the yard in town asked me who was paying for all the wood I'm constan
  16. I very well remember, when they got up to 7d each, I thought that must surely signify the end of the world as we knew it! Absolutely ridiculous load of money!
  17. Starling. Great Tit. Blue Tit. Magpie. Possibly a Canary ....? Kingfisher. Don't know what that is, above the maggies head. Can't even tell if it's a bird or a wood mouse. Squirrel's faded to all hell. In a strange pose too. But, that could be worked around. What's it worth? Dunno. I don't recognise the style ~ and that's pretty idiosyncratic, to be honest with ye. Noticeable. Is there a label on the back, or anything inside the case? On the face of it? What I'd do is break it up. Put each, individual bird on the bay and give them my silver tongued sales pitch (I could sell a glass of
  18. That's a bugger, isn't it, Gnash? I had to shake hands with one, just the other week. Not natural, is it? I just tend to go for the instinctive, short, firm, 'Half Squeeze'. Enough of a full and firm grasp of their hand to let them know you're 'shaking hands'. Not just resting ye limp fingers on their hand. But, I back off at about half the natural pressure I exert ~ and I never try to crush anyones hand anyway. (I've been gripped by some right f**king tree stranglers. Actually been put out of operation for a day or two by one c***! Lovely bloke. Just too fond of the gym and genuinely
  19. It's actually not a million miles removed from ringing nestling starlings .....
  20. Andy; I have / had (?) a photo. I'm not at liberty to show it as it's not mine and the person who showed me asked me not to publish it, as it wasn't there's either. But, for what it's worth? I can tell you that it depicted an Eagle Owl 'decoy' ~ ye know the big, plastic things? Sat behind the biggest pile of fresh, dead, carrion crows I have ever seen in my life! A side be side 12 bore rested on the heap. That's all I know. Sorry I can't help ye with more specific information. Like how the shooter hid himself. Did he use a call. Whatever. I simply don't know myself. But, there
  21. Rob; I swear to god, mate; I haven't got a square inch to put the bugger, if I had him! In fact, I'm just thinking how I'll need to put a little shelf up, for this bloody rat that no bugger's come up with for me yet. Tell ye what though? The good burghers of the town like to, every few years, put fresh ducks on the river. Naturally, these poor sods last a week or two, before the next mink wipes them out. I told them I'd protect their ducks, if they'd protect me from having my skin sued off, the moment some inquisitive kiddie sticks his hand in my f**king trap! I said I needed one of th
  22. I f**king Love this bit! My starling boxes are starting to produce again. This is when the C Rings start stripping off the strings like shit off a hot shovel! And I f**king Love it! I can put up with all the up and down ladders, which I often enough have to carry a fair old distance I ignore the appalling f**king stench that emanates from these warm, sweaty boxes. I don't even care that the little f**kers shit all over me! Just holding their hot little bodies and trying to get All those rings out there? It's f**king great! Highlight of my entire year, to be honest
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