Hi Jason,
having had a pretty lunatic life I suppose it gets into the bones!
I have just discovered yet another super(?) minor power - although I am not sure that I can really claim it - other than possibly being part of the creation.
I can stuff up Nature in 2-seconds flat!
We here so many people extolling on the beauty and efficiency of Nature, that it must be me that is affecting it. Consider this:
1) Birds are designed to make nests - right? Well, our buggers can't. What they can make is a hell of a mess. It is quite extraordinary to watch the little perishers (especially pigeons) go through the motions of making a nest on the support posts which Blind Freddie can see won't work, and then watch with heads on one side as the whole lot tumbles to the ground. Not once - not twice - but repeatedly.
Swallows nest in our barn and fly in and out - and wallop into the house windows all the time. Fortunately they don't kill themselves, but there are enough of them wandering about the garden with rotten headaches wondering why the air suddenly became solid. and they don't learn! Even Scruff (the cat) is bemused by their activities. Mind you he's bemused by everything so that's no measure.
2 - Cats cannot fly or catch frogs.
Scruff - our mouse-murderer goes out at night to enjoy his depredations and we ask no questions - as we don't want to hear about them. However on the past two nights his enthusiasms (Spring?) have got the better of him he has proved to be a total Wally in his hunting. First is his launching himself after a family of bats that come to the garden at evensong. He is totally and correctly mocked for his efforts.
However reasonable this appears to be, catching frogs would surely be in his purview and abilities? Nope.
Last night, he was in my arms ready for departure when as I opened the door he flew out toward the pond - obviously spotting a frog. Now none of your actual hunting techniques we hear about - just a mad chase and launch (again).
Ever heard a cat yell 'sh.............t!!!'? Well I swear I did, as he realised - in mid-air, that his trajectory was going to land him in the middle of the pond. Which it did - splash!
Now the only thing to his credit was how fast he came out again - and that WAS impressive!
Now is it them or is it me - as I don't see or hear of this applied lunacy anywhere else?
OK The Sun is now very definitely over the yard-arm, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed is back in the house, the Sun is shining - and guess what - yep - it is getting dangerously low again!
Cheers,
Norm
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