Karly (Nice handle at the bottom of your recent posts, by the way)
Eeerrrrr ........ errr... eeeerrrrr ... :shrug:
That would be a cheque, please. Don't rush or anything. I am good at waiting.
I'm sure i'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams in no time.
Glad you stopped the twig tapping. In my opinion, which is based on a deep and extensive knowledge of no things beaky, the bottom you 'eyeballed' was that of the Greater spotted buttock twitcher.
I should warn you that to poke ones head out directly below these crotchety creatures 'en-twitch', so to speak, can cause terrible conjunctivitis. Indeed, it is a truly dangerous activity which often results in a type of crusty white exudate forming suddenly around the eyes, nose, or even worse - the mouth.
In the event of the mouth being affected, the afflicted can find themselves suddenly withdrawing from their ill-advised position, taking on quite demented looking contorted facial expressions whilst running, oblivious to their surroundings, towards ANY form of water. (Do not speak Karly - it is not a good form of water and no it will not work as a cure!!!) All this whilst retching and spluttering incoherent words like 'ick', 'ick', 'am' 'gong' 'be' 'ick'.
A very sad and debilitating condition.
It took me years to get over an episode of Doctor Who when i was a child. The episode had giant flourescent green slimy maggots in it. I was about 9 when i saw it. Anyway, I think i got over it when i was about 21.
Many thanks to my new irrational fear of slugs on steroids. Most appreciated. I haven't had any good nightmare material for years. :rotfl: