A week ago one of the older ladies at the Computer Club gave me a 'book' she had written for me to read. It was all about her walking out of Burma with her brother during World War II as a 12 year old. She and her brother lived in (and off) the jungle for 6 months while they made their way on foot from Southern Burma to cross the border safely into India. It was an incredible story telling of their adventures and their brushes with the Japanese soldiers. She even collected the gold from the teeth of dead soldiers and kept the gold in a cigarette tin! I will spare you some of the details when it was either them or a Japanese soldier as to who would survive an attack.It is great to help people out with their pretty basic computer problems and I enjoy catching up with others there.
A great sunny day today and about 24 degrees. It was a great morning for a bike ride. The photo above left shows how the grass surrounding one of the pathways is getting a bit overgrown. We are heading into our wet warm season and the grass is starting to grow like crazy. Our estate is quickly drawing to a "Sold Out" stage. New pathways and walk bridges encourage everyone to walk or cycle for exercise. It is now easy to do a 10 kilometre ride here and not leave the estate.
We are entering magpie swooping season and both Trish and myself are very wary of magpies while riding our bikes! Magpies seem to take special delight in swooping cyclists, even more delight than swooping pedestrians! Any loud bird calls or a passing shadow glimpsed out the side of your eye generally causes both of us to flinch in preparation! We haven't had any problems yet, but we are both very wary! This photo was in the local newspaper earlier this week and shows just how vicious some of these rogue birds can be!Magpies are nesting at the moment and the males tend to swoop to protect their mate and the eggs or young.
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We have enough bothersome creatures over here, like rattlesnakes, skunks, coyotes, and such but at least no attack birds. With fall coming on, our trees are now full of grackles and they make a terrible squaking noise and drop poop everywhere. You don't dare sit under a tree.
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