tatjna (tatjna) wrote,

The Biiiirrrrdss!!!! and other flights of fancy

Last night I went to the library and cleaned out the shelves of anything useful I could find on settler societies. While I was there, I was approached by a dewy-eyed young chap who wanted to know how to find a book on the shelves. He'd found it in the catalogue, but couldn't translate the information to actually finding the book. Turns out he had an essay due in a week and hadn't even started. And from what I gathered, it was the first time he'd tried to find a book in the library. The weird thing was, he'd already finished one course in film studies... do film students not have to read?

Anyway, I helped him find his book and he was very grateful. And all dewy-eyed and young. I had to resist patting him on the bottom as he went on his way.

I am an old perv. And probably a patronising one at that.

You let your dog off in the morning and she pokes her nose out the door, her ears flap so hard they hum, and she reverses hastily back inside and buries herself in the straw.

First understands about discretion being the better part of valour methinks.

In contrast to that, yesterday I heard the magpies singing in the pine trees for the first time since about April. This morning, there was a gathering of blackbirds on the driveway. There must have been four and twenty of them, at least. It appeared there were other birds there too, similar in size to the blackbirds but a brownish-grey in colour.

*goes to look them up*

OK, turns out they were most likely female blackbirds:

So. It was an orgy of some description. Or maybe a dance, although if it was, they weren't being proper kiwis - they were all mingled together, not girls lined up on one side and boys on the other, which is the correct decorum for dances in New Zealand. *tut tuts*

It seems that in the space of a couple of days, the birds have decided it's spring. This despite the howling southerly, the flooding on the roads and the First-O-Meter reading sub-zero.

(seriously, she hasn't started shedding yet - she has started scratting though, which indicates that the fluff onslaught is close to starting)

Traditionally, July is the coldest, ickiest month and it's certainly lived up to its reputation this year. August, if the pattern follows, should be more settled, and then September's likely to be wet and windy, but it should be warming up by then. And none too soon, either.

I'm finding it a bit difficult to concentrate today, because it sounds like there's a sheet of corrugated iron flapping on the roof. Hmm. I wonder if they'd let me go home for a nap if the roof blows off?

Also, a big shout out to Polly and Mike today, because you guys are awesome.

Finally, I have to define what a settler society is. My foray into the reference section of the library revealed 12 copies of the Qur'an, loads of bibles, encyclopaedias, dictionaries, thesauruses (thesauri?) and whatnot, but nary a definition for settler society. Stink. Now I actually have to use my brain. Here's how I plan to reference it:

Allison, W (2008) Settler Societies Defined in "Common Sense Definitions For When The Library Lets You Down And You Have To Write An Essay" (Allison, Weston and Lind, eds) Imagination Press: Wellington.

I wonder if they'd notice?
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