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Ned Wynn. Writing about birds. In the Bulletin.
These books seem like the antidote to Simon Barnes’ volume, which I mistakenly bought last year.
Posted by chinesearithmetic on 2006 04 20 at 02:21 PM • permalinkFavorite bird call: blue jays in the autumn woods.
Favorite birds to watch: crows behind the local MacDonalds.
Favorite bird to shoot if I had a gun while wanting to eat a taco at Disneyworld: big, fat, white ibises that like to hop on top of the outdoor table with their pink, greasy feet, peck for leftover pieces of lettuce, and leave deposits—- on top of the table.
I have, what did I call it, Intelligent Bicyclist’s Guide to Loud Bird Songs of Central Ohio…
Loudest birds I encountered while growing up were two jets that flew over our farm at tree-top level. According to their contrails, one of them had to pull up to get over the persimmon trees by the front pond.
Posted by Rob Crawford on 2006 04 20 at 03:53 PM • permalinkWe learn of a gut-churning medicine made in Borneo by pickling coucal chicks in brandy
Now thats a bird book I can use!
Posted by Stop Continental Drift! on 2006 04 20 at 07:35 PM • permalinkI dunno, I always thought CIA agents were that way. ;-P
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2006 04 20 at 08:01 PM • permalinkNot sure. Possibly on a mission for Karl. Or maybe he finally scored with Hayley Mills and he doesn’t want to share the salacious details. Then again, maybe his shacking up with Hayley is a mission for Karl. In some twisted rightwing death beasty way.
Then again, maybe he stole Tim Blair’s Sumerian mead (remember, he was at that debauchery of a party when Tim was away) and he’s simply been shut up, keeping quiet, and swilling away. Boy, I know I would.
Posted by wronwright on 2006 04 20 at 09:55 PM • permalinkRob Crawford — Loudest birds I ever heard were Skyhawks on final into Mitchell Field…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2006 04 20 at 11:51 PM • permalink#13 richard.
You haven’t heard the lady Collingwood supporters at Aussie Rules matches have you?
Posted by Stop Continental Drift! on 2006 04 21 at 04:27 AM • permalinkI can see, by the decidedly mixed reviews here - and more non-sequiters than I can shake a jar full of brandied coucals at - that I need to restore my good name(s). Just because I haven’t got here yet to defend my brilliant writing doesn’t mean you can all take pot shots at me (mcenroe, wronwright, why are you allowing this to go on, and what the heck has the CIA got to do with anything?). I have my pride. Or is it that many of you don’t know that ekw is my nom be rightwing deathbeast?
Now that I have shown up, I do hope that someone will say, Hey, that’s good old ekw! Well, done, old sock, well done! And offer me that Sumerian crankcase oil that is being passed off as genuine mead. At least PW had the good grace to acknowledge my effort.
And thanks, Tim. I’m honored to be spotlighted. As someone here alluded, I’ve been out of print so long, I thought I was dead!
Ned
Or is it that many of you don’t know that ekw is my nom be rightwing deathbeast?
I didn’t.
I need to restore my good name(s).
Hey, buddy, join the queue.
And offer me that Sumerian crankcase oil that is being passed off as genuine mead.
Splutter… cough… say what? It’s not the top shelf stuff?
I’ve been out of print so long, I thought I was dead!
Most of us on this blog are dead (at least above the shoulders), so don’t let that concern you.
Posted by Stop Continental Drift! on 2006 04 21 at 06:19 AM • permalinkHoo, boy. Complaining about not getting respect as a writer and I make a typo. It is, of course, nom de right-wing deathbeast.
(Continental: some do know it, like Tim and wronwright and some others keen to see me hanging from the rafters again at one of our swanky buy-two-meads-get-one-free nights. That’s when I break out my Hayley Mills stories)
7 PW
Where’d Ned go, anyway? He hasn’t commented here in a while, has he…
Yeah, Sortelli too. What’s up with that?
Hey wait! Here’s ekw now! Whew!Posted by Stoop Davy Dave on 2006 04 21 at 09:14 AM • permalinkYay! ekw hath commented!
So…..got any more good
birdchick stories?Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2006 04 21 at 11:58 AM • permalinkGood to see you again ekw. But please behave yourself this time. The cost of repairing the damage to Tim’s house was exhorbitant. Thank goodness I was able to bill most of it to Webdiary as a font charge.
Posted by wronwright on 2006 04 21 at 01:09 PM • permalinkI didn’t realize until just now that Tim, bless his shiny hide, set me up. By tossing me into the group like that, people began looking for something that was wrong with me when clearly, there’s nothing wrong with me at all. I’m pretty near to perfect. But Winger, and others who know me not, were looking for a political angle. Why did Tim put this guy up to us? Just for his bird book reviews? Is he some kind of leftwing jerk? What’s the angle? Thank goodness for Stoop Dave and wronwright (though God knows where some other friends are like nilknarf arbed and RebeccaH seems to have forgotten our secret tryst at the party wronwright is alluding to or is pretending not to remember it (“Oh, I was sooo drunk…Did we…I mean, did we…do…y’know…it?”); yeah, Rebecca, we…did. I was the guy on the John Howard mask. Oh, no. Wait. That was John Howard.
Thank goodness for Stoop Dave and wronwright
Now there’s a sequence of words that’s mighty seldom seen.
Posted by Stoop Davy Dave on 2006 04 21 at 02:10 PM • permalinkOhmigod, Rebecca…I didn’t think you remembered that. Especially since I kept all the money. But, hell, it was fun. For me. And it paid my way to Oregon to see a buddy in Eugene. Do you, by any chance, ermmm, have the pictures that wronwright took? Don’t you think we should get them out of his hands before he puts them up on his website?
I gave those pictures to Mary Mape. My god, a pyramid ekw?
Posted by wronwright on 2006 04 21 at 08:36 PM • permalinkRespected me? I walked by you and some of the other babes the next day and you all suddenly shut up and looked at me, and when I passed you burst out laughing. Of course, you could have been bragging about having a one-off with the very ne plus ultra of sex, wit, and urbanity. Yes. That’s got to be it. That’s why your pals were on the ground holding their sides. You must have told them one of my many witticisms or bons mots and they just collapsed in appreciation. Well, too right. Thanks, doll.
ekw - LIAR - it was NOT your first time in public! You say that to ALL the gels. (Tosses long tresses over shoulder.)
Very much enjoyed your Bulletin book review, and it was good of Tim to draw it to our attention. I can’t have been the only one who has long been wondering “whatever happened to Ned”.
I was going to drop you a note on your “space” thing a few weeks ago, but you have to have a login & stuff. Grrrr. Then I remembered a few days ago that I have you mail address. Do’h.
Ck, I see that I finally drew you out. Thank you so much for the kind words about my review. Everyone else has totally ignored that aspect and jumped on me about this silly indiscretion at Tim’s. I mean, well, that is to say, two indiscretions possibly. Public ones. But it was that rotgut mead mixed with some blue stuff that came in an odd looking leather sack that was to blame.
Do you still have my email?
Ned
ekw… you know, of course, that “ne plus ultra” is Latin for “hmmm… isn’t there anything more…”
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2006 04 22 at 11:18 AM • permalink
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I have, what did I call it, Intelligent Bicyclist’s Guide to Loud Bird Songs of Central Ohio way down the page at http://home.att.net/~rhhardin/index.html
There’s no need to look at birds at all. You can hear them fine, and moreover do it while doing something else.
Take an IC recorder along so you can find identify the song later at home, and, who knows, start your own web page.
Birds that are not loud aren’t worth anything.