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Don’t Look Back, Them (1965)Them, a garage-rock/blues band from Belfast, Northern Ireland, formed in April 1964 and had major hits the following year. George Ivan “Van” Morrison went solo in 1966; the band scored more hits and continued to record and perform into the 1970s.

Ka  ala.

Floor wax.

Guts & Butts.

Here come the Joros.

A McDonald’s secret.

Gonna be a long game.

Over the face and down the throat.

The Two Minutes Hate in the Dawning Age.

Everyone is affected by the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

[Top image: Ceramic sculpture by Steve McGovney (2014) found here.]

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The .Gif Friday Post No. 716 – Snow Komonder, Struttin’ Crow & A Capybara Splat

[Found here, here and here.]

18 CROWS

[Found here. Related post here.]

Smoke-Bathing Chimney Rook

“The Rook is sat on a smoking chimney pot, its wings outstretched, seemingly unbothered by the heat and possible effects of smoke inhalation. Such behaviour seems completely bizarre, yet there is a reason for it: the bird is using the smoke to clear parasites, such as mites and ticks, from its plumage.”

[Found here via here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 501 – BoomBoomBoomBoom, Bird/Camera Frame Synch & Dance Hard

[Found here, here and here.]

Tokyo’s Clothes Hangers Crows Nests

clothes hanger crows nest 1
clothes hanger crows nest 2
clothes hanger crows nest 3

Conceptual Art installations? Nope.

“When I lived in Tokyo, I used to watch the crows take hangers from my neighbors’ balconies. (Hangers were used to hang out washing to dry.) The crows would work in pairs to remove the clothing from the hangers and then one would fly off with the hanger. I’d never seen the nests though.”

[Images & reader comment found here, via here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 261 – Wrong Socket Hell, Birdfeeder & SpockBrow

Dangit. Wrong Socket Again

Birdfeeder

SpockBrow

[Found here and here. Looped the first and messed with the third.]

Sushi for Squirrels

Sometimes you’re just hungry enough to eat it.

One story I read about the phrase “to eat crow” claims it went back to the War of 1812. Because there were no grocery stores on or near the battlefields (let alone anywhere), an occasional cease fire allowed the combatants to go hunting, while at the same time respecting the battle lines.

Seems that one of the rebels crossed that line while hunting for food, and shot a crow. A Brit caught him at gunpoint in British territory and disarmed him. The Brit, commenting that the Yank was not respecting the ceasefire, told the Yank to get the bird, and take a bite. The Yank, at gunpoint, did as directed.

As the cease-fire rules were still in effect, the Yank commented on the Brit’s firearm, that it appeared to be of very high quality, well machined, good stock, etc. The Brit, honoring the cease-fire, was flattered, and allowed the Yank to inspect his weapon.

The Yank then turned the weapon on the Brit, presented the crow (with one bite out of it) and said, “Okay. Now finish it.”

[Image found here.]