The birds have been hard at work cracking snails on my roof this morning, and while I’m awake and working anyway it’s in its 3rd hour and beginning to get a little annoying.
Be careful because they may have read the story of Aeschylus, an ancient greek playwright who was killed by a falling turtle that had been dropped by an Eagle who had confused Aeschylus’s shiny, bald head for a rock. This is apparently a true historical account and golden eagles in greece do kill turtles by dropping them onto rocks.
I think you’ve solved the mystery of the noises I’ve been hearing on the roof! Couldn’t work out how the birds were making so much noise with their soft little feet
The birds have been hard at work cracking snails on my roof this morning, and while I’m awake and working anyway it’s in its 3rd hour and beginning to get a little annoying.
Be careful because they may have read the story of Aeschylus, an ancient greek playwright who was killed by a falling turtle that had been dropped by an Eagle who had confused Aeschylus’s shiny, bald head for a rock. This is apparently a true historical account and golden eagles in greece do kill turtles by dropping them onto rocks.
Not even a little embarrassed to say I only know this story because I saw it on Horrible Histories.
Never be embarrassed about the source of knowledge as long as the information is trustworthy.
Horrible Histories is a legendary show, very popular in my house. Some of the songs are classics! I especially like this one about Dick Turpin.
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I think you’ve solved the mystery of the noises I’ve been hearing on the roof! Couldn’t work out how the birds were making so much noise with their soft little feet
I find they get right into it on sunny mornings, lots of tap tap tapping.
Sooner or later they will run out of snails. Have hope.
“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.” 😨😨😨
Oh shit, shit’s about to get real.