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10-16-2019 12:00 PM
alan j.
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Originally Posted by melbrod View Post
alan j., you are IMPRESSIVE!

I thought about researching that fern (when I finally got online a few minutes ago and saw Di's new post) and decided I didn't feel like competing today. I have an appt to get ready for anyway, and looking up a fern was likely to be an involved proposition.

All I really know about ferns is that they pretty much don't grow (in the wild) here.

So thanks for the information.
All day every day for 30 + years something is going to stick!
10-16-2019 11:55 AM
Beaumont67
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lannie View Post
...........

Speaking of not seeing/hearing something for years, you guys will never believe what I scored! A copy of "The Doberman Gang!" I think it has the second movie on it, too, "The Amazing Dobermans," if I recall. There are one or two others after that, but they're not in print anymore. That's OK, I ordered the first one! I used to love that movie, and I seriously don't think I've seen it since the mid-80s sometime. The ex and I had it on tape, but it was Beta, and we never copied it over to VHS when all the machines changed.

I'd forgotten all about it, in fact, until one day last week, I was bemoaning the fact (for the thousandth time) that our beautiful dogs are only portrayed as "attack" and "guard" dogs in movies, with bit parts at best, and then something in the back of my brain said, "Hold on a sec, wasn't there a movie or two ABOUT Dobes?" I had to sleep on it a couple nights before it came to me and I suddenly remembered the title. So I looked online until I found it, and it should be here today! So guess what Rich and I will be watching after dinner tonight? It's been so long since I've seen it, I can only remember the general plot line, and that it was totally a crappy "B" movie, except for the dogs. THEY are the stars!
Great movie, I was in HS when the movie 1st aired (early 70's)...Movie theater was beside the local pool hall, so half of the players cleared out for a few hours and walked one door down the street, to see the latest Hollywood movie.

The Doberman Gang - Beau saw the movie different slightly Lannie...HeHe.
- what stuck to me was the loyalty & bond to the trainers & the dogs ultimate smartness, almost human like
- the biting part was of less concern for me, from the show...not unsafe for dogs human family
- all I could see, was the most impressive dog breed...in the whole wide World
- leaving the theater that night, I told my date "I will have a Doberman puppy, after I go to College"

PapaBear married that HS date, and we got wed, immediately after College graduation.
- and a week later, our chosen puppy from a top Canadian show breeder was 9 weeks old & ready to come home
- our Tanya was Loved and Spoiled to death, she was a great dog
- and reaffirmed the Value of the movie, in our new grown up life...with a 4 legged fur-baby

PS - on the one hour drive home from senior breeder / baby Tanya chewed a wee hole in Mrs67 sweater...Haha...moms favorite top.
- this new dad was driving his $50 used Datsun B210 // one I fixed much rust on, welding in new tin and painting it in farm garage
- I could not believe how lucky we were / driving home with a beautiful Dobe puppy
- the Movie, started it all...Dobermans would be part of our entire Life
10-16-2019 11:05 AM
melbrod alan j., you are IMPRESSIVE!

I thought about researching that fern (when I finally got online a few minutes ago and saw Di's new post) and decided I didn't feel like competing today. I have an appt to get ready for anyway, and looking up a fern was likely to be an involved proposition.

All I really know about ferns is that they pretty much don't grow (in the wild) here.

So thanks for the information.
10-16-2019 09:02 AM
alan j.
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Originally Posted by LadyDi View Post
PIC for AJ
Thanks Di

Dryopteris! carthusiana?? "wood fern"
10-16-2019 07:54 AM
Beaumont67
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Originally Posted by LadyDi View Post
Morning all......yes nice vacation ..once I got loose..........I love the challenges that life presents.
I woo’ed my man....... I begged for a spanking ....and He fell for it ...hook...line...and sinker..............so he let me loose.........then I pounced on him and gave him his medicine for leaving me in the back with all that wind. Bad hair day to say the least.....but he is forgiven..........what choice do I have .I must forgive him or I will have no ride back home.....so..............now that we got past that little chicken prank we were in good shape.

So will have to post some pics.....saw an eagle yesterday at Cheat Lake..............

^^ Nominated for the best Chicken Hawk story time, of the week !!

LDi - now make the "Vacation" Trailer Video, come on CUZ Productions.
- don't be shy PapaBear waiting, further impress us here
10-16-2019 07:25 AM
LadyDi PIC for AJ
10-16-2019 07:23 AM
LadyDi Morning all......yes nice vacation ..once I got loose..........I love the challenges that life presents.
I woo’ed my man....... I begged for a spanking ....and He fell for it ...hook...line...and sinker..............so he let me loose.........then I pounced on him and gave him his medicine for leaving me in the back with all that wind. Bad hair day to say the least.....but he is forgiven..........what choice do I have .I must forgive him or I will have no ride back home.....so..............now that we got past that little chicken prank we were in good shape.

So will have to post some pics.....saw an eagle yesterday at Cheat Lake..............
10-16-2019 07:18 AM
Lannie
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Originally Posted by TNfisher View Post
Guarding against squirrels, possums, and smoker thieves
GREAT picture! I absolutely love the backlighting.

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Originally Posted by dobebug View Post
Here's a little serendipity about Crow's--the early newscast (CBS) had a thing about Portland's problems with the migratory Crows. As soon as they started into the segment I remembered that STJ (4x4 John) was talking about this last year. Evidently most of the resident crows and those from further north who are moving south (about this time of year)--and because they are big, numerous when gathering to migrate south and messy beyond all reason--Portland has for years been trying to find a way to dissuade te crows from gathering in the middle of downtown Portland.

So there is now an army of raptors--some kind of hawk--they didn't say which one but one of the bigger guys have been trained (successfully) to roust the crows. When the crows start to mass in downtown Portland the falconers come bringing their crow trained hawks and turn them loose to drive the crows out of the area.

The hawks don't kill the migrating crows but they sure scare the pants off of them and the crows leave that area and gather elsewhere.

Some of our crows simply don't migrate which explains why right now there are almost no crows in my neighborhood (which usually has quite a few--their in downtown Portland wishing the migrators good luck and have a great trip, see ya' next year.

I think our robins do migrate--I never see any around here in the winter--but the really aren't all that common in the summer either.

One of the smaller birds that crows do catch, kill and eat if they can catch them are the non native starlings which were imported by that idiot who wanted to make sure that every bird mentioned in Shakespear was present in the US as well a in England. He brought starlings in. Unfortunately they occupy the same nitch as (that isn't spelled right, is it?) as a lot of the native song birds and their poop will remove automotive finishes if it dries on your car.

More than you wanted to know Lannie--I don't blame you--I never wanted to know it either but I have a hard time not accidently remembering stuff like this--perfectly useless, mostly.

ABTLH
Oh, I remember the starlings. They used to gorge on blackberries and then gather by the MILLIONS in the big old tree in our front yard, underneath which I used to park my beautiful white Thunderbird. Until they crapped that blackberry crap all over it and ruined the finish. I'm just glad the car wasn't black - it would have showed up worse on black.

My grandmother, strange person that she was, used to put food and water down for the mice in her house, and she'd put a little water in a mayo jar lid for the freaking SPIDERS, OMG, shudder... I was not allowed to kill a spider under any circumstances (except when she wasn't looking). I know all this because I lived with her for a few years when I was a teenager and my mom and I were at war. Anyway, that peaceful woman who wouldn't kill anything had a line of good sized rocks on her windowsill that looked out over the back yard, and whenever she saw a starling, she cut loose with language that would make a sailor blush and start hurling rocks at them! It was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen up to that time in my life, LOL! She said they were nasty, dirty birds, and they killed other birds' babies to steal their nests and she had absolutely no sympathy for them at all. I don't know if she ever actually hit one with her rocks, but if not, it wasn't for lack of trying!

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Originally Posted by modm View Post
Sorry for the long post !!! I put the entire lyrics/poem at bottom. I can easily see the imagery of the Poem.

Thanks ABTLH I learned some things while researching!

Kris Kristofferson - Best I can tell at least from internet he at least was part writer of the songs - more to the story??? Me and Bobby McGee - Fred Foster was the other guy and Sunday Morning Coming - looks like he did and Ray Stevens and Johnny Cash sang it. And Me and Bobby McGee - I really just recall Janis Joplin singing it

Bob Dylan - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Guess I do not know a ton of his songs other than the "main stream" ones (Like a Rolling Stone, Mr. Tambourine Man, Knockin' On Heaven's Door, and Blowing In The Wind...etc...)

Phil Ochs - I definitely had not heard of Phil - looks like his life was a bit hard...I liked some of the songs I listened to. I came across this one he sang: The Highwayman
I had already known that one but from Loreena McKennitt. It is a poem by Alfred Noyes.

Phil's version - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX1o1yLIvak

Loreena's version - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGFo0xn4JeY

Poem below - the bolded parts are not in Loreena's version...Phil's version cut some more out...it is long
PART ONE

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—


“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

PART TWO

He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain
.

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

. . .

And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Oh, I LOVE that Highwayman song by Loreena McKennitt. I have it on one of her CDs somewhere around here but I haven't had a CD player in so long, I haven't listened to it in years.

Speaking of not seeing/hearing something for years, you guys will never believe what I scored! A copy of "The Doberman Gang!" I think it has the second movie on it, too, "The Amazing Dobermans," if I recall. There are one or two others after that, but they're not in print anymore. That's OK, I ordered the first one! I used to love that movie, and I seriously don't think I've seen it since the mid-80s sometime. The ex and I had it on tape, but it was Beta, and we never copied it over to VHS when all the machines changed.

I'd forgotten all about it, in fact, until one day last week, I was bemoaning the fact (for the thousandth time) that our beautiful dogs are only portrayed as "attack" and "guard" dogs in movies, with bit parts at best, and then something in the back of my brain said, "Hold on a sec, wasn't there a movie or two ABOUT Dobes?" I had to sleep on it a couple nights before it came to me and I suddenly remembered the title. So I looked online until I found it, and it should be here today! So guess what Rich and I will be watching after dinner tonight? It's been so long since I've seen it, I can only remember the general plot line, and that it was totally a crappy "B" movie, except for the dogs. THEY are the stars!
10-16-2019 07:06 AM
LadyDi
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Originally Posted by ECIN View Post
Dang ! Her gag came out !
Dang straight it came out.....you better watch it buddy!
10-16-2019 07:04 AM
LadyDi
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Originally Posted by Lannie View Post
You still tied up? Or did you get loose?
Hoss chewed me loose.........Ba ha ha ha !!!
10-16-2019 05:29 AM
ECIN Had a fun day yesterday ! Norms granddaughter came over and rode with me - she's 17 - a senior - President of the Morristown FFA ( last 2 years ) and loves ag . I could see her checking out everything in the cab , so I asked her if she wanted to drive it ? Her eyes got big and she replied -- I don't know , lol So as I got to the end rows I said we will make the switch there and we did She was pretty nervous at first - after the first round - I said , take a deep breath and relax !
She did and then good things started happening - She felt at ease - I was wondering if I should trust her to dump on the go ? I watched her like a hawk and said Doc - she can do this - I showed her how to put the auger out and turn it on and warned her - she would have to drive straight not much room for error and she would want to drift to the catch cart - As we started to dump on the cart - like I said - she started to drift over - its natural to do - look left and you move your arm left , for a first time - I thought she did a outstanding job - She ended up driving for over a hour and got better and better every round + I was showing more things to watch and do - she was picking up what I was putting down - I was impressed ! She had to leave for volleyball practice and I was disappointed ! I was just about to turn her lose and make a few rounds solo - That is how much she impressed me - She is a natural combine operator ! Much like my wife was - is - The Mrs. could drive anything and do great with what she did - Not very people can do that - Men OR Women - I have found that the gals for the most part make the best drivers here on the farm - they pay better attention to detail !

Well better go - everybody have a great day
10-16-2019 04:55 AM
ECIN
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Originally Posted by TNfisher View Post
Guarding against squirrels, possums, and smoker thieves
Told wife - this may be the most bad a-- looking picture posted here in a while ! Caption : WHO GOES THERE ! Great pic. TN - you do have a true talent ! btw - She agreed with me
10-16-2019 04:51 AM
ECIN
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Originally Posted by modm View Post
Yep pretty cool - sounded louder than normal....Looked like you needed some walkie talkies with Norm(if I heard correctly) - especially being hard to see?

We have radios mod - Norms is down -will fix that when it rains Good thinking there
10-16-2019 04:17 AM
modm
Quote:
Originally Posted by dobebug View Post
1964--I had that album and I think I used to know all the words to every song on it. The other Dylan song I once knew all the words to was the one that starts'

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time too,
And your gravity fails,
And negativity won't pull you through..

I'm not gonna' look it up--last night I was still trying to think who did Piano Man--and got to poking around in old lyrics--turns out the guy I was trying to think of was Kris Kristopherson--but he never did Piano Man--the two songs he was really best known for were "Me and Bobby McGee"--which he didn't write and "Sunday Morning Coming Down" (which he also didn't write) He wrote a lot of songs and some of them are much better known by other artists--weird how that happens.

Anyway I spent way too much time poking around in the music stuff and remembered that another guy whose lyrics I really liked was Phil Ochs.

I have a cat and two geriatric Dobermans claiming that it's time to come and feed them...

Bye ya'll...

ABTLH

Sorry for the long post !!! I put the entire lyrics/poem at bottom. I can easily see the imagery of the Poem.

Thanks ABTLH I learned some things while researching!

Kris Kristofferson - Best I can tell at least from internet he at least was part writer of the songs - more to the story??? Me and Bobby McGee - Fred Foster was the other guy and Sunday Morning Coming - looks like he did and Ray Stevens and Johnny Cash sang it. And Me and Bobby McGee - I really just recall Janis Joplin singing it

Bob Dylan - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Guess I do not know a ton of his songs other than the "main stream" ones (Like a Rolling Stone, Mr. Tambourine Man, Knockin' On Heaven's Door, and Blowing In The Wind...etc...)

Phil Ochs - I definitely had not heard of Phil - looks like his life was a bit hard...I liked some of the songs I listened to. I came across this one he sang: The Highwayman
I had already known that one but from Loreena McKennitt. It is a poem by Alfred Noyes.

Phil's version - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX1o1yLIvak

Loreena's version - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGFo0xn4JeY

Poem below - the bolded parts are not in Loreena's version...Phil's version cut some more out...it is long
PART ONE

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—


“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

PART TWO

He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain
.

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

. . .

And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
10-15-2019 10:10 PM
alan j.
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Originally Posted by melbrod View Post
Niche.

Though if you're pronouncing it in the American way, your spelling makes more sense.

"According to the Cambridge dictionary it's pronounced 'Nitch' in American and Canadian English and 'Neesh' in British English."
I prefer the British way its much more sexy.
10-15-2019 10:04 PM
alan j. She has never liked anyone except for me. I do not know if she is getting old and nice or she may really be liking this doberman...i know he likes her
Dazee has always been one to keep her distance.

IMG_2395 by d. aj, on Flickr
10-15-2019 09:00 PM
TNfisher
Quote:
Originally Posted by melbrod View Post
Ya know, that might be a good halloween picture for our October calendar.

I think entries are closed, but since we only have about 3 or 4 pictures, you might be able to submit late. PM dax0402 if you're interested and see what she says.
Nah, we're good, this was just for fun
10-15-2019 08:03 PM
melbrod Niche.

Though if you're pronouncing it in the American way, your spelling makes more sense.

"According to the Cambridge dictionary it's pronounced 'Nitch' in American and Canadian English and 'Neesh' in British English."
10-15-2019 08:01 PM
melbrod
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Guarding against squirrels, possums, and smoker thieves
Ya know, that might be a good halloween picture for our October calendar.

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10-15-2019 07:48 PM
dobebug
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<VBG> Yeah

dobebug


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Yep it was Dylan - I did not know the song had to look it up Here are the lyrics -

"My Back Pages" was on his 1964 Album...

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.


Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke their word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Bob Dylan - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92cF_KCH7TU
The Byrds (cover in 1967 - good year ) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h80l4XIPJC4


Jim Croce and Maury Muehleisen were awesome!

Steve Winwood sang - Back in the High Life Again - Roll With It - Valeri - While You See A Chance
1964--I had that album and I think I used to know all the words to every song on it. The other Dylan song I once knew all the words to was the one that starts'

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time too,
And your gravity fails,
And negativity won't pull you through..

I'm not gonna' look it up--last night I was still trying to think who did Piano Man--and got to poking around in old lyrics--turns out the guy I was trying to think of was Kris Kristopherson--but he never did Piano Man--the two songs he was really best known for were "Me and Bobby McGee"--which he didn't write and "Sunday Morning Coming Down" (which he also didn't write) He wrote a lot of songs and some of them are much better known by other artists--weird how that happens.

Anyway I spent way too much time poking around in the music stuff and remembered that another guy whose lyrics I really liked was Phil Ochs.

I have a cat and two geriatric Dobermans claiming that it's time to come and feed them...

Bye ya'll...

ABTLH
10-15-2019 07:28 PM
dobebug
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Hiya Lannie,

4 x 4 John and I are the two that live in the left hand Portland and crows are evidently only partially migratory in this part of the world (also true of some other migratory birds). While I'm in a neighborhood that has a big resident bunch of crows and there are fewer in the winter there are always some crows around. I'd rather have them around than the damned squirrels--there is a crows nest in a big ancient cherry in my back yard and while there are eggs or nestlings the crows will very efficiently keep the squirrels away.

One of the bigger hummingbirds is around all winter (more of them during the summer too and a small unidentifiable wren/chickadee sort of thing that is around here all the time.

I always figured it was because generally the weather is mild enough that with very short periods of time (like when it decides to snow and sticks around for three days and panics the drivers) the crows can mostly find food and every other house in the local neighborhoods seems to have a hummingbird feeder under cover on the porch (I have the hummers from the time my fuchsias start blooming early in the spring until it gets too cold for them--they entertain my indoor only cats all summer long.

One of my dogs used to follow airplane shadows on the ground--never occurred to him to look up I guess. It was pretty funny to watch him when he spotted a shadow...

ABTLH
Here's a little serendipity about Crow's--the early newscast (CBS) had a thing about Portland's problems with the migratory Crows. As soon as they started into the segment I remembered that STJ (4x4 John) was talking about this last year. Evidently most of the resident crows and those from further north who are moving south (about this time of year)--and because they are big, numerous when gathering to migrate south and messy beyond all reason--Portland has for years been trying to find a way to dissuade te crows from gathering in the middle of downtown Portland.

So there is now an army of raptors--some kind of hawk--they didn't say which one but one of the bigger guys have been trained (successfully) to roust the crows. When the crows start to mass in downtown Portland the falconers come bringing their crow trained hawks and turn them loose to drive the crows out of the area.

The hawks don't kill the migrating crows but they sure scare the pants off of them and the crows leave that area and gather elsewhere.

Some of our crows simply don't migrate which explains why right now there are almost no crows in my neighborhood (which usually has quite a few--their in downtown Portland wishing the migrators good luck and have a great trip, see ya' next year.

I think our robins do migrate--I never see any around here in the winter--but the really aren't all that common in the summer either.

One of the smaller birds that crows do catch, kill and eat if they can catch them are the non native starlings which were imported by that idiot who wanted to make sure that every bird mentioned in Shakespear was present in the US as well a in England. He brought starlings in. Unfortunately they occupy the same nitch as (that isn't spelled right, is it?) as a lot of the native song birds and their poop will remove automotive finishes if it dries on your car.

More than you wanted to know Lannie--I don't blame you--I never wanted to know it either but I have a hard time not accidently remembering stuff like this--perfectly useless, mostly.

ABTLH
10-15-2019 07:21 PM
TNfisher Guarding against squirrels, possums, and smoker thieves
10-15-2019 07:09 PM
ECIN
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Right on time Lannie! That was Hilarious!

Except, she likes getting tied up.
And Spanked too !
10-15-2019 06:33 PM
StrykersPerson
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You still tied up? Or did you get loose?
Right on time Lannie! That was Hilarious!

Except, she likes getting tied up.
10-15-2019 04:58 PM
modm
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Hello?
Hiya LadyDi - having a good time on vacation?
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