There's a box outside...
Posted by Philip Bryer on 9 May 2008 - 8:05pm.
...the back door, nailed to a post, and a pair of blue tits have recently moved into it. They're new, they're a bit shy, we respect each others space in the garden and sometimes we move indoors if they appear spooked, you know, until they get used to us. But tonight I stood as one with blue tit, me with glass of wine, he/she with gob-full of foliage, me on kitchen step, bird on birdbox step, right up until the end of Tomorrow Never Knows, when blue tit tipped his head and popped indoors with the bedding. Directly after this, a blackbird was clearly heard singing along to Rory Gallagher's Jacknife Beat. And Archie reckons all of the threads have been exhausted. Pah!
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Many years ago I had a budgie who loved...
...In Dulci Jubilo by Mike Oldfield and would dance around his cage whenever it came on. We have the song on one of our Christmas CDs. It still breaks my heart to hear it.
The birds' greatest hits
I've got a British Library CD called "Bird Mimicry". Hear a bullfinch whistling German folk tunes! Hear a jay doing its impression of a horse! A blackbird doing a modem! A bower bird mimicking the sounds of an entire building site!
http://tinyurl.com/689swl
Best live album ever.
There's a Water Pumping Station just over the road,
and whenever we have torrential rain (e.g. June, July and August) and the village is in danger of becoming swamped, the pumps kick in to push a zillion cubic whatsits of storm water out over the Cotswold edge in the general direction of the Bristol Channel.
The pumps make a strange whining and thumping sound that is UNCANNILY like a certain Word cover gracing band from Oxford.
Metal Machine Music
Fairly recently Danny Baker did a phone-in concerning household objects that imitated music. A boiler that seemed to do the opening to "The Immigrant Song", a washing machine that played the first notes of "20th Century Boy", that kind of thing. I can't remember specific examples.
It's not quite the same thing, but when I was staying in southern India many years ago, the local place of worship would call the locals to prayer early each morning with a loud blast of what sounded exactly like the first few bars of "It's Not Unusual". So I would wake up with it in my head and be plagued by Tom Jones for the whole of each and every day.
Sorry, what were we talking about again?
So...
...the Byrds are still going then?
...sorry, sorry - I'll get me coat...