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This is a rook Mike. I managed to get a couple of grab shots through a double glazed window before he flew off.

Belated Happy Birthday.

Drat. Just as I strained my typing finger!!

I think that would be just too much for you young people.:rolleyes:

An AAAH! for the ladies. Four generations. From left to right (And centre.) Great Grandmother, my lovely wife Dorothy, mother of Teresa, who is Mother of Vanya, who is mother of Connor the latest addition to an already extensive family. Incidentally, Dorothy is ten months OLDER than me...

Me? I'm more like the Bag Lady!

No mike, it's a Jackdaw. We have them every year nesting in the village church tower. I have had rooks in the garden but very rarely. It's OK. I posted that after the children had gone to bed.

Female Blackbird. Bumblebee on Sunflower.

Not really, only during weekends and Holidays!

A few of my efforts.

Hmm. Doesn't give me much of a chance does it!!

Be my Guest. I expected maybe a few "Happy Birthdays", this is much more interesting.

I reckon Strangelove. But then I'm a Peter Sellers fan.

Just a couple Dave, I don't want to monopolise the thread. Suave in Italy. Relaxing in Germany. Being ecstatic with the sheer luxury of the accommodation provided while attached to the Dutch Marines.

NOW it happens, sixty years too late!!

One of my all time favourite men. Also he is old enough to make me feel young!

Well done. I had expected comment on that before now. A Gentleman doesn't tell.:cool:

The Avatar is closer,

Me, rear right, at RAF Tech School, seventeen years old. Me, hiding behind glass, early twenties.

A Brief History of Mine. I was born on Sunday the twenty eighth of January Nineteen thirty four, the fifth child of what would become a family of eight. We lived in a small village about four miles from the Port of Dover in the County of Kent. My father worked for the Water Company, and we...