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Hadada ibis

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The hadeda ibis (Bostrychia hagedash), also called hadada, is an ibis native to Sub-Saharan Africa. It is named for its loud three to four note calls uttered in flight especially in the mornings and evenings when they fly out or return to their roost trees. Although not as dependent on water as some ibises, they are found near wetlands and often live in close proximity to humans, foraging in cultivated land and gardens. A medium-sized ibis with stout legs and a typical down-curved bill, the wing coverts are iridescent with a green or purple sheen. They are non-migratory but are known to make nomadic movements in response to rain particularly during droughts. Their ranges in southern Africa have increased with an increase in tree cover and irrigation in human-altered habitats.

Hadada ibis

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A long night...

Wednesday, 01.04.20

Day 6 of lockdown

Gamut
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noun noun: gamut; plural noun: gamuts
1. the complete range or scope of something.
     "the whole gamut of human emotion"
    h Similar: range spectrum span sweep compass scope area breadth width reach extent catalogue scale sequence series variety
2. Music a complete scale of musical notes; the range of a voice or instrument.
"the orchestral gamut"

It's the 1st day of April and some might make aspersions to the fact that I am an April Fool: not likely that I am, hpwever, who am I to argue...

21 Day Lockdown Monday, 30.03.20

It has begun

gamut
/ˈɡamət/


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noun
noun: gamut; plural noun: gamuts
1. 1.

   the complete range or scope of something.

   "the whole gamut of human emotion"

   hic
1. a complete scale of musical notes; the range of a voice or instrument.

   "the orchestral gamut"

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By implementing the advice of another Stoic philosopher, the second-century slave-turned-teacher Epictetus, who admonished his students in this way: ‘Remember that it is we who torment, we who make difficulties for ourselves – that is, our opinions do. What, for instance, does it mean to be insulted? Stand by a rock and insult it, and what have you accomplished? If someone responds to insult like a rock, what has the abuser gained with his invective?’

Indeed. Of course, to develop the attitude of a rock toward insults takes time and practice, but I’m getting better at it. So what did I do in response to the above-mentioned rant? I behaved like a rock. I simply ignored it, focusing my energy instead on answering genuine questions from others, doing my best to engage them in constructive conversations. As a result, said prominent author, I’m told, is livid with rage, while I retained my serenity.

Well there you have it...

Neil Peart, the virtuoso drummer and lyricist for Rush, died Tuesday, January 7th, in Santa Monica, California, at age 67, according to Elliot Mintz, a family spokesperson. The cause was brain cancer, which Peart had been quietly battling for three-and-a-half years. A representative for the band confirmed the news to Rolling Stone.

Well there you are, I had just composed an typed in my story to my blog, and hey presto, it all went away. Bollocks.

Well our great namesake, and a drummer too, is gone to the great beyond.
Best si head for that far away place called dreamland. Hasta La Vista

It is Friday; It Is Pie Day!

I am Alive!


I am having a blast at Virgin, Lorraine.

I must yet gym -

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