MayabirdPecking at the keyboardRegistered Userregular
I heard a kingfisher's rattle and it reminded me of a story.
I had been at a birding event at a park late one summer. A group of us birders were by a large pond and we heard a kingfisher rattling loudly and triumphantly.
The kingfisher flew a lap over the pond, rattling away, and then another. When it started on a third, one of the people in the group said, "That kingfisher sure is proud of himself."
And I responded, "There are no fish in that pond."
Because I was familiar with the pond. It's usually ephemeral, drying up in the summer and leaving just a marshy area. It had been a wet summer so the pond was still full, but since it dries up almost every year, fish don't live there. If it was early spring, there would have been plenty of tadpoles, since it's the kind of habitat frogs like to lay their eggs in - one lacking fish predators. But late summer? There was nothing to catch.
Which was why there were no resident kingfishers at the pond. And this new one showed up, thought he'd found an unclaimed pond, free all for himself, and flew laps around gloating about his perceived fortune.
The next day he had already moved on.
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Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
120 per 100 people seems awfully high. I guess I know a lot of people who don't own guns
My girlfriend's uncle owns 35 guns.
Most of them are rifles and shotguns along with a few muzzle loaders.
Nothing wrong with owning multiple guns, it's the same as any other hobby. Maybe a shooter likes shooting target and clay pigeons, of course they've got a couple of shotguns and a couple of rifles.
It gets real weird when folks start buying a shitload of guns just to own more guns. I understand collecting vintage, rare, and rare vintage things, that makes sense.
But I stopped watching the Demolition Ranch YouTube channel when I realised Matt had gone off the deep end.
Dude owns at least 100 guns. He's got over $50k in just three .50 calibre semi-auto rifles. His guns are easily worth more than my house.
It'd be like a keen cyclist having over 100 bikes, you have to start questioning the entire process, like what's going on there? Are they a hoarder?
120 per 100 people seems awfully high. I guess I know a lot of people who don't own guns
My girlfriend's uncle owns 35 guns.
Most of them are rifles and shotguns along with a few muzzle loaders.
Nothing wrong with owning multiple guns, it's the same as any other hobby. Maybe a shooter likes shooting target and clay pigeons, of course they've got a couple of shotguns and a couple of rifles.
It gets real weird when folks start buying a shitload of guns just to own more guns. I understand collecting vintage, rare, and rare vintage things, that makes sense.
But I stopped watching the Demolition Ranch YouTube channel when I realised Matt had gone off the deep end.
Dude owns at least 100 guns. He's got over $50k in just three .50 calibre semi-auto rifles. His guns are easily worth more than my house.
It'd be like a keen cyclist having over 100 bikes, you have to start questioning the entire process, like what's going on there? Are they a hoarder?
I'm always curious if people with that many guns also have proportionate amounts of ammo, cleaning gear and replacement parts for them.
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PiptheFairFrequently not in boats.Registered Userregular
120 per 100 people seems awfully high. I guess I know a lot of people who don't own guns
My girlfriend's uncle owns 35 guns.
Most of them are rifles and shotguns along with a few muzzle loaders.
Nothing wrong with owning multiple guns, it's the same as any other hobby. Maybe a shooter likes shooting target and clay pigeons, of course they've got a couple of shotguns and a couple of rifles.
It gets real weird when folks start buying a shitload of guns just to own more guns. I understand collecting vintage, rare, and rare vintage things, that makes sense.
But I stopped watching the Demolition Ranch YouTube channel when I realised Matt had gone off the deep end.
Dude owns at least 100 guns. He's got over $50k in just three .50 calibre semi-auto rifles. His guns are easily worth more than my house.
It'd be like a keen cyclist having over 100 bikes, you have to start questioning the entire process, like what's going on there? Are they a hoarder?
I'm always curious if people with that many guns also have proportionate amounts of ammo, cleaning gear and replacement parts for them.
it really depends on the person
I've also known folks with like 4? guns and entirely too much ammo for those 4 guns
The only gun owned by my immediate family is an old Luger my grandpa said he found on a floating German corpse in WW2, and that gun hasn't been cleaned or fired since 1995 at the most recent. Apparently he committed a war crime or something, but we have this cool old hunk of metal in a case he made for it and haven't opened it one time since he passed.
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
There is a shotgun and a rifle somewhere in this house.
That’s about it.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
The only gun owned by my immediate family is an old Luger my grandpa said he found on a floating German corpse in WW2, and that gun hasn't been cleaned or fired since 1995 at the most recent. Apparently he committed a war crime or something, but we have this cool old hunk of metal in a case he made for it and haven't opened it one time since he passed.
Honestly I don't have as many amazing stories as some of you but I've lived a life. I just need to figure out if I should tell a crazy situation story, a bad mom story, a stuck by my friend for some reason story, a work story, or wacky hijinks story
The only gun owned by my immediate family is an old Luger my grandpa said he found on a floating German corpse in WW2, and that gun hasn't been cleaned or fired since 1995 at the most recent. Apparently he committed a war crime or something, but we have this cool old hunk of metal in a case he made for it and haven't opened it one time since he passed.
I bet that's worth something.
That's what I told my mom, but she insists it's not!
Honestly I don't have as many amazing stories as some of you but I've lived a life. I just need to figure out if I should tell a crazy situation story, a bad mom story, a stuck by my friend for some reason story, a work story, or wacky hijinks story
Honestly I don't have as many amazing stories as some of you but I've lived a life. I just need to figure out if I should tell a crazy situation story, a bad mom story, a stuck by my friend for some reason story, a work story, or wacky hijinks story
Tell it right and anything is a story. That time you saw a confused bird is a story.
Speaking of, there was this time I saw a kestrel in a tree.
It was at a distance and I was watching it with my binoculars, just chilling out on an outer branch of an oak tree. And then, a mourning dove landed right beneath it, just three branches down.
Kestrels are a small species of falcon. They're generalist hunters, typically going after anything smaller than them that they can pounce on, which goes from grasshoppers to mice to smaller birds.
Mourning doves are some of the stupidest and doofiest birds I've ever encountered. They make a whistling noise as they fly, a little "hey here's a fat dumb bird" siren for any predators around, and they don't know how to make nests. They just kinda cram four or five sticks together on a tree branch and call it good, then lay their eggs in it. Any slight wind that jostles the nest will send eggs or nestlings falling, and then the parents will stand around and make their cooing sounds (hence the "mourning" in their name) as if they expected things to go differently. Mourning doves will also get spooked by nothing, but then won't fly away when all other birds sense some kind of danger. I do not really understand how they survive.
So yeah, this dumb prey bird lands three branches below a predator bird that hunts from above. And it just looked side to side, as if it only thought in 2D despite being a flying creature, and then started cooing away. The kestrel, meanwhile, leaned over the branch and stared directly at the dove. Watched for ten minutes.
I wondered what that kestrel was thinking. Mourning doves are about their size, maybe even a little bigger, so usually not something a kestrel would just go after, but it was right there. Right there and apparently completely oblivious to the predator directly above it. "Should I go for it? It's delivery, which is my favorite! Or is this a trap? No, this has to be a trap. No bird could be this stupid." But it just kept leaning down over the branch, clearly watching the dove. I didn't have a camera with a zoom lens strong enough, but I wished I did.
I waited to see how the standoff ended. Finally, the kestrel, possibly after overthinking its situation, flew away. The mourning dove stayed on the branch, not even reacting to seeing a predator flying very close to it.
The only gun owned by my immediate family is an old Luger my grandpa said he found on a floating German corpse in WW2, and that gun hasn't been cleaned or fired since 1995 at the most recent. Apparently he committed a war crime or something, but we have this cool old hunk of metal in a case he made for it and haven't opened it one time since he passed.
I bet that's worth something.
That's what I told my mom, but she insists it's not!
A brief Google says about 1 to 3 thousand buckaroos.
Alright so the town I live in has a thing for popcorn. Specifically Orville Redenbacher, who farmed his corn here and had his factory. Its still there but now its a JiffyPop factory. Every year we have the Popcorn Fest. its basically an excuse for a big food/craft fair that you drink at. Its a big deal. When I was a kid I use to march in it twice. Once with my school band then me and few friends would get trucked back to the start, change into our Boy Scout uniforms, and march in it again with our troop.
After marching every year we would usually just hang out, it was something to do. My freshman year of high school my friends and I went to see some terrible movie at the cheap theater which no longer exists. We were dropped off by parents and they said to call when we wanted to be picked up. We went to the movie, pitched in for a bucket of popcorn, then afterwards went to the fazolis across the parking lot to eat free bread sticks. After that, we were bored and waiting for our ride at the nearby K-Mart. In a fit of pure inspiration I ripped eye holes in our popcorn bucket, put it on my head, tossed a red sweater around me like a cape and ran around pretending to be a super hero "I'm the Bucketman!" I yelled.
We were kicked out and they took my cape. Anyway thats where my screen name came from.
Another year after popcorn fest we were hanging out with my punk friends watching some break dancers. And this little shit I'll call Kevin because that was his name, now I didn't like Kevin, he was a pretty frequent liar and a trouble maker. But several of my friends liked Kevin so he got to hang with us. Kevin said his parents owned a house nearby and rented the basement out but the tenant recently moved out and it was empty and he had a key and we had permission to hang out there. Ok whatever.We get there, and the lights upstairs on are, Kevin assures us its his parents. He opens a window to the downstairs and unlocks the door. So much for his key. The place is a disgusting mess. It looks like someone was living here and left in a hurry but left all their trash behind. Kevin told his the tenant got evicted and let the place messed up out of spite.
And when I say this place is gross, its just...moist trash everywhere, food garbage rotting in the trash and in the fridge, dirty magazines in the corner. Just a real garbage heap. Kevin retrieves a 40 from the fridge and a joint from a ceiling tile. I am very not ok with where this is going. I am told not to worry and stop being a word I won't repeat. Anyway thats when the cops show up. Kevin drop the booze and joint, and climbs out a window without saying a word. Several others follow him. Myself and one of my friends are stunned and also can't easily fit through windows so we just sat there. The police questioned us and we found out that Kevin was absolutely lying, some guy did get evicted here, but people that guy knew kept breaking in to do drugs and had pretty much peed over every inch of the place and the owners were trying to get it cleaned up and the locks changed. Because it was obvious my friend and I weren't doing anything wrong they let us go, but I was so mad at Kevin.
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I had been at a birding event at a park late one summer. A group of us birders were by a large pond and we heard a kingfisher rattling loudly and triumphantly.
(It sounds like this if you don't know the call.)
The kingfisher flew a lap over the pond, rattling away, and then another. When it started on a third, one of the people in the group said, "That kingfisher sure is proud of himself."
And I responded, "There are no fish in that pond."
Because I was familiar with the pond. It's usually ephemeral, drying up in the summer and leaving just a marshy area. It had been a wet summer so the pond was still full, but since it dries up almost every year, fish don't live there. If it was early spring, there would have been plenty of tadpoles, since it's the kind of habitat frogs like to lay their eggs in - one lacking fish predators. But late summer? There was nothing to catch.
Which was why there were no resident kingfishers at the pond. And this new one showed up, thought he'd found an unclaimed pond, free all for himself, and flew laps around gloating about his perceived fortune.
The next day he had already moved on.
Nothing wrong with owning multiple guns, it's the same as any other hobby. Maybe a shooter likes shooting target and clay pigeons, of course they've got a couple of shotguns and a couple of rifles.
It gets real weird when folks start buying a shitload of guns just to own more guns. I understand collecting vintage, rare, and rare vintage things, that makes sense.
But I stopped watching the Demolition Ranch YouTube channel when I realised Matt had gone off the deep end.
Dude owns at least 100 guns. He's got over $50k in just three .50 calibre semi-auto rifles. His guns are easily worth more than my house.
It'd be like a keen cyclist having over 100 bikes, you have to start questioning the entire process, like what's going on there? Are they a hoarder?
I'm always curious if people with that many guns also have proportionate amounts of ammo, cleaning gear and replacement parts for them.
it really depends on the person
I've also known folks with like 4? guns and entirely too much ammo for those 4 guns
That’s about it.
I bet that's worth something.
have you tried the spider yet
hi nic!
only with my eyes closed
That's what I told my mom, but she insists it's not!
Yes, Skragg. Yes you should.
I sadly have to keep my MeuSOC disassembled. For well my own safety because there are days I come close to breaking my 5 minute rule
Peppa Pig got banned for this tynic..
Please don't bait people into spiders.
Tell it right and anything is a story. That time you saw a confused bird is a story.
Speaking of, there was this time I saw a kestrel in a tree.
It was at a distance and I was watching it with my binoculars, just chilling out on an outer branch of an oak tree. And then, a mourning dove landed right beneath it, just three branches down.
Kestrels are a small species of falcon. They're generalist hunters, typically going after anything smaller than them that they can pounce on, which goes from grasshoppers to mice to smaller birds.
Mourning doves are some of the stupidest and doofiest birds I've ever encountered. They make a whistling noise as they fly, a little "hey here's a fat dumb bird" siren for any predators around, and they don't know how to make nests. They just kinda cram four or five sticks together on a tree branch and call it good, then lay their eggs in it. Any slight wind that jostles the nest will send eggs or nestlings falling, and then the parents will stand around and make their cooing sounds (hence the "mourning" in their name) as if they expected things to go differently. Mourning doves will also get spooked by nothing, but then won't fly away when all other birds sense some kind of danger. I do not really understand how they survive.
So yeah, this dumb prey bird lands three branches below a predator bird that hunts from above. And it just looked side to side, as if it only thought in 2D despite being a flying creature, and then started cooing away. The kestrel, meanwhile, leaned over the branch and stared directly at the dove. Watched for ten minutes.
I wondered what that kestrel was thinking. Mourning doves are about their size, maybe even a little bigger, so usually not something a kestrel would just go after, but it was right there. Right there and apparently completely oblivious to the predator directly above it. "Should I go for it? It's delivery, which is my favorite! Or is this a trap? No, this has to be a trap. No bird could be this stupid." But it just kept leaning down over the branch, clearly watching the dove. I didn't have a camera with a zoom lens strong enough, but I wished I did.
I waited to see how the standoff ended. Finally, the kestrel, possibly after overthinking its situation, flew away. The mourning dove stayed on the branch, not even reacting to seeing a predator flying very close to it.
A brief Google says about 1 to 3 thousand buckaroos.
After marching every year we would usually just hang out, it was something to do. My freshman year of high school my friends and I went to see some terrible movie at the cheap theater which no longer exists. We were dropped off by parents and they said to call when we wanted to be picked up. We went to the movie, pitched in for a bucket of popcorn, then afterwards went to the fazolis across the parking lot to eat free bread sticks. After that, we were bored and waiting for our ride at the nearby K-Mart. In a fit of pure inspiration I ripped eye holes in our popcorn bucket, put it on my head, tossed a red sweater around me like a cape and ran around pretending to be a super hero "I'm the Bucketman!" I yelled.
We were kicked out and they took my cape. Anyway thats where my screen name came from.
Another year after popcorn fest we were hanging out with my punk friends watching some break dancers. And this little shit I'll call Kevin because that was his name, now I didn't like Kevin, he was a pretty frequent liar and a trouble maker. But several of my friends liked Kevin so he got to hang with us. Kevin said his parents owned a house nearby and rented the basement out but the tenant recently moved out and it was empty and he had a key and we had permission to hang out there. Ok whatever.We get there, and the lights upstairs on are, Kevin assures us its his parents. He opens a window to the downstairs and unlocks the door. So much for his key. The place is a disgusting mess. It looks like someone was living here and left in a hurry but left all their trash behind. Kevin told his the tenant got evicted and let the place messed up out of spite.
And when I say this place is gross, its just...moist trash everywhere, food garbage rotting in the trash and in the fridge, dirty magazines in the corner. Just a real garbage heap. Kevin retrieves a 40 from the fridge and a joint from a ceiling tile. I am very not ok with where this is going. I am told not to worry and stop being a word I won't repeat. Anyway thats when the cops show up. Kevin drop the booze and joint, and climbs out a window without saying a word. Several others follow him. Myself and one of my friends are stunned and also can't easily fit through windows so we just sat there. The police questioned us and we found out that Kevin was absolutely lying, some guy did get evicted here, but people that guy knew kept breaking in to do drugs and had pretty much peed over every inch of the place and the owners were trying to get it cleaned up and the locks changed. Because it was obvious my friend and I weren't doing anything wrong they let us go, but I was so mad at Kevin.
God, fuck Brady, am I right?
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