Hmm... If you see several crows together they are rooks, and if you see a solitary rook it is a crow (it is said). And if you hear from Don QuiScottie it may be Andrew the (MacLaren?) Scott, obviously. Identities eh? "Sean"?
Hmm... I call a crow a crow, and three crows three crows.And: Ah. What's in a name? Namen sind Schall und Rauch. Who did first call you Don QuiScottie?Fancy to call me Hans, Andrew? After all, I told you my real name and why I chose a heteronym once I asked if I may add you to my seldom borings. Never mind.
I prefer Seanso, actually, but my friendly comment may have been misinterpreted. I say silly things, and do even sillier. Tis a nice photo, although even more dramatic may be to crop a rectangle with the borderline between white and blue forming a fluffy diagonal.
I ought not to reply when being grumpy. Interestingly, replying when being grumpy sometimes I am not aware of that I am grumpy.Thought, anyway, I had mellowed with age.Alas ...
Seanso, you have been hit by flailing windmills, ridden on a lumpy ass, been impaled on a stray lance, oft had to listen to the cuckoo singing in the cuckaburra tree and been repeatedly abused even for the very colonic and parenthetical key combinations you sometimes feel impelled to strike on a keyboard... You have every right to be grumpy.
Ah! A carte blanche for being grumpy!! Thank you, dear Don!!! Blessed be the helmet of Perthino!!!!
I thought they were spots on my screen until I enbiggened them. May they bring you good luck.and love to little Annabelle who must be two right about now?
Ha! Good luck would be nice.Yes, my dear. Thank you! Sunday was Annabelle's birthday. Two years! Time flies.