tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post2103407512602772584..comments2024-03-26T11:27:35.814-07:00Comments on Tom Stephenson: Did your mother have scary eyes and sharp claws?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-71547627553561991112014-02-13T02:29:03.442-08:002014-02-13T02:29:03.442-08:00You Tube, from where I gleaned the information! N...You Tube, from where I gleaned the information! No, not much of a brain, but a very good homing instinct.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-71253503012457582082014-02-13T00:58:57.161-08:002014-02-13T00:58:57.161-08:00Where else could I have ever learned about a Pereg...Where else could I have ever learned about a Peregrine's nostrils other than on your blog Tom. My view on pigeons, having seen so many killed and plucked here by my bird table by a female sparrow hawk, is that they were born without much of a brain.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-1716189247719138252014-02-12T12:23:34.462-08:002014-02-12T12:23:34.462-08:00Buccaneer? Was his name Jack Sparrow?Buccaneer? Was his name Jack Sparrow?Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-64324128637236672352014-02-12T12:22:53.052-08:002014-02-12T12:22:53.052-08:00This I know nothing about. The pigeons tumbled? ...This I know nothing about. The pigeons tumbled? Some of those things are worth £1000s. The fanciers hate Peregrines.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-7489503654881169392014-02-12T12:21:27.589-08:002014-02-12T12:21:27.589-08:00Reminds me of Gary Larson's cartoon about vult...Reminds me of Gary Larson's cartoon about vultures, called 'Imperfect circling' or something like that.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-85489094611563499902014-02-12T07:42:14.579-08:002014-02-12T07:42:14.579-08:00My husband joined the RAF at 17. He flew as a navi...My husband joined the RAF at 17. He flew as a navigator in the Buccaneer jet fighter. Fortunately, his name is not Peregrine... Personally, I suspect sculptors are much more romantic ;-)<br />The Broadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04976467218216864644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-46071921586678388162014-02-12T05:36:58.243-08:002014-02-12T05:36:58.243-08:00When I lived for a while in Shropshire, there were...When I lived for a while in Shropshire, there were several people around who had pigeon lofts. Some were for racing, but others just kept fancy birds. One man kept 'tumblers'; most would tumble downwards, but he had some that would tumble horizontally. Very strange!Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-33866980514646457172014-02-12T03:41:39.325-08:002014-02-12T03:41:39.325-08:00You were born from an egg! Maybe a soft boiled one...You were born from an egg! Maybe a soft boiled one but an egg nevertheless. Only joking. <br />Fastest bird I saw in level flight was a crow which protecting its territory which knocked an intruding red milan clean out of the sky. The unfortunate bird tumbled to earth like a bundle of rags. It's tough in the skies. Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.com