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It reminds me of an old anthropological tale about a tribe of pygmies (can we say that these days ??) who lived in the savannah grasslands. The tribe were called the Fukawi and were nomadic hunter/gatherers. They had problems with surrounding tribes encroaching on their traditional and very rich hunting grounds and of course wanted to protect what was rightfully theirs by tradition and prevent interlopers from other parts of the area taking all the 'goodies' and depriving them of their rights. They sent out patrols every day, but the main problem was they were only 3ft 6inch on average height and the savannah grass was 4ft tall. so they developed a gait involving jumping up every third pace to see over the top of the grass. To emphasise their presence and deter the interlopers they shouted out their tribal name when they leapt above the grass to see what was around them. they called out loudly 'We're the Fukawi, We're the Fukawi' strangely enough that may be a good slogan for Bedlington as I'm sure it is heard at many NCC meetings ....

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I don't think I'm 'embarrassingly' anything; it wasn't me who, embarrassingly, attempted to link a ludicrous tweet about traffic jams to an immigration problem. Nor am I the one who continues to insist that it is inevitable that the UK will become an Islamic country, which it won't unless, as we've already discussed, they move here en-masse - entire populations at once - or start reproducing at an impossible rate. There's reality, and then there's reality as presented by the Daily Mail. Most of what you propose is firmly from the latter.

Jess poked among the 3ft tall thistles one stinking cold rainy night.....well....it was about 2-am-ish,in spring 2015,just along from our house..[about 200 yards away]. I tried to urge her to come with me but she set her feet,and was adamant that she wanted to investigate something,among the the forest of tall thistles. I feared she would be prickled so I went to see what she was so intrigued with...... When I shone my torch among the thistles,I was expecting to find a toad or a hedgehog or something...... This is what I found,hanging, [soaked to the skin], by it's wee skinny featherless wings! I gently untangled it from the thistles,which were totally embedded into thi poor thing's few feathers,and carried it straight home. My wife woke and came through the garage to see if I was alright,and when she saw it,she immediately started to help me,by organising a piece of soft cloth for the cage bottom to wrap him in,cos he was soaked and shivering,only a few days old. She got a small vessel of water,and a cocktail stick,and he immediately started to gulp the water droplets from the stick. I made him comfortable,cos he was too weak to stand on his feet unaided,and went to bed after about two hours watching him. My Wife couldn't rest and kept getting up to check on him. In the morning I hard-boiled an egg and mixed the yolk with some finely milled oats,and water,and started feeding him from the cocktail stick,with difficulty,at first,cos he was disorientated....but it didn't take long before I was shopping for more eggs!! He grew rapidly within a few days,turning from a dying weakling,into a happy singing fluffy bundle of healthy feathers! Now he was on a diet of seeds and fruit,and bits of worm at his choosing,still with the egg and oats paste..and also Thistle-heads ["clocks"] When I felt he was ready, I took Him to where he was found and released him,he went straight to the feeders and water-dripper bottles that I had hung discreetly among the trees. I used ti hang his cage outside in the warm sun,and every time I whistled to him,he whistled back,cos I did that from the very first night I found him! A happy ending to a very sad start for him!! Eggy,what would you have done.....left him outside?.........to die?....balance of nature? I think I will just keep on interfering with Mother nature appropriately!![she's getting on a bit noo,and needs help!] 'FLUFFY' FEEDING![SPRING 2015].AVI

Also, it's bloody windy outside. This corresponds with plenty of foreigners coming over here. Statistics, you can't look past them. It's their fault. Close the borders, no more wind. Simple.