Brown shrikes in the garden!

I hesitate to post these shots as you may be less enthused by shrikes than I.

May I start though for thanking you for your reaction to Bruce’s post, which I re-blogged. It was a cracker and I am now determined that I shall regress to 3 years old and find my own first bison. I am well on the way to the first step. I am dribbling nicely.

I went to the office this morning in torrential rain. I decided I could finish my work for the day at home – only conference calls to make and notes to write. I was well rewarded. The rain had eased off to a downpour but from the study / crow’s nest I espied a Brown Shrike again. And then another. At one point I had 3 in my sights. One close, two further away. And here they are:

The marks are rain not sensor spots / streaks.

Yesterday Mrs. Ha spent half of South Sudan’s GDP on a handbag. I understand that just like shoes, a girl can never have too many handbags. And so I hereby proclaim that a boy can never have too many shrikes. And of course shrikes are free.  The real test comes when I am on a conference call and an interesting bird appears. I have worked out that if I put the phone on mute and grunt occasionally the caller thinks I am listening. I can then take photos etc and return in time to wrap up by saying – ok, can you just drop me a quick e mail to summarise and then we’ll take it from there. This is called “Advanced Executive Coaching” or possibly executive BS.  I mean birds are far more important. But what I really want is a bison in the garden. Now wouldn’t that be something. All I can see for now is……… a shrike!