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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Tailor Birds In Action

This tailor bird nest had to be supported by a paper bag when my wife had mistakenly trimmed off a grapevine at which this nest was built.

The parent birds seemed to have accepted the damage caused and remedy provided; three eggs turned into an equal number of healthy babies finally.

So happy I brought a chair to take some pictures in order to recognise our great effort. The chicks always thought it was their parent wanting to feed them, though that was not my intention, while the real ones were piercing me with their highest pitch, the G10.

Both parties were then busy at making a living in the weekdays.
When weekend returned, the babies were gone.

I should have dressed them up in the first place. A red Super S and a yellow lightning bolt, which one should the bird prefer?

These are my birds I shall shout when these symbols appear.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Beauty is in the eye of a Paranoid

Routine can  blind us, and the day will be filled to the brim with pretty colours when looking from another side- the opposite side of a tree stump this time.

It is not another new perspective offered by little humble mushrooms, just then only a paranoid is capable of intercepting the correct frequency.

The paranoid was once mistaken as a botanist that he would always like to pretend to be. He is a peculiar hiker who never travel without a DSLR. His bows and kneels are a mode of embracing nature up-close.

Mushrooms are weirdly powerful, they  have hypnotized this hiker from the very first day.

"Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock..."  The pendulum is going back and forth.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Pill Millipede

I met a new friend when hiking at Penang Hill. It was thought to be a kind of ball shape of seed initially, but this is its reaction to danger actually.

It is named pill millipede, a not-quite-sweet name. Nobody likes pill.

We were friend finally, because no matter how much I poked or scratched its back, it just kept crawling.

I laid a piece of leaf, wanting it to climb at a small angle aiming to shoot its front view, it always avoided.

Until I had lost my patience, it managed to prove that I did not have the quality of a good photographer.

Only a good friend tells the truth.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

A Mushroom in Wonderland

"This here ought to have been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake." The gardeners told Alice while busily painting the roses red.

This is one mushroom that I have met this morning. I wonder whether it is a brown one that is being painted white.

That is interesting, a white mushroom, as white as Snow White will stand out in the dark forest like a white LED.

Or could brown, the manly brown, be a favourite of the Queen? This Snow White is becoming rugged and down-to-earth.

And no fairy tale to the Queen, for she will scream, "Off with your head! Off----"

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Ways to Get Connected

Above the soil, a mushrooms is the fruiting body of a fungus. It serves to spread spores and share local news across oceans. Though short-lived, its spores continue to send radio signals into the air waves.

We get connected.

Below the soil, the vegetative part of a fungus-the mycelium, continues to grow for many years. This branching web, though spread silently and secretly, is as influential as Google.

We get connected again.

We somehow get connected in many ways: in the air, underground or other unnamed channels. 

Life is a weird dream.