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The maggies around our area would laugh at fake eyes and go, arrow-like, for your real eyes.
I remember riding down a busy street on my bike, flat out, with a magpie hovering over me tearing chunks from my ears while an 18-wheeler was driving on my tail blasting his horn at me.
Pure terror.
cheers
Chris Maunder
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Wait, you're from Australia and *magpies* are the local animals that terrify you?
You have spiders that eat those birds FFS.
BIRD EATING SPIDERS
*hides*
When I was growin' up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was just because I didn't know that many kids. All I know is now I feel the opposite.
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The spiders are cute. We used to bring these into our classroom in grade 4 to play with instead of listening to our teachers. They kinda tickled as they walked over your arms.
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Chris Maunder
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that belongs in a cauldron, not on your skin.
along with some eye of newt, beard of a bald man, that kind of thing.
When I was growin' up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was just because I didn't know that many kids. All I know is now I feel the opposite.
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honey the codewitch wrote: beard of a bald man
We prefer the term "follicly-challenged", thank you very much.
Software Zen: delete this;
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well if you have a beard you aren't. the hair just migrated south. 
When I was growin' up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was just because I didn't know that many kids. All I know is now I feel the opposite.
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Ironically, that's exactly what it did. When I was younger and had hair, my beard was non-existent. I'm older, have lost most of my hair, but can now manage a respectable amount of scruff (much to the wife's disgust).
We won't discuss the color balance, however...
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she doesn't like a beard? I like beards, as long as they don't have things growing in them.
When I was growin' up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was just because I didn't know that many kids. All I know is now I feel the opposite.
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Not her favorite thing, no. Fortunately mine is limited to a fairly short and trim scruff(*), rather than the full-on face forest.
(*) It gets straggly if it gets longer than a cm or so.
Software Zen: delete this;
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one really has to have the right face for a forest or they end up looking like a biker. 
not that this is a bad thing, but it's usually not the look most men are going for.
When I was growin' up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was just because I didn't know that many kids. All I know is now I feel the opposite.
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It is a sad outcome but really the fault is with the cyclist.
Everyone should know not to swerve your vehicle excessively to avoid a rabbit, roo, or other animal.
It puts you in danger in lieu of them. A peck on the helmet isn't going to hurt you. He just stuffed up. Did the wrong thing and didn't get the chance to learn from his mistake.
It is magpie season here now. They only swoop for about 6 weeks during the spring when their young are hatching. The rest of the year they carol and sing to us. They are wonderful.
Oh and I should add that they never swoop their friends, as in people that they know or love.
Lost a few good mates before puberty and a lot more after that.
But that is just life here down under.
...and every where else I assume.
"Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read." Frank Zappa 1980
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grralph1 wrote: But that is just life here down under.
...and every where else I assume.
Ummm .... I can't remember a single friend, or even colleague that I've lost to "bird attack" in the UK. We did have a cat that was chased away by blue tits, but that's about as close as it gets.
It's possible that Oz is alone in this!
Sent from my Amstrad PC 1640
Never throw anything away, Griff
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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I lost a friend to a turkey buzzard.
Admittedly, that's kinda what happens when you're flying a fighter jet and hit one, and you're too low to the ground to do much but crash.
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Granted. We may be alone on this.
We have heaps of nasties and are proud of it.
But blue tits.
Gees I live in Canberra where it is really cold and have never been attacked or confronted with these scary things.
"Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read." Frank Zappa 1980
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Blue Tits are quite common in Scotland in the winter months, especially once the clubs have closed...
Sent from my Amstrad PC 1640
Never throw anything away, Griff
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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Yeah - he really should have been thinking rationally and logically and acted with more emotional control while being attacked by a swooping magpie.
People don't work like that.
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Chris Maunder
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Not to mention the gentleman was 76 years old. His reaction time is slower, and he's a lot more concerned about spilling the bike since it's going to hurt a lot more than it does when your 26.
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Wise up young man.
We live in a universe the entire objective of which is to kill us, lest we should eventually, in the far future, perhaps, maybe turn into intelligent life.
Go ask the dinosaurs.
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Chris C-B wrote: in the far future, perhaps, maybe turn into intelligent life.
<looks at people to my left> …
<looks at people to my right> …
Won't happen!
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
-- 6079 Smith W.
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You mean this whole thing with the dinosaurs was that they were becoming too smart?
I knew it! Super Genius Evil Dinosaur!
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Chris Maunder
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Chris Maunder wrote: You mean this whole thing with the dinosaurs was that they were becoming too smart?
No, they start riding bikes and their downward spiral started.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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Dinosaurs don't ride...
Oh.
Smartarse.
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Chris Maunder
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there once was a codewitch named honey
who coded for love not for money
her b trees were seen
to be clever and lean
though some things that she said came out funny
possessed by a demon some said
or parsing had scrambled her head
whatever it were
it made her cats purr-
fectly happy to sit on the bed
ah the pot roast she made was sublime
and she made it a lot of the time
with potatoes of red
and garlic it's said
sweet parsley rosemary and thyme
sage advice she would give to her peers
from the beautious mess twixt her ears
keep your if statements tight
and do your loops right
or your codebase will end up in tiers
here's to coding and keeping it sunny
and gravy that isn't too runny
and now if you will
raise a glass of good swill
to the codewitch we all know as honey
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oh my, I'm flattered.
When I was growin' up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was just because I didn't know that many kids. All I know is now I feel the opposite.
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