There's been at least one hoopoe around The Bungalows since we got here. They are lovely looking birds. Molly will appreciate them when she gets here because they feature in a musical scene in In The Night Garden; (or maybe not - she tired of that programme quite quickly: it's very repetitive and essentially vapid; students on cannabis no doubt love it, and I do wonder if that is the intended audience).
I spotted one in the garden this afternoon, and watched it pull out a grub from beneath the ground with it's long beak, and then, to my delight, saw a young bird run up with beak open to receive it's dinner. I watched them for a while, both parent and child probing the ground with their long beaks. The juvenile wasn't having any luck but every time the adult found a fat grub, the bairn would get it.
A late night last night, mostly acting the fool in DMU. And then a long, long lie in this morning, (the first time I've stayed up past two, and slept past 11 since, oh let me see now... Can't remember!) This because it's a holiday for the Prophet's Birthday, God bless him! They buy gaudy artificial "christmas" trees as part of the celebrations. Apparently, this is all the rage amongst teenaged girls: they decorate the tree and read verses from The Quran to it. There's a PhD in comparative anthropology and cultural studies there, I'd say.
I had a pipe in the early afternoon, I'm going to have another one now, and probably a third before bed. It's my only vice, true enough, but I do worry that my old nicotine addiction is looking greedily at me from the clouds of mint flavoured tobacco smoke...