Trouble is, they're such creatures of habit after a while they'll be doing it because they think that's how it's done.They were all supposed to survive a Qld summer but last year was so hot they didn't make it.
I'm quite sure they're messing with me. They don't even hurry any more. They know perfectly well I'm unsteady on the hill & have to take it carefully! So they saunter along as if out for a Sunday stroll & casually hop back over the fence when they've a mind to!
Live will always out do recordings, no matter the genre. But for work, if I hear lyrics, I'm distracted, whereas classical music supports my concentration.
Also, most of neurons are never used so it must mean playing jazz lights up more of the brain than other genres. 'All' of the brain is never lit up.I love the way journalists have leapt onto this obscure bit of research and assumed this is necessarily a good thing.
That's a nice thought
Thank you. They pose for me now, well everyone but Phyllis. Phyllis never stands still.They are such stunning birds Bob and you are able to get such lovely portraits of them
They look like paintings! I'm in awe.
They are definitely messing with you. They are smart enough to know your limitations. Mine know that my and Mrs BY Bobs abilities are very different. I have watched them toy with her in a way they never could with me.They were all supposed to survive a Qld summer but last year was so hot they didn't make it.
I'm quite sure they're messing with me. They don't even hurry any more. They know perfectly well I'm unsteady on the hill & have to take it carefully! So they saunter along as if out for a Sunday stroll & casually hop back over the fence when they've a mind to!
