Quail

The New Zealand Quail by George Lodge

Five days past the summer solstice now and yet the sky remains little darkened at eleven o'clock. The remnants of sunset hung above High Storrs School as I walked home from another quiz at "The Hammer and Pincers". Gone are the days when local pubs would be packed out for quiz nights - when you couldn't find a table and the prize money might top a hundred pounds. Nowadays there are some nights when we wonder if the quiz might happen at all because of poor attendance.

Everybody has some general knowledge in their brains but like other members of my quiz team, I have rather a lot of it. My speciality is Geography whereas Mick knows a lot about films, dates and James Bond. Mike is good with history and Danny, the last to join the team, often surprises us with the random things he knows.

We tied for the top prize with twenty two out of a possible twenty five correct answers. This led to a tie break question which was; "In which year did the New Zealand quail become extinct?" I put 1936 but I was a long way out. It was 1875.

Before human beings first  arrived In New Zealand around 1200AD, it was an unspoilt Garden of Eden. For millennia its flora and fauna had evolved into a beauteous and balanced harmony. Every plant and creature had its place until humans arrived and that includes the Maori people who introduced the Polynesian rat.

Until tonight I had never even heard of the New Zealand quail. Well, we can't know everything.



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Back

 Thank you for all the concern shown. I took a week off for vacation. I’m back. I’m tired, but very happy. I’m full of contentment. How are you all?  I missed you. Fill me in. Regine



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Mini film


I caught this video earlier
And I thought it was an unexpectedly powerful piece of film making
Albeit in tictok form

 

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Sunday 5 am



 I know it’s very early. 
Somewhere just past 5 am
I’m way past sleep and am breathless 
Since covid I’ve not been able to breathe through my nose much.

I get up and make coffee
The pleasure of the smell of percolating coffee still gone. 
And I sit in the living room in silence with only the sound of the wind for company. 
And look around at things 

The knot of houseplants in the window. 
A sketch of an Italian Villa on the wall. 
Coats hanging by the stairs.
Thumb sticks in the umbrella stand.
Stuff.

Barefoot I walk out into the garden, my head bowing under the fragrant free honeysuckle
The wind is loud but I can still hear the bickering crows around the pond to the East
The Wisteria around the gate arch is doing well but won’t bloom for a couple more years yet.
I wonder what those few years will bring
It’s been a long lonely week 

Albert appears 
Looking surprised as always. 
He’s annoyed by something and swishes his tale
I drink my tasteless coffee
And shiver.

Sunday morning.
And no plan for the day.
As yet

Kitchen table, stronger coffee.
The covid swab today is negative
Fucking finally…….




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