MUMMY DOLPHIN PRESENTS HER TWINS TO BRUNSWICK HEADS

Been awhile since I posted to GOOGLE BLOGGER. But the news from BRUNSWICK HEADS is that, well, "MUMMY DOLPHIN" has presented us with twin bambinos, yep, 2 little dolphins are staying close to mummy, one has a bent dorsal fin, you remember mummy dolphin?

Here is a photo of her and a 'little' one several years ago. WE recon she has delivered at least (8).

Anyway, just yestaday she brings two little ones into the BRUNZ RIVER to teach them how to fish. I cant remember how many times her, and other mothers, have ventured into the river with young ones. This photo is a bit 'iffy', but you will make out a little one with a bent dorsal fin, you can always tell mummy by the chomp out of hers.

You can see a little video on johnfarlsbrunz YOUTUBE channel, it's called; "lone dolphin catching fish", or something, regards, john f. AUSTRALIA

JOHN D FARLEY, MY CRAPPY SNAPS

SPOT THE BARREL

WAITING, WAITING, VIAGRA PLESE.

YEP, A THOUSAND PICTURES TELLS A WORD, (CRAPPY). I am slowly building up a photo album on www.johnfarlsbrunz.com, keep you posted, the ones enclosed, are, well, kind of "tongue in cheek".

WHALES OF BRUNSWICK HEADS

The annual east coast whale migration is nearly over. All the humpback whales are heading for southern waters. My hope is that they will all come back.

I managed a trip on the good ship; www.byronbayecocharters.com last week. Conditions a little bleak, but we managed to find a mother whale and her, (not so), little calf.

www.johnfarlsbrunz.com, see my story; "whales of Brunswick Heads".

DICKIE KNEE, THANKS JOHN B.

Remember "DICKIE KNEE"?

Well I 'bumped' into the little bloke a coupla' days ago, who is he you say? You had to be there, remember "HEY, HEY IT'S SATURDAY", go on 'GOOGLE".

Anyway, there I was taking some photos on my beloved Brunswick Heads south wall, you know; "THE ROCKY BOARDWALK". And there in my image viewer appeared a little blue hat, "bugger me it's Dickie Knee". What a scoop. I met the GOVERNER GENERAL OF AUSTRALIA coupla' days ago, got some photos of her also, lovely lady, we are very proud of her.

WHICH STORY IS TRUE?, (one / both / none).

FLAT AS SHiT CARTERS HAT.

Typically; "Dunny Carters Hat, Night Soil Carters Hat, Shit Carters Hat, Poo Carters Hat, Night Carters Hat, Dunny Can Carters Hat. Well, the anology simply denotes that; if the Brunswick Heads bar mouth is as flat as the above hat(s), it's safe to go fishing.

NIGHT CARTERS HAT, AL LA FISHEN’
John D. Farley, © 2009.

When the sea is flat, like a shit carters hat, it’s time to down the tools.
McKeag and me will launch the boat, you see in our town, well folks, the fishen’ rules.
A block of ‘pillies’, our trusty rods, some ‘occie’ Maybe out there we will ‘spotya’.
Listen for the sound of 115 horses, no, not a stampede, it’s our trusty steed the ‘Gotcha’.

Bond wood, clad with fiberglass proud as punch she takes us.
Through the Brunswick ‘Walls’, out to the ‘local reef’, “around the pot holes McKeag, hey mate don’t shakes us”.
So we drop the ‘pick’, we sets the rods, and compulsory bit of ‘coolite’ float is cast.
Very soon the ratchet whirrs, “hey Keggie were fishen’, get out the gaff, the fun’s about to start”.

Well, not always is the pace so frenetic, there is days we wait, then there’s day we get real hectic.
Just to be on the briny, kicking back and reminiscing, folks, this seems to be eclectic.
“Hey old mate what about old “Walleye”, biggest bastard I’ve ever seen”.
“You pulled him up from 40 fathoms, brown and awesome, teeth with unholy gleam”.

Our faces turned white, and, while our duds turned a different shade.
“But you had to have your moment of glory McKeag, the moment I will never trade”.
We cogitate and think about adventures nature had us subjected too.
How we nearly sunk the “Gotcha”, the rains came down, we nearly drowned, the things that we both went through.

We reflect upon the massive catch of Mackarel we hooked upon the local.
What to do with our ‘fishy bounty, makin’ money was the point real focal.
Market down, prices crap so a sales journey we did venture.
WE crawled from Tweed Heads to Billinudgel, we sold the fish, we got pissed, boy what a great adventure.

We talk about, what comes about; you will gauge by this little yarn.
Coupla’ days, she’ll be right, so one more day wont harm.
Stuff the workload, we’ll be there tomorrow, right now were on a mission.
“If you accept these terms then hang about”, ‘cause McKeag and me have ‘gorn fishen’.

John D. Farley, © 2009.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN OLD FART

A COUPLA’ DAYS, in the life of an old fart.
Not much happened really, took a video of a Whale just off “THE WALLS” at Brunswick Heads, ‘Mummy Dolphin and the Baby’ paid their daily visit, booked a ticket on the XPT to visit my little family at TUGGARAWONG, had a Chards or two.

Bought some lamb chops for tea, (mint sauce, mash potato’s, peas, another Chard), not bad for an old bloke on a pension.

Went to assist with me mates from the NSWFB, (burnt out Hitler’s revenge), attended a training night with my SES. Made a couple of ‘crappy movies’ and posted them to ‘Net, changed me sheets, made me bed. I really do make me bed on a regular basis.

Updated my web site, fixed the CPU blower fan, rolled a smoke, (silly old bastard), had a Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc.

OH, what else, “GOOGLE”---- (johnfarlsbrunz), that’s what I did last week.

If that takes your mind of crappy things, I’m a pleased, john f.