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

SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO INDULGE, (ME) IN TODAY

I have tried whales, snakes, lots of stuff. Even some of my crappy poems. You may think the world revolves around my ego, not right. I think about football, cricket, the opposite sex, an occasional wine and taking photos of BRUNSWICK HEADS NSW. I buy the paper to wrap my kitchen refuse in.

I watch the TV, mainly for the programs, that's when I go for a pee, (so I dont miss the commercials). Frequently I sit in front of my PC and hit my websites and gloat about my full and fruitfull life. Looking at trees reminds me of the heat generated from a fire, you know like, what animal can I BBQ now?

I laught at my own jokes, even when there are no audience, (and no idea wot there about), Every time I look at a Thesaurus I think about my piles. I shave once a week, mainly to relieve the itch of not taking a shower. "To much washing weakens you". (LOve that story, you know; "life gets tedious dont it".

Well I am changing all of that, I am having a resurgence, my highly acclaimed and well accepted poems will be found at;

http://www.johnfarlsbrunz.com/

Look for something like 'BUSH POETRY'. Ignore any referances to a naughty page.

I have understood my mind set, read my pissy attempts at rhymming slangy poetry and you understand, yes, it's all about me, "IT'S ALL FOR ME", LOVE YA JOHN F.

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".

THE ROCKY BOARDWALK, SOME SNAKES AND "GEORGE THE SNAKEMAN".

GEORGE THE SNAKEMAN.

This little fella was 6 / 7 feet long.

I'M OUTA HERE.

PRETTY 'AINT I?

JUST LETTING LUNCH GO DOWN.

Down along the "rocky boardwalk", (GOGGLE please), you will meet hundreds of interesting people. Including the resident vermin 'cleaning machines'. Keep your distance, they will just slither away. Antagonise them and you get bitten. The brown snake, (you see), is just that; an EASTERN BROWN SNAKE, one bite and you are it deep shite. I called "George the snakeman", (above), but the brown snake just went 'bush', safe.

There were dozens of holiday makers jumping out of the way, just remember they are just trying to get away, but beware.

The mottled snake is a "carpet snake", pretty harmless, they are numerous along the breakwalls of Brunswick Heads, back in the 'hills' they can be known as the Queensland rock python, they will grow to 6 meters long.

MOHAMMED AND THE FISH

MOHAMMED AND THE FISH, VIZ A VIZ, THE ROCKY BOARDWALK.

John D. Farley©, 2009. (Yes, like all my crappy poems, it did happen, like real time, like now).

No, folks of MUSLIM leanin’, copyright for the big bloke is not my meanin’.
It’s for the fish he gave me out on the BRUNZ wall just today.
“Here John”, he said, “this feed is for you”, like, what can I say.
Catholic am me up bringing, but not much a believer can we note.
But MOHAMMED, well, he is MUSLIM, but for me he’s just an ordinary bloke.


Now then, who is the MOHAMMED to whom that I infer, and respect.
You may think it’s typical ‘johnfarlsbrunz’, bushy prose, crappy I expect.
So I will tell you a little story, on the rocky boardwalk, it happened just to day.
It’s about a simple gesture, a humbling nod, thanks without measure; from you I expect no pay.

Other people were present, DEBBIE, WAYNO, just chatting away the day.
We talked about life in general, our lives and where they stay.
We saw our first whale, spaslin’, bashin’, way down towards BYRON CAPE.
Every season we wait this occasion, “their coming north”, on the head the hairs and on the nape.

Debbie ‘plants her flowers’; she will give a silent prayer. Wayno and me just talk fishen’, trying to out do each other, we are blokes, so I guess that’s only fair.
“Have you seen the schools of mullet, upstream they are bound”. “Didn’t the rocky boardwalk, and, the sand dunes get a hefty pound”.

Then down the ‘boardwalk’ comes the little MUSLIM bloke.
And so we are, the gang of four, a rag tag bunch, a bunch of village folk.
Some friendly banter, time of day, then our prophet settles down to fish.
You see him silently give a prayer, “dear God, a fish is what I wish”.

Wont tarry now, from the briny came a creature slimy, “here John this ones for you”
“I accept your generous gift”. It’s in the bag, now it’s in the fridge, MAHOMMAD, you’re a jewel. It was that simple gesture from a little psychic bloke.
MOHAMMED, is his namesake, a person of the earth, but my MAHOMMAD is just a bloke, he is one of the VILLAGE folk.

John d farley©, 2009.