Saturday 8 March 2014

Attitudes


"I'm beautiful.  There's no question about it, I'm incredibly beautiful - and intelligent and attractive, and.... everything a lady pheasant could want of a mate.  Compared to that idiot on the other side of the glass, I'm.... gorgeous."

"Come on then....  If you're looking for a fight, come and get it."

"Go away - I don't fancy either of you."

The birds may think that spring's in the air, including the teal on Lochan nan Al; pity no-one has told the weather.
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  1. Derryck Morton9 March 2014 at 07:50

    Looking for Lochan nan Al on the map; can you point me in the right direction?

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  2. Jon9 March 2014 at 15:17

    Lochan nan Al, the lochan of the brood or young, is the small lochan on the foreshore just beyond the shop.

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  3. Anonymous2 July 2014 at 21:39

    nearly there, Lochan nan al, the notebook does not allow for accent or grave in the Gaelic spoken word.
    english nearest would be: small loch of broods.
    No young, no THE, no capital A for al.

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