As I watched peacock butterflies drink from the flower of the
buddliea, I could see their heads nodd, obviously dipping their
probiscis into the well of nectar.
Here is a nodding donkey:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nodding_donkey
It's head goes up and down. I've seen them in the US, usually in
oilfields that have passed their peak production period.
Due to pesticides etc, there are only 56 species of butterfly left in the UK.
umm. I shall re-write and expand, maybe. who knows.
Roger
On 27/07/06, Patrick Mc Manus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Roger have you been drinking what the hell on perch doing up in Buddliea
> Donkeys as well ??has this man lost his faculties (not sure how to spell
> that!)and petrol tanks what sort of Buddliea gorws in Cambridge
> Patrick nectar breaths P (this is not a crit )
>
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> Subject: snap - the peacock's feast
>
> peacocks perch
> on Buddleia
> nodding donkeys
> such sweet
> succulent trumpets
> humid heavy
> nectar breaths
> thin elegant pen nib dip tipsily
> thick bold-lines soon to be expire
> in browned vellum
> petrol-tank descent
> plantings scarcer by the year
> arid
> dry
> drunkenly blunder through hot heavy molecules
> soon less often
> perch
>
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