WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Newton Jr.

Yesterday's scores:

  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes- Mummy went berserk. They had put the boxes of cherrys down from £5 to 10p. So she bort loads an loads of 'em. She duzzent even eet them. She bort them fer the berds!
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score:still suspendid dew to cold indewst dew drops. I hav to protekt my fer, yu kno. /10
  • Day Score: 7.986/10


Do yu remember me tellin yu abowt Newton The Robin?

He hangs out in our gardin. He's kwite frendly an puts his hed on wun side alot. Mummy cald him Newton arfter wun of her teechers at skool, Missus Newton, hoo always walkt abowt wiv her hed on wun side tellin peepol to get into singol file (to wich Mummy an her frend, Jo, sed, "Ther's ownly wun ov me!")

ENYWAY. Newton now haz a bayby Newton! He brort him rownd an introdewst us, so I tuk his foto. HE has his hed on wun side alot too.

I've wotcht sum other robins, an they don't do this harf as much as theez do. Duz this meen they ar (a) mor intelligent (b) mor short-sited or (c) mutaytid?


Newton Jr.

-Bob-Robins don't get their red wayste-coats till they're teenaigers. Wen they're littol they hav spekols insted, so they can hyde in wiv the sparrows an mud an stuff.

Newton Jr. on our fence, flappin his wings fer Newton to come an feed him werms.

Good, issent he?

Bye fer now!


Arfter my bein-intervewd post yestaday, Pytheas an Meanie volunteerd to be intervewd by me. So keep a look out on their blogs!

I still hav mor kwestchons up my sleev (wich is yello, today, as I spilt tea down my red jumper an Grayum's still swannin abowt in my bloo wun) so let me kno if yu'd like me to intervew yu! Ah go on!


RUTH said...

I bet the birds loved those cherries! I do like your photos; I think Newton is just listening to what you say...and has told his baby to listen too...afterall they probably haven't seen or heard a talking bear before in England.

Meanie the baby dragon said...

Bob: go tu me bwog an dee me anzowz tu yo kwezchunz! Dankz foh duh intuhveuw!

A.Bananna said...

I loved the birds. We do not see beautiful birds like that here.

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Ruth, they wolft the lot! It waz funnt to wotch the yung blakberds gettin them- they struggold a bit, then wotcht the grown-ups to lern. Thay hav a nak- they sort of strip the outer skin a bit ferst, then pek away at the soft pulp.

Mummy is goin to try to mow the lawn today if the rain holds off fer a wile, so we went out an chekt to see if ther wer lots of cherry stones arownd- don't want them flyin up an hittin her in the eye! But we ownly fownd a few. So the rest got eeten. Ther will be lots of cherry trees rownd heer.....


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Wa-heyyy Chuck! That waz grayte fun! Well dun on the arnsers!

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


wat? Nun at all? Maybe they ar all a bit scared by yor hair an ar all hydin. Heeehehehe...


YesBut said...

A belated congratulations for winning YesBut’s Caption of The Week Award

Phytheas said...

Bob, I think the Newtons have got water in their ears and they're tyring to get it out, that's why they have their heads on their side.

Did you find lots of cherry coloured poo in the garden after all the cherries?


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Thanks, YesBut!!!!!!

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Phy, yu cud be rite.

WEN oh WEN will it stop raynin?

Poor berds don't get time to dry out.

Cherry-colourd poo. Oh wow! I never thort of that! I'm off fer my cote an wellies......