Knowing I, Knowing Thee, Aarrrrhhhhaaaaaarrrrrrrr.

Today, September 19th, is "Talk Like a Pirate Day".  How ironic that my good lady wife is (in her own words) as sick as a parrot.  Doubly ironic, as there seems to be an ornithological undercurrent to this non-diurnal journal.
I was prompted to jot these thoughts down as YARK (Yet Another Red Kite) swooped towards the window while I was wondering whether it would be reasonable to experiment with creating Access Control List entries automatically, based on a manager's IT resources request for a new employee.
In other bird-related news, yesterday I drove within 20m of a buzzard that was feasting on one of half a dozen dead hedgehogs, within the space of 100m.  I hope any surviving hogs have realised it's not a great place to cross the road.  This morning, our local quartet of bickering starlings were very miffed to see that the mealworms they scoffed yesterday had not been replaced.  As I ate my breakfast, I had the pleasant view of a collared dove, a field sparrow and a blue tit lined up vertically; eating bread, bird seed and nuts respectively.  If I were smarter than the average bear, and a bit less of a Luddite, I might take some photos of my feathered chums and share them with the world.
The grand plans for planting shrubs amounted to nothing, to tonight's chore is to get the bamboo from the front garden to the back, then start digging, planting and watering.  If that gets done in time, I'll be cleaning the conservatory roof.  If the plans are still functioning, I'll be cleaning the windows tomorrow.
Luckily there's sod all on telly before it gets dark, so there's little chance of me getting distracted.  However, the dogs do beg me for a walk, and there's the not-so-trivial matter of probably making the dinner, and definitely eating it.
In all, if I get 30% of tonight's plans done, I'll have done well.
So long, shipmates, and brace yerselves for stormy weather ahead - aaaaaaarrrrrrr!!!