The sun warms my face, the sky is cloudy and cool blue and all of the sudden I’m holding on for dear life because a Bigmouth Bass has just snagged my bait. TIM, Kellie, Nathan and Kathleen make silly sounds together. These they lay in the nests of other birds, abandoning their young to foster parents, usually at the expense of at least some of the host’s own chicks. Females forgo building nests and instead put all their energy into producing eggs, sometimes more than three dozen a summer. KATHLEEN finds sounds in water, spoon, orange juice and yoghurt. The Brown-headed Cowbird is a stocky blackbird with a fascinating approach to raising its young. CHARLI pretends to play musical instruments. NATHAN makes his own silly musical instruments.
#BLOP BLOP WATER SOUNDS SERIES#
Pointing my toes as far as they can stretch, I kick them into the cold water and then try to lift the water up with my feet. Silly music is the forty-fifth and last episode from Hi-5 Series 2. A strong, warm sandy summer breeze blows past and the bobber bounces up and down quickly with the waves. With a thrust, the hook lands in the water. Grab my pole with a simple line and brass J-hook, slide that bait on it, attach a round, red and white bobber. Whomp, I’ve sat down and to my left sits the box, which I open up and pull out a fake glittery-green-neon rubber worm. First my left foot then my right foot, I remove my sandals and place them on the edge of the dock for a soft spot to sit on. I have my trusty plastic red tackle box in one hand and my simple fishing rod in the other.Ī classic wooden boat is tied catty-corner to the dock making a blop-dop-blop-dop-blop-dop sound as the waves rock it gently, letting it drift on the rope and by tension it is pulled back again to the dock’s anchoring stud. Domp-flup-domp-flup-flop-flop-flip-flop-flip-flop, a run becomes a casual walk.
I was wiping my bum and getting ready to get up off the loo, pull up my pants and denim crop pants, flush. Just seeing that boat inspired these words.ĭOMP-DOMP-DOmp-DOmp-domp-domp, the sound of feet running down the planks to the end of the dock. PLOP, PLOP, PLOP, BLOP, BLOP, BLOP, BLOP, PLIP, PLIP, PLOP, BLOP, BLOP, PLOP I was now done and it was a relief meanwhile the woman next to me was still dropping poo out of her bum as I could hear plips and plops every couple of seconds. I was reading Dan Erickson’s post, “the beauty of simple,” and saw that picture above.
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