“OK folks, I’ve been DJ Treebeard and it has been my pleasure to man the decks at the 3,457th annual Ent Ball! Time for one last song – everyone on the dance floor, line up, you all know this one!”
(singing)
‘There’s no need to be unhappy,
(dunh dunh dunh dunh dunh),
It’s fun to stay at the’
Bonus photo, for anyone who’s ever wondered what the inside of a hedge looks like:
Part I: British roots / on the fence
Part II: Treehuggers
Part III: STREAKERRRRRR!!!!
Yeah, nah. I am pretty sure those trees are trimmed by humans to not interfere with the powerlines. I’ve only seen trees do that darndle stuff in countries where powerlines run above-ground …
But this opens up the category “humans do the darndest things” which I assure you is endless, infinite entertainment (and worry).
Don’t be such a bloody scientist! Just laugh at the funny trees!
Would you laugh if I made fun of the danrdlnest things rRNA does, especially when we’re talking mutilation by darnlde humans??!
that all depends on how grumpily you explain it
The French have some odd ideas about pruning trees. Here is a blog with some examples:
http://bellifontains.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/pruned-trees-in-the-french-style/
Indeed they do! Thanks for the link.
I am now wondering what percentage of the world’s trees are in a fully natural state, free to hug their friends and celebrate their roots however they wish…
feel free to visit NZ bush. If ever I saw trees do as they please in a darned way, it was here
While on a sailing trip off western Fiordland I scrambled to the top of a tiny island. Everything grew on top eachother to such an extent that at points I realised I was a fair way above the ground. (Similar to experiences I’ve had a walking in old windfall areas, but this time just simply the extent of things growing on top of eachother – the moss covers it all and if you’re not careful you don’t realise you’re not on the ground. I should add this isn’t something most visitors to New Zealand will encounter.)
Speaking of the interior of hedges, there are places I’ve walked that are like a hedge stretching in all directions. You don’t so much walk as try barge your way through the stuff. In one area like that, on the west of Stewart Island, I was left crawling in hip-high tunnels through the base of the dense scrub left by white tail deer. Every so often there would be a point I could crawl on top of the bushes to look around and see where I’d crawled to! It was more like caving than anything else.
thanks Grant for describing what I was too lazy to do (and may have featured in my blog already …)
Also I am nearly in tears as I don’t want to leave NZ 🙁
Aww, shame you’re leaving.* When are you going? (To Canada?)
Netherlands, of all places. Canada would have been very bearable, but will have to make do with low swamps for the next 2 years.
For two years it ought to be bearable 😉 I did my Ph.D. at Cambridge – so flat that this Kiwi kid didn’t recognise the Gog and Magog hills as hills after seeing them every day for six months until someone mentioned a Roman road over one of them, then twigged. Ha.
The way I look at it, the first year everything is new. The second you’re starting to see the patterns. By the third it’s familiar. At least you’ll be able to jump on a train in the weekends and travel (one reason I’d still be open to a job in Europe myself).
One more for your collection: square roots.* (Or squared roots depending on your point view.)
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* Obvious mathematical pun noted.
Oh, wow – that is *very* cool!
sorry, when , not where. Thursday. Canada in September, be warned Cath…
This Thursday? Ah, well. Good luck with it. At least you had some time here!