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This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

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... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

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tuesday 29 march 2005

76. Me and birdcalls

Lou et un happeauTo help me find out about animal sounds, daddy and mommy buy me birdcalls and decoys on a regular basis.
It all started with an old birdcall imitating a duck which daddy had bought to attract ducks while
shooting a movie !
I was hooked right away, except I would blow so hard that the thin sheets would eventually become twisted. My parents kept telling me to blow softly, but I was having too much fun generating incredible sounds until the whistle would blow no more. You can imagine the fits of anger that ensued ... to the point that I used the birdcall for a "weight toss" and it broke down.
Since then I've cooled down. Mommy bought another duck-birdcall (which is also almost done for), but she also got pigeon, wren, cuckoo ... and yesterday wild boar ! (or ashtray as I called it yesterday [ in french wild board - sanglier - and ashtray - cendrier - are pronounced in a similar manner ]. I have a feeling this one is gonna help me break decibel records.
By Luc Boland, at 10:22 :: My own world :: #95 :: 2 comments
 
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