As regular readers will know I don’t always do Kate’s weekly Listography — sometimes because I just don’t get time and sometimes because the subject doesn’t fire me with enthusiasm. But this week Kate is asking us something simple: list the top five keyword searches on your weblog (excepting the name of the weblog and keywords like “blogger”). So I can hardly refuse, especially as whenever I see anyone listing the searches used to find their weblogs they’re usually either a scream or completely unbelievable!
Will mine be any different? In a word, No …
At #1 we have pheasant. Yep really. Four times the number of hits of its nearest competitor! Everyone seems to have liked my December 2009 recipe for Pheasant Casserole.
#2 is the quite shocking pussy porn. I guess, guys, you were sadly disappointed to find this, this or this.
#3 is perhaps the equally worrying, and equally disappointing, dumb blonde.
At #4 we have another search for pornography: osho on porn. But this time it is a serious article.
Finally at #5 we go from the sublime(?) to the ridiculous with the search woodpecker feet. Well, yes, I really did write a post about woodpecker feet!
In the words of JBS Haldane:
The universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
![[40/52] Recycled Cat](https://farm7.static.flickr.com/6098/6217493638_0245a65a59.jpg)
Even the cats were different, and Aubrey could recall when ‘the common English Catt was white with some blewish piednesse sc gallipot-blew, the race or breed of them are now almost lost’ … Aubrey says that Archbishop Laud had been ‘a great lover of Catts. He was presented with some Cypruss-catts, our Tabby-catts, which were sold at first for 5li a piece. This was about 1637 or 1638’. Tabbies are still called ‘cyprus cats’ in Norfolk.![[38/52] The Old Warrior Sleeps](https://farm7.static.flickr.com/6175/6171570785_2752769f1e.jpg)







Biologists and philosophers have pondered for generations the ways in which our modern lives may be disconnected from our pasts, out of synch … When you look beside you in bed, you notice no more than one animal (alternative lifestyles and cats notwithstanding). For nearly all of our history, our beds and lives were shared by multitudes.