Coincidence

That's Sir Lime-a-lot to you!

thanks.  I think I'll pass on the investment opportunity.  Although it does sound like it might be "interesting."  sad about the suicide.

rather than start a new thread, I think I'll hijack this one.

the new topic is parakeets, specifically London parakeets. Feral parakeets. From an estimated population of 500 in 1983, the latest estimate (2012) is 32,000. One poor bloke had to quit filling his bird feeders because parakeets would swarm it and empty in a just a few minutes.

I figured by hijacking a thread limey started he could give us the real scoop on this so we wouldn't have to rely on the lying lamestream media.

Meanwhile, for birders who are intriqued by this subject here's a good wiki: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feral_parakeets_in_Great_Britain

I have been thinking of a blockbuster movie based on this true story. Mutant Parakeet Destroys London!

The general plot is this. A scientist, nickname Dr. Limey, has been working with parakeets to try to save London by making it impossible for them to breed. His goal is to create some food that parakeets can't resist but all other living organisms hate that contains something to render them all sterile.  He has made some progress but discovers, to his horror, one batch has a horrible side effect. Fortunately, it was only fed to one subject.

But that subject grew rapidly until it weighed over a ton. It also developed a very aggreesive personality toward humans and all things created by humans, like cars and buildings. It has already burst out of the lab by growing so big and starts its unholy rampage.

The authorities quickly learn that its feathers are so dense and thick that even armor piercing shells will not penetrate them. Someone advises calling on the US for help.

"What for?" someone asks. "Those guys spent 20 years in Afghanistan spending gazillions and the day before they bailed out the enemy they deposed was back in power."

"Good point," says Dr. Limey, who is mortified his work has led to this.

Nuclear weapons are considered, but cooler heads point out that, while that might take out this bombastic budgie, it will take out everything else.

Dr. Limey goes into a trance. While in that trance, he has several ephiphanies. So many in fact, he wets the bed.

He gets up, cleans up, changes the sheets, and runs into the war room.

"I've had an epiphany!" he yells.

"This bird may not be incapable of siring or bearing offspring (I can't recall if it was male or female), but there is no mate for it anyway! All we have to do is wait for it to die!"

Meanwhile, his assistant, who also happens to be his son, Limey Jr., comes in with more info. He has been assigned to think about the problem.

Dr. Limey quickly explains his good news to Limey Jr. He notices Limey Jr. is not as ecstatic as everybody else. Dr. Limey asks why.

Limey Jr. responds, "The record longevity of a parakeet is 29 years."

The scene slowly fades as all those present realize London is doomed.