Hawky Flap Flap – How this website got its name.

There is a story in the paper today about a Golden Eagle, with a picture of one sitting on a park bench, wings extended to demonstrate just how enormous it is.

It reminded me of the time I was driving in the countryside with a friend and she thought she had seen a Golden Eagle. Not actually up in the air but on the ground; landed apparently in a grassy field and only visible momentarily through a gap in the hedge as we were passing.  

Overcome with excitement and flustered by the urgency with which she wanted to convey the spectacular news to me, she groped around in her brain to try to find the right words.

Her: Err, Oh my god I’ve just seen a… a…. you know. . . a big one. . .  a big bird. Ohh . . . come on…  You know, err… HAWKY FLAP FLAP!

Me: Hawky flap flap!? 

What the fuck are you talking about?

What . .  a bird of prey?

Her: Yes, but you know, a massive one.

Me: What like a Golden Eagle or something

Her: Yes exactly – A Golden Eagle. 

Me: Where?

Her: Through the hedge back there.

Me: Ok.

I stopped the car and reversed a short distance back up the lane to where she claimed she had seen the magnificent bird of prey through the open gateway.

Me: Where is it then?

Her: There.

Me: That’s not a Golden Eagle.. . . it’s a fucking rabbit! 

Her: Oh yeah. 

Me: Hawky flap flap my arse.

David Attenborough’s going to be shitting himself.