Workspace names in Linux Mint

Thanks to Google I found the answer to this (this post in particular) on my first attempt. I doubt I’d have worked it out on my own.

It seems that in Linux Mint (presumably Ubuntu too) that if you have any desktop effects enabled (Preferences / Appearance) then it’s not possible to give your workspaces individual names. i.e. Right-clicking on the workspace windows won’t offer the option to change workspace names unless Desktop Effects is set to None.

Starling investigates the blue tit nestbox

It must be pretty tough being a blue tit. Yesterday there was a magpie sitting on the roof. Today a starling tried to get in through the front door. The blue tit youngsters must still be in there (I saw an adult with food) and presumably the starling can hear them chirping inside. If the … Continue reading “Starling investigates the blue tit nestbox”

It must be pretty tough being a blue tit. Yesterday there was a magpie sitting on the roof. Today a starling tried to get in through the front door. The blue tit youngsters must still be in there (I saw an adult with food) and presumably the starling can hear them chirping inside. If the image below is going to be typical then leaving home for the blue tits is going to be a dramatic business.

I don’t know if starlings predate blue tit youngsters but I’ve no reason to assume they don’t. The starlings have been keeping an eye and a claw on the nestbox all day. I wonder how this one will play out …

 

rude boys

I’ve worked out that at 3 fat blocks, twice daily, I could easily get through 42 fat slabs a week. That’s alot of fat, and a lot of money, so they have to do with a fraction of that. Even so, every time I blink, the feeder is empty. It seems to be mainly the … Continue reading “rude boys”

I’ve worked out that at 3 fat blocks, twice daily, I could easily get through 42 fat slabs a week. That’s alot of fat, and a lot of money, so they have to do with a fraction of that. Even so, every time I blink, the feeder is empty. It seems to be mainly the starlings feeding their squabbling lazy youngsters …

Although the food is there for the taking the starlings prefer to screech to the adults to have the stuff physically shoved down their throats …

Although, occasionally, they still manage to look cute.

The screeching and squawking comes to an abrupt halt however. Not because the fat has run out, but because the heavies arrive …


you wouldn’t want to mess with that stare.

 

housekeeping script to remove dead images

I use mnemosyne daily to learn plant identification and make heavy use of images. All the images are stored in ~dougie/.mnemosyne/images and are referenced from the .mnemosyne config file in ~/.mnemosyne/default.mem. Sometimes I delete cards that I don’t like, are poorly phrased, or have something wrong about them. This doesn’t delete the corresponding image. I … Continue reading “housekeeping script to remove dead images”

I use mnemosyne daily to learn plant identification and make heavy use of images. All the images are stored in ~dougie/.mnemosyne/images and are referenced from the .mnemosyne config file in ~/.mnemosyne/default.mem.

Sometimes I delete cards that I don’t like, are poorly phrased, or have something wrong about them. This doesn’t delete the corresponding image.

I need to write a shell script to scan the default.mem file and extract all the filenames for the image jpegs, then check whether they exist. No, hang it, that’s the wrong way round. Although that would be useful too as sometimes I delete an image but not a card.

Ah, so it has to be a two-way script. Checking for orphans both ways. Are there images that are not in cards? And are there cards that reference images that aren’t there?

I should probably also wait until version 2.x of mnemosyne hits the streets in case there are any layout changes.
 

housekeeping script to keep jpegs manageable

This crops up periodically and it surprises me that with all the free tools you get with linux that there’s nothing (that I can find, at least) that will allow me to keep a folder tree within a manageable size. I did write a shell script to do this but I’ve lost it. With a … Continue reading “housekeeping script to keep jpegs manageable”

This crops up periodically and it surprises me that with all the free tools you get with linux that there’s nothing (that I can find, at least) that will allow me to keep a folder tree within a manageable size. I did write a shell script to do this but I’ve lost it. With a webcam using motion often triggering over 5000 images a day (four times that if it’s windy) I need to have some automated housekeeping to purge the older images.

I think what I had before was something that had a user-definable value (e.g. 5GB) and it would iteratively recurse a directory tree, deleting the older directories until the space taken up dropped below the threshhold. There are problems with this (e.g. accidentally Tagging or touching an old jpeg) that causes the directory time stamp to be updated. But all these thousands of jpegs are piling up and I’ll have to address this sometime soon.

non-printable characters in f-spot EXIF fields

There’s a bug report and short thread on the f-spot mailing list explaining this. Once mysql skills a bit better have a dig around and consider removing the rubbish directly from the database.

There’s a bug report and short thread on the f-spot mailing list explaining this.

Once mysql skills a bit better have a dig around and consider removing the rubbish directly from the database.

Suppertime

I thought it’d be easier this evening. I wore drabbier clothes, and poured flatter beer. I draped the cover over the mini-greenhouse and huddled against its backdrop. I practically disappeared. But the alarm calls of the blue tits where very insistent tonight and they were not for feeding. Time after time I heard the chicks … Continue reading “Suppertime”

I thought it’d be easier this evening. I wore drabbier clothes, and poured flatter beer. I draped the cover over the mini-greenhouse and huddled against its backdrop. I practically disappeared.

But the alarm calls of the blue tits where very insistent tonight and they were not for feeding. Time after time I heard the chicks calling for food and observed the adults doing a bodyswerve. Then Rosie, my big fat black cat came along and decided to curl up at my feet, and things were not looking good.

I saw both adults, and witnessed one getting so fed-up at the abortive attempts at returning to the nest that it ate the supper itself (quite tasty it looked too).

Guilt gained the high ground, and I decided to call it a night. I was perplexed that the birds would be more spooked tonight, when, if anything, I was drabber and more familiar. I was also interested to see both adults together. How do they manage to produce the alarm calls with their mouths full? Then as I lost interest in them, they lost interest in me, and suddenly decided I was no threat.

Good Guys, Bad Guys

The poor old magpie gets a bad press. The truth is, all birds will do whatever needs to be done to ensure survival. Some methods are more overt than others. Some cute, some not so cute. Whatever your survival mechanism, if it involves attempting to raid the nests of (cute) blue tits, then your PR … Continue reading “Good Guys, Bad Guys”

The poor old magpie gets a bad press. The truth is, all birds will do whatever needs to be done to ensure survival. Some methods are more overt than others. Some cute, some not so cute. Whatever your survival mechanism, if it involves attempting to raid the nests of (cute) blue tits, then your PR is going to be dented.

Suppertime at the bird table

I’ve been registered on the BTO Nestbox challenge for years and some years I’m more thorough than others. One nestbox is used year after year by blue tits. Blue South as it’s registered with the BTO, perhaps should be renamed Old Faithfull as it never fails to get used. There’s a webcam that sometimes points … Continue reading “Suppertime at the bird table”

I’ve been registered on the BTO Nestbox challenge for years and some years I’m more thorough than others. One nestbox is used year after year by blue tits. Blue South as it’s registered with the BTO, perhaps should be renamed Old Faithfull as it never fails to get used. There’s a webcam that sometimes points in the general direction but it’s rather a hit or miss affair.

But sitting quietly outside, with beer in one hand, and camera in the other, I am soon rewarded …

Blue tit returning with foodHe (she?) is nervous at first, as he knows I’m sitting there. For a few minutes I was feeling guilty as I could hear the chicks crying for food inside and the adult made a few approaches then flew away again with a series of loud alarm calls. In previous years they’ve soon accepted my presence. When the adult returned for the 3rd time I decided if he spooked out again I’d leave the scene. He didn’t and I managed to get a few nice photos in the fading light.

Meanwhile on the bird table I could see a Jay munching through the dish of the day. Shy birds, I’ve seen them around, but usually fleetingly, and easily spooked. They must be hungry as I managed to get quite close and it seemed remarkably unperturbed. I’m pretty sure it knew I was there as my fieldcraft is not something that would impress Ray Mears.

and getting stuck in …

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