tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717668650802010242.post6902643729455449224..comments2023-03-03T18:04:53.131+06:00Comments on Village Flute: Watching the WatcherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216902591601657243noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717668650802010242.post-42364304145566036062015-06-06T20:35:37.698+06:002015-06-06T20:35:37.698+06:00Thanks Isabel. Sometimes I think I've lived he...Thanks Isabel. Sometimes I think I've lived here for too long! The basic stuff I can forget to explain. For example, kaka means 'paternal uncle' in Bangla, what he was teaching the bird to say. Yes, I was likewise impressed with Md Foysal for as you put it, doggedly following his passion. All too rare in today's world.Village Flutehttp://villageflute.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717668650802010242.post-44913401232920251652015-06-02T14:49:37.303+06:002015-06-02T14:49:37.303+06:00This story reminds us the rewards of doggedly foll...This story reminds us the rewards of doggedly following your passion. We need people like Md Foysal. By the way the Maori word for a Red-crowned or yellow-crowned parakeet - kākāriki (translation 'green'). I think they are often called "kaka" for short.Isabel McGeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15185028750390392458noreply@blogger.com