Day: March 23, 2021
“Radio Treasures” Continues Our Feature on the 80th Anniversary of Cullen Pipe Band
“Radio Treasures” Weekly Show is on air tonight (Tues., 23rd March 2021) on Cork Music Station from 9.30 to 11.00 (Irish Time)…And in the USA due to Daylight Saving Time – Eastern Time Zone – we begin in the USA at 5.30pm now that there is only 4 hour difference until end of March. Feel most welcome to contact the Show on corkmusicstation@ gmail.com or on Text/WhatsApp 086 825 0074 or check out the Seán Radley Facebook. Tap on the images to enlarge. (S.R.)
Our main feature tonight at 10pm is truly historic in that we celebrate the 80th Anniversary of Cullen Pipe Band. We listen to the magnificent music of the renowned Band and we chat with Coordinator Supreme – Con Houlihan who has devoted such amazing talent, time, energy and nspiring dedication to Cullen Pipe Band over many decades. Tonight we broadcast the second of three Interviews with Con…See picture below of Cullen Pipe Band in 1956 (kindly shared by Con Houlihan). While this is our main focus tonight we shall also include some regular features and call outs. Happy listening ! (S.R.) Here we share a selection of images from Millstreet Museum Pictorial Archives as well as some current pictures.
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Eily’s Report – 23rd March
Dia is Mhuire díobh go léir a chairde, and welcome to my weekly report.
This week I have to admit that I befriended the crow. I took pity on him, (so few people do) I told myself that he has to have a life that he too wants to meet a partner, build a nest and rear a family as his forebears have been doing since time began. I like to give my spare food to the birds ,one crow waits on the wire and when I throw it out he will call all the others. They come in droves and in no time the place is picked clean. One fellow seemed a bit different from the others I don’t know why but for the past number of days he had been hovering around a little lady crow. As the days went on they seemed to distance themselves from the main flock. At times he would do a little dance around her with one wing fanned out along the ground as he uttered some crow sounds. Just like you’d see on a David Attenborough program. Alas she often pretended she didn’t know he was there and she would eat her fill and wing it off to the next feeding ground over the hedge. But they must have reached an agreement because he was busy in my garden since then collecting dry matter to build his home in the rookery at the far off side of the valley. I couldn’t believe how far he had to go with his overpacked beak of his building material. ‘t’would be over half a mile around the road but not to him, he took the route as the crow flies. They still come for my scraps, steal some of my birdseed and some day I imagine they will be back with a flock of their own to clean up my lawn.
