We have herd.
Latest trend in lawn ornaments.
Why did the deer cross the road?
Why, to get to my other blog, of course!
It's Sunday, so don't forget to LEAP on over to Ragzedge for your Maxim of the Week.
That's it for today, my deers.
Must go pack now as am heading west to Vancouver. Leaving on a jet plane tomorrow noon; back in 4 weeks' time. Will probably have something to blog about whilst west.
Was that the "Group of Seven?
ReplyDeleteActually, I think it was the "Group of Ate".
ReplyDeleteSee you soon!
What a wonderful moment in time. Thank you very much for taking the pictures and sharing them !
ReplyDeleteBelieve me this could have been home, back in Germany, as the forest is close enough to see them as well throughout day/night.
sigh
Thank you as well for the nice memories. Guess it's probably impossible to see them here in Athens.
Wishing you a very wonderful time and a nice start into the new week as well.
The group of ate ????
ReplyDeleteBut what ate they ???
The hungry herd ?
Have you herd ?
I have heard...
The word
Of the herd
The herd word
I have heard
It was a bird
Who sang
The word
And the herd heard
Ah, have you herd
I have herd
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Actually, we have herds of wild boars in these parts, and they keep tearing up the turf all over town... Have a fine trip on that five or six hour flight... are the drinks free at least ?
:-)
Hi Robert,
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to be able to bring you some associative, happy memories of your past. The deer have only been coming down to our property, and into the village since last year so they're still a novelty to us. They're pretty nervous and wary so we can't get close to them, and I don't have a good camera, but it's fun to try to get a "shot" of them. Luckily, there's no hunting permitted in the village!
You've been photographing that other kind of "wild life" that is to be found too readily in big cities.
Thanks for your best wishes. I wish you a satisfying week with many happy moments as well.
Owen. Owen? BrOwen!
ReplyDeleteWhat have you been imbibing? Or are you doing a version of that great classic from the
'60s..."Well a bird bird bird, bird is the word,
Awella bird bird bird
bird is the word"...etc. Are you familiar with that one?
It's sweet how you saved your very best poetry for your big sister.
:-D
Free drinks in flight? Hah! You have to pay for EVERYTHING now, including crappy headsets that they used to give out. Free non-acoholic bevs is as good as it gets.
We leave here at 11:30 a.m. and arrive there 8 1/2 hours later. Then there's another 1 1/2 hours on public transit to get to my mother's place. A slushy/snowy send-off here and a rainy delugional welcome there is promised. I'm just happy to be going!
Stay away from those wild boars. I bet they love tender toad meat.
Owen, you toad--you were croaking! Yes, here, all over my lovely quiet blog. I woke up at 4 this morning with the sudden realization of what you were up to! Good thing you live on the opposite side of the pond.
ReplyDeleteWhen one is a toad,
ReplyDeleteOne can only hope
To croak all night long
To croak and soak
In the pond...
:-)
Croak, soak,
ReplyDeletenot go broke
A warty bloke
can only hope
not to croak
before his time
but croak
all night
whilst in his prime,
happily ensconced
deep in slime
reciting poems
of the kind sublime.
I hears ya BrOwen.
Have been pondering a comment...
ReplyDeleteOh, so now you're pondering down by the pond with the ponderer! I hope you have a good pair of earplugs with you, Saj. Mr. Toad tends to ponder rather LOUDLY once he gets going.
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