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Jeremy left this morning for his overnight trip.
shortly afterwards, I lost two nails. I never bite my nails. This is a sign.
Just gotta make it till tomorrow night. Just gotta.
Based on the painting The Biting Pear of Salamanca by Ursula Vernon . Also seen occasionally in an urban environment as the LOL WUT pear
Suite au nouveau règlement, à partir de février, seules les 1000 dernières photos resteront en ligne. Si vous voulez continuer à suivre les photos de mes ongles, vous pouvez retrouver l’ensemble de mes photos ici : plus.google.com/u/2/collection/Q1ttPF
Following the new regulation, from February, only the last 1000 photos will remain online. If you want to continue to follow me and the pictures of my nails, you can find all of my photos here : plus.google.com/u/2/collection/Q1ttPF
The flies were biting mirserably this hot afternoon. The cows kept standing close together and walking so close they were brushing up against each other. Its my belief they do this so the flies have less chance to bite that shielded side. Thats pretty smart!
I wiped out in soft sand near the end of the long Paris-Dakar piste from Assa to Smara I think I was just too tired to try to stay upright anymore, and certanly too tired to lift the bike up without Steve's help.
I woke up from a sunday morning nap and went to the kitchen for a drink and heard frantic chirping in the garage.
So, in boxers and all, I went out to the garage to see what was causing the ruckus because it wasn't a normal bird call that we hear in the garage.
I looked around and found nothing, but could hear it screaching from the front of the garage, so I went to see if it was behind the trash barrels, and thought maybe it was in the can when I couldn't find it.
Sure enough, this little Cardinal Flew into my garage and fell to the bottom of the trash, under a bag and a box. it was frantically trying to fly back out. I reached in, grabbed it up and of course, had to come in the house to show Cathy before returning it to it's frantic parents which were coincidentally trying to fight me off as the baby got louder and more verbal.
While inside, I grabbed a point and shoot to get a couple decent shots quickly as to not stress it out much more than it was.
SO, I took it back outside, took a handful of photos and put my hand near the ground and the shrubs and the bird must have realized at that point that I wasn't going to hurt it and calmed down.
I opened my hand, it called a few times to the parents, the parents returned with their calls and it just sat in my open hand for a minute or two before the parents came closer through the shrubs calling it to come to them.
Finally, the poor little baby cardinal was reunited with it's very loving parents!
I'm not sure how long it was trapped. but our ordeal only lasted less than 5 minutes.
It could have been much worse for this little creature as tomorrow is trash day.
Thankfully I heard it screaming when I went for a drink.
My Martin Parr style pic of the week! Onlookers watching with bated breath as Escapologist Danny Hunt escapes from a double padlocked 'iron mask' while wearing handcuffs, in a nail-biting display.
26/3/08
Et voilà je me suis encore bien sucé les doigts ! Y a 2-3 mois, je suçais les doigts de mon autre mains qui avaient les ongles longs et ceux-ci étaient rongé. Maintenant c'est l'inverse, je suce ceux-ci et ronge l'autre main
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