The owner was destitute and couldn’t keep up with the upkeep of the house.
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A Second Meeting
There I was trying to photograph these blue flowers, a variety of plumbago, when an orangey brown thick something crossed my lens.
The thick moth was a hummingbird hawk-moth. I only ever saw one once before, at the time thinking I had spotted a hummingbird (which do not live in the wild in Europe). So this new chance encounter was very lucky. I had no time to adjust my shutter speed and just kept clicking.
Reviewing the photos on my bigger screen at home, I was very gratified to see that I had managed to capture at least a recognisable hawk-moth.
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Brevity Is the Soul of Wit
A teacher of religious education who was also a minister once said to our class: “A sermon can be about anything – but should not be over 15 minutes.” I think this holds true for most orations. If longer most wit (and enjoyment) is in jeopardy.
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Give to the Owl
The local bird park doesn’t charge admission. They ask for donations instead. Whatever you feel is justified and what you can afford.
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Seeing Me, Seeing You
Did I look as scary to the eye as the eye looked to me? What vision did the eye behold?
A Precarious One
Mildred never looked comfortable on this seat. She bent away from the rusty overhang and hence didn’t know that she was slipping. She ended up in falling down into the bottom of the hole, never to be seen again.
I admit I purchased her double. She comes in a pack of five. Which is how I ended up with Mildred and four sets of identical twins: Carlo and Carlito, Ronald and Roland, Clara and Sarah-Jane, Hermann and Herbert.
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I Couldn’t Care Less
Fresh grass. Dry hay. One wife. Ten wives. Who cares?
Life is hard. And then you die.
FOWC with Fandango: Indifferent
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