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(My) Photo of the day, Or, On the natural wonders of Geilston Bay



I have had an extraordinarily busy day today, so I've had to dig into the grab bag of pictures and fished out this summer shot of a creature slowly moving across our backyard.

Somehow Jen conjured up this varmint out of a couple of balls of wool. Unfortunately, she'll have to be punished for such witchcraft.

UPDATE

If you have clicked on the comments, you will note that Jen has posted a link to the pattern for this turtle. I thought that it might be best to bring this into the post itself. So, as my lovely and talented wife has pointed out, anyone interested in knitting their own turtle can find the free pattern here!
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Olivier said…
superbe cette tortue ;o)) elle est amusante. J'aime beaucoup

superb this turtle ;o)), it's fun. I love
20 May 2008 at 03:06
blackie said…
hey I think I've seen that little dude or one like him somewhere before. He is a tough little nut capable of surviving extreme wet and windy conditions...in the washing machine. Doesn't mind having his leg chewed either
20 May 2008 at 08:30
Kris McCracken said…
I had heard that he'd made his way to South Hobart. I'm glad to hear that he's taking a good battering, as all toys should!
20 May 2008 at 08:58
Unknown said…
I love turtles and he is cute!
20 May 2008 at 12:57
jen said…
thanks. anyone interested in knitting their own turtle can find the free pattern here!
20 May 2008 at 14:27
vero said…
This turtle is very very nice!!
21 May 2008 at 03:51
Dina said…
What a sweet turtle. Thanks Jen. Now, if you could just teach me how to knit . . .
21 May 2008 at 16:29
Helen said…
Ah Kris - you are a lucky man. You married a knitter! I'm so making that turtle. Thanks for the link to the pattern Jen.
23 May 2008 at 01:59
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