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Where all men think alike, no one thinks very much.


We went for a walk the other day and spotted this little bloke lurking on a rock. Henry was keen for a look, but didn't want to get too close and risk losing an arm.

Some thoughts:
  1. Chickens have a certain grace and charm that is far too often overlooked.
  2. Polish food is underrated.
  3. Issues of insecurity dominate the current age.
  4. People are annoying.
  5. All generalisations are false.
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KL said…
Neeeeeeeaaaaatttt...Lovely. Is it really that dangerous!!? Poisonous?
19 March 2009 at 10:16
Babzy.B said…
how do you call this black lizard ?
19 March 2009 at 18:08
Kris McCracken said…
KL, not at all. They're all over the place around these parts. You could pick it up with no problem.
19 March 2009 at 18:50
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, that would be a Saproscincus mustelinus. We call them 'skinks'.
19 March 2009 at 18:51
Baino said…
Oooh I think it's an Eastern Skink. Good Job Henry didn't pick it up, it would have dropped it's tail. I have one in my lounge which likes to well 'lounge' on the router . . .he lost his tail in the summer and has been christened 'stumpy' but not for long . .it's growing back at quite a pace.
20 March 2009 at 08:18
USelaine said…
re: chickens, I might add "daintiness".
20 March 2009 at 09:15
yournotalone said…
I aaaaam annoying - I KNOW THAT
20 March 2009 at 13:00
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, we had a cat that would bring in dozens of these to kill, and then store under my bed.
20 March 2009 at 16:35
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, élan and poise as well. I love chickens.
20 March 2009 at 16:37
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, I wouldn't say that at all!
20 March 2009 at 16:37
Patrice said…
I never have to decide which I prefer on your posts... your photographs, which are glorious - or your writing, which often prompts me to laugh out loud... (And I can tell you that is a rarity in my life.)

Loved the veggies things, too - but I'm quite drawn to this tiny dragon.
21 March 2009 at 00:36
Kris McCracken said…
Patrice, and I am almost ashamed to admit that I never put the time into either (photos or text) that I would really like.

Time is of precious quality at the moment.
21 March 2009 at 08:39
freefalling said…
Polish food is underrated for a reason.
Rollmops.
29 March 2009 at 08:43
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I have always assumed that they were German or Dutch.

To my shame, I tend to steer away from pickled fish...
30 March 2009 at 09:14
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