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How intolerable people are sometimes who are happy and successful in everything.


Before I start, I want to say that four am is far too early to have to put up with a whining and grizzling 18 month old.

Here's a kookaburra that I snapped sitting on the power lines in Burnie last month. Most Tasmanians don't know that kookaburra's are actually introduced species here in Tasmania. Given that they love to eat snakes, I'm not complaining too much.


Here's a poem.

There's no earthly way of knowing, by Roald Dahl

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going!
There's no knowing where they're rowing,
Or which way they river's flowing!
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing...

Comments

Unknown said…
Well said... and I find it annoying that the people that need money the least are the ones that sit on it.
Kris said,"Before I start, I want to say that four am is far too early to have to put up with a whining and grizzling 18 month old."

Hmm...I wonder if Ezra, is that "whining" and "grizzling" 18 month old.
A lot of great things going on here...
#1.The poem by Roald Dahl
#2.The Quote...
#3.The Info(rmation) about the
kookaburra, bird...and
last, but most definitely, not least your photograph.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
iqpLENS said…
Wonderful shot...
Chris Wolf said…
love Roald and love the pic
Kris McCracken said…
UH, they are right bastards.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, and it means that everyone is tired for the rest of the day!
Kris McCracken said…
Barbados in Focus, thanks! When I'm with the kids, I don't often get the chance to experiment with the camera (settings wise), but Jen was here when I spotted this guy, so I fiddled with the depth of focus.
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, Roald was a genius.
iqpLENS said…
It was a good boken shot...just right...
Kris McCracken said…
Barbados, I got lucky! ;)

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