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Your descendants shall gather your fruits.


The current record is three blue-tongued lizards and six tiger snakes.

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Carolyn Ford said…
you wrote a lengthy holiday greeting on my blog and i instantly noticed you are from Tasmania! What a surprise since I just visited your lovely Hobart...I am not sure how i earned a greeting from you but, thank you! my best wishes come your way for a very nice holiday season, too...be careful out there among those snakes though!!!! cheers!
Leovi said…
Nice and sweet shot. I would like to thank you for your awesome comment.
I wish you all the best during the holidays to you and those around you. Thank you very much for sharing the beauty of your photos and your words always with good humor.
Hootin Anni said…
Awwwwwwwww, this is just pure perfection. In composition and well...for lack of a better word....sweetness!!

I loved your cut and pasted message you left for me. That was cool. Enjoyed it a lot.

Happy Christmas and Merry New Year.

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Roddy said…
Be careful with the tiger snakes. We have had three across the road in the last couple of days. Two at Palmers and one at Weazels.
eden said…
I saw a big blue tongue lizard this morning in our backyard but didn't able to take photos because he was too quick.

Great shot!

Thank you for the visit and the message you left in my blog.
4U2 said…
What a nice Christmas message you wrote to me! I sincerely hope that you and yours have a nice Christmas and that the new year will be as much nice as possible! Your picture is beautiful, as your photos usually are. Snakes, they, I can well do without, but children, they are wonderful!
Like I said. Merry Christmas and a Happy 2012!
Lina Gustina said…
Thanks for your warm greetings on my blog.

Happy holidays as well and I love your shot a lot!

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Admin said…
so lovely indeed! nice shot out there..happy holidays!

following your blog now..

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Kris McCracken said…
I got the flu for Christmas.

I don't want it.

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