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Hippopotamus in the veldt.
Hippopotamus above the veldt.
Hippopotamus landed in the veldt.
Caption: Hiccupotamus
Hippopotamus above the veldt.
Hippopotamus landed in the veldt.
Caption: Hiccupotamus
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Sometimes the things that arrive in the sketchbook are best not explained.
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woman sunflower black-eyed susan frog elephant hawk-moth caterpillar badger trumpet watering can cosmos murano glass elizabethan ruff robin crest fence
Or, in the original as we heard it in the garden: “twee twee twee t-t-t-t-teee twee twee trrrrrrrrrt”
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Bird in nest to bird carrying twig: "Idiot! I asked for a #12 twig. You've brought a #14!"
We’ve just been on holiday for a week in Northern Norway with some friends, well inside the arctic circle. We were lucky enough to see the Aurora on four nights. It really is very beautiful there. The dog sledging was horrifically expensive (actually, so was everything.)
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Cheap dog sledging -- a woman is pulled in a wheeled cart, by a collection of dogs of vastly mismatched sizes. The alpha dog has stopped to relieve himself by a sign saying "No Dogs."
Gosh, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Sorry about that.
Anyway, turns out that taking pity on the cute* likkle wood mouses and letting them use our house during the cold spell was not without consequence. After finding mouse droppings on the breakfast table even Karen was convinced that murine check-out time had now arrived. We baited the (humane!) trap with peanut butter, which the little dears love so much that even once the trap door is opened to freedom they’d still rather have just one more little nibble before they go.
Six so far, and counting.
UPDATE: We took about 14 mice away, or possibly two mice seven times each (on average.) Then Karen took two of them a lot further away and now we have no mice at all. The house is quiet and sad again — we miss them. (But not their poo.)
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*oh! But they are SO cute!
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Wood mouse sitting at a table prepares to eat bread and peanut butter, oblivious to the primed mouse-trap around the peanut butter jar.
Winter greetings to all my readers, and non-readers too. Wishing you all a happy and healthy year ahead!
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Woman and polar bear dance in the snow
I’m sending this Viva Monster to help Késia with her thesis defence tomorrow … wishing her lots of good luck!
UPDATE: It worked! Congratulations Dr. Késia!
Here’s something I found coming out of my sketchbook last weekend, sitting quietly in Sylvie’s Café with a hot drink and a slice of cake. Not sure where it came from. Or where it’s going.
We enjoyed an unsual musical act at the Old Fire Station on Friday. Thomas Truax plays songs with an understated, whimsical, often dark humour, with the occasional help of an mechanical drummer (named Mother Superior — you can see her at bottom-right in my doodle.) Also starring were the Hornicator and the Stringaling, and an impressive selection of effects pedals and looping tools. Thanks Thomas!
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whimsical record of a whimsical performance.
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1. King Kong ravages the city.
2. [Label reads: 100% polyester]
2. [Label reads: 100% polyester]