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  • This butterfly used to spend the day hidden behind an old rag hanging on a little rack outside the back door. Every day in the winter I'd see it fly out at about ten or eleven in the morning and sun itself on the wall. Later, if I looked behind the rag, there it was, back in its hiding place. This went on all season. I looked the butterfly up and it turned out to be one that has an orange stripe in winter that turns golden in summer.


    Sure enough, come summer, there was the butterfly at the pond waterfall rocks, with a golden stripe on its wing.

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  • This morning I was just about to go into the parrot's aviary to clean it when I saw two skinks fighting on one of the vertical branch perches. It was a gladiatorial struggle in their world. To me they were small skinks, as long as my finger, but in their world, they were dragons. One was biting the other's head and so I dropped the cleaning equipment and went to fetch the camera. Of course by the time I got back one skink had been victorious and the other had scarpered. The victor was still on the branch.


    I went into the cage with the camera and Louis decided he should pretend to panic at this hideous object of human technology and started peeping as though the aliens from planet Cameradosia were invading.


    The skink eyed me suspiciously. He usually ignores me but I think he was still pumped up from his battle and he'd never had a camera pointed at him before. They're very intelligent and have great eyesight, so he didn't like the look of this round eye lens thing at all. he slowly slithered up to the wire and poured himself through. Goodbye to any hopes of getting a photo of him in the aviary.


    I was about to leave when I saw him arranged along the outside edge of the aviary and so I sidled up to him again for another try.


    He rose up on his little dragon forelegs and eyed me with deep suspicion. I snapped and snapped and he didn't run off. He seems to have felt safer outside than inside the aviary. I suppose this is because inside he would have been trapped with me and my horrible evil eye companion that clicked and flashed but outside he could slip off into the garden if things got scary.


    You can see the piece on his upper hind leg (little bit of pink flesh showing) where his opponent got a bite in while they were fighting.


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  • We were sitting out in the beer garden yesterday and this Red Admiral butterfly kept settling to feed on the dandylions. Even on my trainer:



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  • The river reserve near where I live this morning. You can see a little Springbuck in the distance. There are a few more beyond the trees out of camera view.


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  • Can see your pic now, Heero. Bringing you good fortune, as my father always used to say when they fluttered round him.

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  • Very green, LW. The land is liking all the rain you're getting.

    Yes, everything has gone green overnight and the rain is still hovering low over my world. House is so dark I can't see where I'm going.

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  • I thought it would make itself scarce the moment I got the mobile out to take the shot but it let me get quite close.

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  • They're tame, Heero. Creatures always like me and want to get close, but some are not always welcome!:)

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  • Today Mr Wing had to go and get his passport at an office in a small town about half an hour from where we are. As he was going into the town he saw an engineering works that was restoring old tractors and had two outside as exhibits, an old Massey Ferguson and an old Ford.







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  • I do like nice and shiny things!:)


    It's quite bizarre that very soon most tractors won't be driven by people at all as they all become remote controlled or totally robotic.

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  • Yes, the old stuff is wonderfully mechanical. We have a lot of old steam engines here that need restoring as well. They have done a few. Look fantastic when restored. I love steam engines.

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  • Mr V had to go on a "team building" thing yesterday driving 4x4s in the bush, so here are some pics where you can see what the terrain is like outside of the suburbs in the region where I live. Everything is tinder dry at present and it's cold but with sunshiny days. This place is about 45 minutes drive from where I live.








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  • Very, very dry. That's Africa as I would imagine it.


    Can't they do the team building in one of the golf courses or resorts you've posted about on here before? Bizarre that they go to such a dry, barren place. Although, I am surprised by the amount of trees and other vegetation there.

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  • They love "bundu-bashing" in the 4x4s. They ride the untarred roads and go up bloody hills and down rocks and so on. It's to test the cars and anyway, it's what these guys love to do. For many it's a hobby.


    Mr V had to go because he works for a Chinese company that provides a component. He nearly got killed by lunatic drivers twice coming home :(

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  • Oh dear, but I can understand the driving bit, though. Something not possible in the UK, unless you're in the middle of Scottish Highlands or something. There's just too many people here to do bundu bashing, unless you live in Chelsea and they let rip with their 4x4s all over the place, especially if it involves mowing down a few cyclists.:)

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  • The roads are nuts where I am. No one obeys traffic lights any more so there is a t-bone opportunity every time you cross and intersection. Causes terrific stress while driving and no one keeps to specific lanes, people criss cross lanes and putting on your flicker is more or less a waste of time. That is how Mr V nearly got it. He was flicking and trying to cross to where he had to turn at a really scary bunch of intersecting roads. The guy came up behind him and took no notice of his flicker and almost took off Mr V's wing mirror at top speed. If he'd connected the pickup that was smashed in a recent car jacking would have been smashed again and god knows what would have happened to Mr V.


    I live in a perpetual state of dread that someone will get creamed.

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  • Don't have those problems LW, or not to that extreme. Beyond London, most people obey the rules of the road.

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  • This butterfly used to spend the day hidden behind an old rag hanging on a little rack outside the back door. Every day in the winter I'd see it fly out at about ten or eleven in the morning and sun itself on the wall. Later, if I looked behind the rag, there it was, back in its hiding place. This went on all season. I looked the butterfly up and it turned out to be one that has an orange stripe in winter that turns golden in summer.


    Sure enough, come summer, there was the butterfly at the pond waterfall rocks, with a golden stripe on its wing.

    You could have got it with a fly swat if you were quick enough =O

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  • Garden is full of life today, hornets, black and white striped bumble bees, the Christmas butterfly and dragon flies.


    I was lucky to see one of my faves, the red dragon fly, come and perch over a twig by the pond.


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  • Never seen a red one before, superb pic. It literally is red all over, so much so that you can see the spines in its wings.

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  • It's rare for the garden. There are lots of of the big goldy-brown ones, but occasionally one is lucky to catch sight of the red dragon :)

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  • Great photos.... how do you upload a personal photo (as in one you took yourself)

    I am but mad north north west.. But when the wind is southerly I knowa Hawke from a Handsaw.

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