A life eating eucalyptus, is so hard.
A life eating eucalyptus, is so hard.
A feast of the meat from the sea, oriental style.
? I do have that of no idea.
Mine favorite hungry, all consuming celestial body within the cosmos! 
I whistle when I do get hot, letting one know that tea time is finally arrived.
Not an woodchuck, yet one that enjoys eating wood, I aid the echo system or can be an disaster. I was almost hunted to extinction, yet now am making a return due unto man has figured out that I am needed. 
So majestic and beautiful, yet thought to be myth for so long, for no Scientist can believe the people for whom actually reside within the regions. Imagine that?
Iconic helmet from that of an known world wide, a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, movie phenomena.
It is said that I have no echo, yet this is false; mine voice does echo, just like any other creature that has a voice.
A silent stalker of the night, ready to pounce in an instant. The swishing tail a warning of when they are winding up. Beware the bare feet, for they are first to be targeted.
No matter the country or the people, a winter wonderland is universal.
I do honestly feel that more cities should bring back the wonders of window shopping and back away from the neon advertising or video's in the front of their stores. The ability to visually see what is offered offers the shopper an experience that can not be had otherwise and will draw them back time and time again.
Viewing this charcuterie board has mine mouth watering and a desire to visit mine local butcher. 
There is something to be said concerning the beauty of natures own creations. This one is that of no exception and I did enjoy revealing the image.
Beep beep, I find that I am still partial unto the original Herbie, yet really like the version of Bumble Bee in turn.
MGM Mascot, king of the jungle, a constellation giant. Yet mine favorite is what an European king who was affectionately known as having the heart of this creature.
Originating in Germany around the 14th to 16th century, my breed was literally named after my whisker like moustache, and colloquially means the same in German. I am known for my silver coat, yet also come in a few other colours. I am very energetic and love both my people as well as others of my species.
Why these are used for mourning, I shall never understand. For I find them so very beautiful.
In modern days, most of these are mass-produced using a process involving melting raw materials, forming a "gob" of molten glass, and then either pressing or blowing it into a mold to create the desired shape. Thus to be able to have, either antique, or newly hand blown, without mold, is a real treat. At least in mine own opinion.
I am the bane of any x-mas tree. The lights and mirror finish or tinkling balls attract my paws like a magnate; hanging there and begging for me to free them from their hanging prison. I must bat and roll them across the floor, and hope, this time, that the silly tree does not fall, sounding the alarm and bringing the humans in the house to stop the fun. 
Mine only question is, does it have a djinni within or is it oil only? 
Everything is better with an cherry on top! 
A female of the Chelonoidis phantasticus, was rediscovered on Fernandina Island in the Galápagos during February of 2019. She single handedly disproved that no, my species has not been extinct since 1906. Yet sadly, Fernanda, who is over 100 years in age, may truly be the last of her species; for no other has been located, as of January of 2025, despite intense efforts to find her a mate.
Okay, with as hard as this one was, reading that of the final picture was worth the pain.
Duunnn dunnn… duuuunnnn duun… duuunnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn.
Yes, the composer is brilliant! Just two repeated notes have been scaring people all over the world for 50 years
I tend to find extra pleasure in completing a puzzle for which is based off of an old tapestry for which was slowly hand stitched together. Not to dissimilar unto the chaining of this type of puzzle. Now as an embroiderer mine self, I know such is not the same, yet there does seem, within mine mind, to be an connection over the crush of time.
