Day 217 – Tickle Me Pink

Age is not important unless you’re a cheese. – Helen Hayes
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture is ready for your guessing pleasure. Do you know? Can you tell? Come back tomorrow for a surprise when I reveal the mystery subject’s identity!

What Is It?!?

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What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 216)

The first guess was a leaf and so was the second. But it is not a leaf. How about a feather? Ding ding ding! Yes, what you saw was a parrot feather. We had the pleasure of chatting up a storm with Shana, our friends’ parrot, for the last four days and this was one of her feathers. Great guess vastlycurious! 🙂

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25 thoughts on “Day 217 – Tickle Me Pink

  1. When Chance Kinnard went to bed it was cold; but not that cold!
    Chance owned a ‘hell of a doona’ and no matter how cold it got it would always keep him warm.
    He always turned off the central heating at night, partly because he was a cheapskate, and partly because he got too hot under that spectacular doona.
    His two dogs had lovely thick coats but they would always end up under the doona with him as the warmth slowly oozed out through the cracks in his ancient abode.
    Two dogs plus spectacular doona equalled a lot of heat so occasionally he would have to throw the doona off for a few seconds.
    He slept in his birthday suit which helped a bit but it got a bit tricky on entry.
    The dogs wondered why he always made strange noises when his naked flesh hit the cold sheets.
    Chance lived in what used to be a temperate rainforest so although it got quite cold in the winter it rarely ever snowed.
    When he got up that morning and looked out of his window what he saw was not snow, but ice. Several feet thick in places, as though God had left the freezer door open.
    He thought about ringing someone to report it but then he decided to go back to bed. The dogs agreed with his assessment of the situation and after taking a wee in the laundry they joined him under the doona.
    “Global warming, my arse”.
    These words hung in the air as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
    The rescue teams found them several days later, looking peaceful but frozen solid.

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