More Orang Utans

I just wanted to highlight Isobel’s post that I re-blogged this morning, it’s something that I feel passionate about so if you could just take a look at these beautiful creatures and go over to sign on the link from earlier it would be wonderful. http://isobelandcat.wordpress.com/2013/05/14/save-the-orangutans/

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We like it here, but it would be better if there was enough food and nice trees deep in the forest.

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Here is our forest

My cousin is hiding up there, he has darker fur than I do because he chooses all his own food!

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This is a friend
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Will you help to make sure that the baby grows up to have babies too?

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Can you see all those rows of trees? They are taking over our habitat and we need help so that we can survive.

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With credit to Ross and Lori Hall and Lindy Campbell who took some of these photos while I was too ill to hold my camera!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern

Sara Rosso says ‘Pattern. Patterns are everywhere. Patterns are sometimes intentional and sometimes accidental. They can be decorative or merely a result of repetition, and often patterns can be in the eye of the beholder to discover them.’
I love patterns of course,it’s another reason to photo graph details. Here are my choices
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Join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/weekly-photo-challenge-pattern/

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week # 88

Julia acknowledges that we may take the ‘left field’ with her prompt this week so I saw this as a double edged challenge.

Join in at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/05/06/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week88/

From the Balcony

Parting is such sweet sorrow. Must I utter those words whilst spittle oozes from that pustular mouth? How many times must I spy the rise in his hose and the curl in his leer? He is too long in the tooth to dally as Romeo, canst thou not see? Whilst I, still a mere slip of a boy, I can still appear as a maiden fair, fresh from her mother’s breast.

Good Master Shakespeare, hear my plea, rid me of this Roman. My friend, bring me instead your countryman, the bonny Marlowe, the beauteous serpent to assuage my sorrow. Make haste, on the morrow.