What kinda elephant is that weird one with the beard and horns?
What kinda elephant is that weird one with the beard and horns?
It's a male greater kudu with a showoff set of horns.What kinda elephant is that weird one with the beard and horns?
Good question. I was dealing with the 7 and 3 year old grandkids and didn't get to study the display.What the heck is that on the far left of the bottom string?
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Oh yeah. Same with pineapples and watermelons.View attachment 878210
Yup. For me it was early Summertime, near Lake Erie in Huron Ohio, Maybe 40 years ago.
I love peaches. For years we would harvest and process 50-150 pounds per year from our 2 trees. Then one day I suffer anaphylaxis after eating a bite , fresh from the tree. I had already showed allergic reactions to almonds, so it shouldn't have been a surprise I'd become allergic to peaches.View attachment 878210
Yup. For me it was early Summertime, near Lake Erie in Huron Ohio, Maybe 40 years ago.
With my grandparents it was muscadines and scuppernongs. They had an arbor that was completely covered with the vines. We would climb underneath, eat all we could handle, and pick as many as our shirt tails would hold. My grandmother made preserves with them and my dad made wine. Muscadines grow wild around here and I scope out the vines to return in September. That muscadine flavor is unique and can flip you right back to 8 years old for an instant.I can certainly relate. I remember when I was a child my grandmother had raspberry bushes in her backyard. Whenever we'd visit I'd eat my fill of fresh berries right off the bushes. They were so delicious!! To this day every raspberry I eat takes me back to my grandmother's backyard, yet at the same time, they also disappoint me slightly as they don't quite measure up to my memory of how they tasted when I ate them at my grandma's. I believe there's more to it than simply the taste, at least in my case. The taste sparks a memory of a time and place that I know I can never return to. And while I still enjoy raspberries, they can never be the same for me as they were when I was a child.
I see your three camel shadows and raise you forty seven.Better than going through the desert on a camel with no name View attachment 878394
A photo from the neice who is spending a weeks in Spain and Morocco
Unknown to me, I'll check it outThe only camel you need
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Holy flaming meat chunks.
Chunks of rare beef and duck stuck on a medieval mace, bathed in Cognac and ignited. At a country inn 5 miles down a 1 lane goat path west of Strasbourg France.
i believe you are referring to this thing:What the heck is that on the far left of the bottom string?
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I think she might be using it wrong!this would fall right out of my $hit" - true story.