Here are some local tigers.
And I know we agreed not to talk about it but here is Tyler getting taken advantage of by a Koala. You have got to watch those little buggers, they're incorrigible. Due to a silly mishap my flight was changed to the day after and I was forced to spend one more night at Jill's.
When I arrived in Adelaide it was dry and cold. A strange combo but there you go. I was drinking water like I was in the desert. I later would be.The first few days were recovery from travel and drinking so I spent a lot of time indoors. That however was acceptable considering that it was raining and cloudy. This was the weather I had expected in Seattle not Australia but you can't really order that, the weather I mean.
On the second or third day (things are fuzzy) I took a walk around the park near Tyler's ridiculously large top floor penthouse suite. You think I'm kidding but it was all of those things. Anyway more on that later back to the park. I stalked some wild animals and came up with these pictures.
I found a wild parrot:
Not as difficult as it sounds owing to their loud mating rituals.
I wish this was a Red Headed Boobie or a Nut Hatch
cause I like saying those names, but I think it's an Australian Pigeon (opening for the Sex Pistols).
This is probably not a gum tree which explains why I found
no Kookaburra in it.
Ok I'm a photographer-ish so I am allowed one kind of arty shot, right?
I took this while wearing a beret and
smoking out of a thin black cigarette holder. Incidentally this is the backside of the old fruit and vegetable market in town that has been gentrified into upscale shops.
Ah the simplicity of a bench. Shinning with sit-able warmth there in the middle of the park.
Not as difficult as it sounds owing to their loud mating rituals.
I wish this was a Red Headed Boobie or a Nut Hatch
cause I like saying those names, but I think it's an Australian Pigeon (opening for the Sex Pistols).
This is probably not a gum tree which explains why I found
no Kookaburra in it.
Ok I'm a photographer-ish so I am allowed one kind of arty shot, right?
I took this while wearing a beret and
smoking out of a thin black cigarette holder. Incidentally this is the backside of the old fruit and vegetable market in town that has been gentrified into upscale shops.
Ah the simplicity of a bench. Shinning with sit-able warmth there in the middle of the park.
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