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Wednesday, 11 February 2009


A wonderful post. I have put The Birthday Boys on hold at my local library. The book by Cherry-Garrard is called "The Worst Journey In The World" and, by his account, it was!

That picture of the icebergs is amazing. And not only because of their shape - they somehow look like modern buildings - but also because of their bluish colour. I guess, it must be the reflection of the sea - or is it the sky? - on the ice faces.
Maybe Dark Puss can confirm that... if he wants to miaow to me too...

For more penguins, I recommend you these pictures that I watch and re-watch:
Both freezing and scaring, isn't it? And did you see the film "The March of the Emperor"?

Well, Penguinsdofurnisharoom would be an appropriate name, given that Penguin Books is a famous publisher. And to be exact, it should be Penguinsdofurnisharoomandablog!

I like the birds! I'm sorry that Cornflower is not so much of an enthusiast. Saw a new species for me (Common Stork) this week while being driven to CERN by my friend Ms F. Very exciting, as was seeing two Crested Tit on her bird table (you have to wander the forests of the Cairngorms to get a glimpse of these wee beasts in Britain).

Miaow to both of you from your favourite (?) cat

The book sounds fascinating - as is the whole subject - and I shall look for it. The photographs are great, but what is this tendency I am noticing? Have you quietly become Birdsdofurnisharoom while I wasn't looking? The penguins are alright, but the skuas (and that gull down below) are the stuff of Hitchcockian nightmares. (I'm writing this comment while hiding behind the settee).

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