I searched and searched the wild peach trees, but in the end I found just one Cape dwarf chameleon. If the chameleon whisperer had been with me, I am sure they would have shown themselves. I swear I heard breathy laughter from the branches.
In the muddy late summer stream pigs corgis waded.
And six legged beasts walked up the bridle path, exercising the March dust.
Almost fell off my chair laughing at the corgis threading through mud. They reminded me of poor guys working their way through Bangkok's canals/sewers, collecting recyclable garbage on little rafts...
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