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зашел посмотреть как у нас тут дела.

Date: 2024-05-29 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] v s (from livejournal.com)
:)) у нас таких штук 6 под сараем :))

Date: 2024-05-29 11:27 pm (UTC)

Date: 2024-05-29 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ny-quant.livejournal.com
Вот и у соседа тоже - под деком.

Date: 2024-05-29 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snake-d-ha.livejournal.com

Тыдра?

Date: 2024-05-29 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] olaff67.livejournal.com
На разведку — можно ли тут тоже обосноваться. Семья-то большая.

Date: 2024-05-30 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ny-quant.livejournal.com
Вудчак, кажется.

Date: 2024-05-30 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stumari.livejournal.com
или чипманк?
вудчак, кажется, побольше, впрочем, тут масштаба нет, не могу сказать

Date: 2024-05-30 02:07 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-05-30 02:49 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-05-30 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ny-quant.livejournal.com
Чипманк меньше раз в 30.

Date: 2024-05-30 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onmynav.livejournal.com
Обожаю.

Date: 2024-05-30 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stumari.livejournal.com
а, значит это я масштаб таки не так понял

Date: 2024-05-30 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammosov.livejournal.com
Сурок курва я пердолю яке быдло! Хож до мене сурок курва!

Date: 2024-05-30 08:04 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-05-30 01:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ny-quant.livejournal.com
Для масштаба там есть листочки. Это примерно размер чипманка.

Date: 2024-05-30 01:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ny-quant.livejournal.com
Passionate woman detected

Date: 2024-05-30 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] d-white1967.livejournal.com
"О бедном гусаре замолвите слово,
Ваш муж не пускает меня на постой,
Но женское сердце нежнее мужского.."

A Drumlin Woodchuck (by Robert Frost)

Date: 2024-06-04 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tummim.livejournal.com
One thing has a shelving bank,
Another a rotting plank,
To give it cozier skies
And make up for its lack of size.

My own strategic retreat
Is where two rocks almost meet,
And still more secure and snug,
A two-door burrow I dug.

With those in mind at my back
I can sit forth exposed to attack
As one who shrewdly pretends
That he and the world are friends.

All we who prefer to live
Have a little whistle we give,
And flash, at the least alarm
We dive down under the farm.

We allow some time for guile
And don’t come out for a while
Either to eat or drink.
We take occasion to think.

And if after the hunt goes past
And the double-barreled blast
(Like war and pestilence
And the loss of common sense),

If I can with confidence say
That still for another day,
Or even another year,
I will be there for you, my dear,

It will be because, though small
As measured against the All,
I have been so instinctively thorough
About my crevice and burrow.

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