2012-07-14

Tick Tock


O God,
we've plod
where trod
poor sod,
with tick,

which now
somehow
burrow,
won't go
so quick!#

This hales
more tales:
old rime*,
"that time..",
they're thick!

And brings
mean-ings,
new. Must!
To "Just
a tick.."


We went for a bit of a walk through the bush Thursday morning... Next morning one of the family found a tick on their body... then someone else found one.  (These are either larvae or adult stages of a spongy beetle-like critter that normally gets blood from native animals. Now that we are natives, to planet Earth, & to this part of the planet, I s'pose  we're part of the ecosystem. Makes you feel some sort of solidarity with the local kangaroos & wombats.) These disposed of we headed for home... next morning 2 txt's from different family members: one saying they'd found 3more, one found another...


* see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rime_of_the_Ancient_Mariner

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