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Sometimes legs and feet are covered by skins not your own
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whilst others are covered with fur
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leaving the claws on their feet exposed.
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Some feet and legs are powerful
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others are long and knobeldy
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and others show fragility.
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Some legs and feet are not human
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whilst others are a bit of both
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some feet tread on the pavement
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whilst others tread without reason
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and some don’t tread at all
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being purely just for fun.
In response to Cee’s fun foto Challenge
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Love them all, wonder where they’re going – or not.
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Haha.
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Awww… ❤ Cute! (Yours, too.) What kind of bird is that?
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It is a magpie. They are a nightmare in nesting season as they will attack pecking at your head. It makes people do weird things like wear ice cream containers on their head or attach multiple antenna looking things to bike helmets. When I visited Canberra one year I thought people were very rude looking aghast at my peculiar attire until the first magpie bombing when I realised what they were actually staring at.
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Hahahaha! I’m sorry, I know you’re serious it’s just the way you describe this. I can NOT wait for your memoir, lady. 😀
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These are all very nice shots. I especially love the booties in the last one. Have a blessed day.
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Thank you Suzanne. Those booties are over 100 years old and probably match what was worn in those times.
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You’re welcome, Irene. What a treasure. 🙂
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Love the koala.
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They look very cuddly but have very very sharp claws. They need them for climbing trees.
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Do they taste like chicken?
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LOL. I don’t know but doesn’t everything taste like chicken?
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A fun take on legs!
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🙂
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