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It's hard to go past the boar outside the hospital.


  1. Oh Grandma! What big teeth you have!

    1. It's the tusks not the teeth that would bother me.

  2. Sheesh.
    Has he got dribble coming out of his mouth?

    1. I see from the website that you can put money in him. Must have to put into the mouth past that dribble.

  3. Such detail... down to the drool. :)

    1. I thought it was fun to focus on the detail instead of the full animal though I do find him rather attractive in the whole too

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    1. It is nice to have a fountain or two to show. We don't have a lot of them in the mountains. Our specialty is water falls.

  5. I don't have any trouble going past this 'bore' ... this is an inspired collection.

  6. ha ha only his Mum could love him :D)

    1. He seems to have a very shiny nose from being patted. Lots of people must love him.

  7. Love this photo, I havent seen him up close only from the car.

  8. How could you not have taken a walk down Macquarie Street. I like it but then I go to the state library a lot because it offers a comfortable place to sit and work with power for my computer.


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