My friend the goanna visited me again the other day to finish off a few scraps I put out and to pose for a portrait. He or she is a handsome fellow.
I made the last few hundred grams of roast rolled boneleless turkey thighs into a curry. With potato and peas. Something went wrong. It was a disaster. I can put up with most of my culinary mistakes, but this was inedible. it wasnt too much chilli. It was just gritty and bitter. I dont know what I put in too much of to make it so. I salvaged a few of the larger pieces of meat, rinsed them under the tap, and ate them. The rest of the curry I carefully deposited outside where the camp manager won’t see it. but someone special might.
Today I heard a familiar rustling sound. From the door of my caravan I peeked, careful not to disturb him. Or her.
And here (s)he is.
Varanus likes my crappy curry.
Sunrise over Halls Creek. Christmas Morning 2019
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What are these objects?
Post your answer in the comments. Only the precisely correct answer wins. The Winner, if there is one, will be announced as soon as the correct answer is posted. Otherwise I’ll let the cat out of the bag in three days or so.
The prize is one of my original works of Art, valued (by me) at a Huge Amount. The Undisclosed Sum we hear so much about. (Terms and Conditions apply*)
Here they are again, from another angle.
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