tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22166709211716544382011-07-08T04:28:56.191+02:00(que j'ai chez moi, que je photographie avec mon téléphone portable, que je solarise (la plupart du temps) et que je transfère là par bluetooth... mystérieuse technologie)les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-21675591760016836432010-01-04T11:39:00.003+01:002010-01-04T11:46:22.175+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/S0HFgpKjwAI/AAAAAAAAADM/tsftkdDH0Yw/s1600-h/la+vache+folle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/S0HFgpKjwAI/AAAAAAAAADM/tsftkdDH0Yw/s400/la+vache+folle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422832590927413250" /></a><br />La vache (pas si) folle (que ça) sort des flammes (!) de ses naseaux et " chante " quand on appuie sur sa tête.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-2167559176001683643?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-54710062941124204912009-12-29T19:28:00.004+01:002010-01-04T11:46:04.890+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzpKiUKR6TI/AAAAAAAAADE/mCkkDOfVtsE/s1600-h/la+souris+cagoul%C3%A9e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzpKiUKR6TI/AAAAAAAAADE/mCkkDOfVtsE/s400/la+souris+cagoul%C3%A9e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420727054881646898" /></a><br />La souris cagoulée exécute (rarement) quelques mouvements de breakdance sur une étagère, lorsque le téléphone retentit (rarement donc).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-5471006294112420491?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-66312737335361416242009-12-27T18:51:00.003+01:002010-01-04T11:45:46.319+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzeeuSLn9mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ew3Abg0oUjE/s1600-h/le+chat+souriant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzeeuSLn9mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ew3Abg0oUjE/s400/le+chat+souriant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419975194555446882" /></a><br />Le chat souriant est tout petit, suspendu au mur et a quand même l'air assez content.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-6631273733536141624?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-21163534577188177342009-12-26T14:23:00.002+01:002010-01-04T11:45:31.793+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzYOwnHzCTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QZmTHgvKJUE/s1600-h/le+cam%C3%A9l%C3%A9on+cartonn%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzYOwnHzCTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QZmTHgvKJUE/s400/le+cam%C3%A9l%C3%A9on+cartonn%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419535429885167922" /></a><br />Le caméléon cartonné est en carton, dans une cage en carton (à barreaux métalliques) suspendue au dessus de la cheminée (qui n'est pas en carton).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-2116353457718817734?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-61706029710547821802009-12-25T21:02:00.003+01:002010-01-04T11:45:09.743+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzUacTHmrFI/AAAAAAAAACs/S8e-6I8_X3U/s1600-h/la+chouette+refrigerante.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzUacTHmrFI/AAAAAAAAACs/S8e-6I8_X3U/s400/la+chouette+refrigerante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419266800081087570" /></a><br />La chouette réfrigérante ne garde que piètrement l'accès à la nourriture réfrigérée (puisque simplement aimantée sur la porte du réfrigérateur).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-6170602971054782180?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-42323679271666526862009-12-23T11:03:00.003+01:002010-01-04T11:44:38.941+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzHrkmu4YSI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZIZ27T2ry5U/s1600-h/le+petit+tigre+en+bois.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzHrkmu4YSI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZIZ27T2ry5U/s400/le+petit+tigre+en+bois.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418370840808415522" /></a><br />Le petit tigre en bois vient de loin (géographiquement), mais il n'est pas là depuis très longtemps, (ce qui le différencie singulièrement du <a href="http://lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com/2009/12/le-tarsier-inquiet.html">tarsier inquiet</a> donc).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-4232367927166652686?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-80893609877762211502009-12-22T13:50:00.003+01:002010-01-04T11:44:15.348+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzDA8ZyhB7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IWcgTq5br6Q/s1600-h/le+lapin-foulard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SzDA8ZyhB7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IWcgTq5br6Q/s400/le+lapin-foulard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418042495674156978" /></a><br />Le lapin-foulard porte un foulard et reste bien au chaud sur le radiateur.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-8089360987776221150?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-81584092951005981722009-12-21T18:34:00.004+01:002010-01-04T11:43:57.880+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Sy-xyn91s2I/AAAAAAAAACI/54GsJLIbn_E/s1600-h/le+mouton+suspendu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Sy-xyn91s2I/AAAAAAAAACI/54GsJLIbn_E/s400/le+mouton+suspendu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417744360029926242" /></a><br />Le mouton suspendu était dans une poubelle puis s'est retrouvé suspendu dans la salle de bains. Il s'en sort plutôt bien.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-8158409295100598172?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-35354770934145226842009-12-20T14:03:00.004+01:002010-01-04T11:43:40.315+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Sy4gzwqmqHI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vp8Obs6BKcg/s1600-h/le+perroquet+muet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Sy4gzwqmqHI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vp8Obs6BKcg/s400/le+perroquet+muet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417303475382298738" /></a><br />Le perroquet muet, autrefois, répétait tout ce que l'on disait devant lui (deux fois), mais à la suite d'une chute malheureuse, il reste maintenant muet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-3535477093414522684?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-17036009340056756122009-12-19T12:24:00.004+01:002010-01-04T11:43:22.796+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Syy4TCuVk9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JHklO1djP5Q/s1600-h/le+lapin+accueillant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Syy4TCuVk9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JHklO1djP5Q/s400/le+lapin+accueillant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416907089108112338" /></a><br />Le lapin accueillant, depuis ses dernières apparitions dans le monde internique (<a href="http://lerienquotidien.canalblog.com/albums/mes_amis_les_animaux/photos/5341902-quand_tout_va_bien.html">ic</a>i et <a href="http://lerienquotidien.canalblog.com/albums/mes_amis_les_animaux/photos/5341897-le_pouvoir_2.html">là</a>), ouvre maintenant ces bras aux nouveaux (?) arrivants.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-1703600934005675612?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-29620017413430897792009-12-18T09:02:00.005+01:002010-01-04T11:43:06.539+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Syt_OnQfn3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1_rb2lx6j1s/s1600-h/l%27autruche+et+son+double.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Syt_OnQfn3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1_rb2lx6j1s/s400/l%27autruche+et+son+double.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416562865876213618" /></a><br />L'autruche stagne sur la cheminée, face à son double photographique.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-2962001741343089779?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-68013364521494728552009-12-17T07:56:00.005+01:002010-01-04T11:42:48.556+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Syt_d2XnExI/AAAAAAAAABY/UElB_FR0TM8/s1600-h/la+vache+sonore.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/Syt_d2XnExI/AAAAAAAAABY/UElB_FR0TM8/s400/la+vache+sonore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416563127630631698" /></a><br />La vache sonore fait " meuh..." quand l'on appuie sur le petit bouton sur sa tête, d'où son nom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-6801336452149472855?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-28310232818898112252009-12-16T20:29:00.003+01:002010-01-04T11:42:23.434+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SyuEMmUWncI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ssRCBaYoGs/s1600-h/le+tarsier+inquiet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SyuEMmUWncI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ssRCBaYoGs/s400/le+tarsier+inquiet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416568328822365634" /></a><br />Le tarsier inquiet revient de loin (géographiquement), mais il est là depuis longtemps.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-2831023281889811225?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-19362864384850713222009-12-16T20:22:00.002+01:002010-01-04T11:41:55.585+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SyuEYM2M4SI/AAAAAAAAABo/cBanIqCTj40/s1600-h/le+mouton+f%C3%A9brile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SyuEYM2M4SI/AAAAAAAAABo/cBanIqCTj40/s400/le+mouton+f%C3%A9brile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416568528143442210" /></a><br />Le mouton fébrile se trouve sur un radiateur. Il se balance doucement, le jour uniquement, alimenté par énergie solaire (diurne).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-1936286438485071322?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216670921171654438.post-53846456883469066852009-12-16T20:18:00.002+01:002010-01-04T11:40:49.698+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SyuEjwjG-KI/AAAAAAAAABw/_gaA-dT7ufc/s1600-h/le+chat+des+bains.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bT-Cbdk7hbg/SyuEjwjG-KI/AAAAAAAAABw/_gaA-dT7ufc/s400/le+chat+des+bains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416568726705600674" /></a><br />Le chat des bains se trouve dans la salle de bains (tiens donc), sur le lavabo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2216670921171654438-5384645688346906685?l=lesphotosdeschosesquejaichezmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>les choseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208576865662127295noreply@blogger.com0