Saturday, 11 August 2012

Spot the proof

Yes yes & added nutritional information for you.
The first link is to the hedge sign which I didnt give them enough time to accept or reject (silly me)
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I think a (small) child sized kennel is a great idea!
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A couple of my bird houses, they havent all survived - some where not fit enough to make it.
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The throne room at the x-ray factory.
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The Tree House in West Brom
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