An important messsage to those who think of coming to visit us – don't.
The saddest #GlobalWarming story: For sale: baby skates, never worn.
Yes, we used to skate here many winters ago.
Our wetlands have many sources of pungent stuff Pietruszka likes to roll in, so we sometimes call her Stinkerbell, or, in Polish, usrałka.
Vuko, the park inspector. The national park is off limits, but the road ahead is outside the park.
For a few years I posted lies about #Polesia on Twitter. Now I'm thinking of resurrecting them here. Many of them were puns in Polish, practically impossible to translate. Some had cultural references that need explanation, but I'm willing to explain them – I have much more space here.
This was the first lie:
Szerszenie próbujące się dostać do butelki z piwem można łatwo odstraszyć naśladując dźwięki polującego nietoperza.
Hornets trying to get inside a bottle of beer can be easily scared of by imitating the sounds of a hunting bat.
Living in the #wetlands of #Polesia (also spelled #Polesie) in #EasternPoland. Surrounded by #bogs and #forests, trying not to fuck up surrounding nature too much.
Taking care of a small pack of #dogs – #IdąPsięta.
#RuralBroadband provider by accident. Starting a small #LoRaWAN project to monitor our wetlands. Coding, mostly in #Python. Luddite.
#Atheist. I don't believe in #science – science is our defence against belief.
Fuck nazis.
My account on Twitter is still up, for good reasons. https://twitter.com/szescstopni
I check facts before I toot.
I sometimes toot in Polish.
Zdolny, ale leniwy.