The emus are very tame. They are also incredibly dumb and think they are being sneaky. They found Kevin very interesting. The pigs in question are Ossabaw Island Hogs, which are a very rare farm breed. My friends are breeding them as part of the ongoing effort to preserve them on farms. They are incredibly […]
Category Archives: Gratuitous Photos
Still uploading my travel journals. According to the museum, some superstitions involved churning butter with the severed hand of a murderer. HOW AWESOME AND UNHYGIENIC IS THAT?! I filtered the Rose Abbey photo just to keep my brain from breaking. The colors are positively demented. Also, that oilcloth jacket is worth its weight in gold […]
Somebody was lurking on my tomatillos…somebody about the size of my pinky nail…
I have returned safely from the Emerald Isle, and holy crap, I don’t even know what to say, but being me, I will now expend a pile of words to say it. First, there’s the color. To call Ireland green is to commit glaring sins of omission. It is the sort of green reserved for […]
Plus extra macro photos! Bee butt.
When Kevin and I were in New Orleans a month or so ago, we were out birding and encountered this killdeer in a parking lot. It immediately set about convincing Kevin that its wing was broken. Really broken. SO BROKEN YOU GUYS. Killdeer are, of course, justly famous for this trick. They do it to […]
When their humans left, the houses were left to fend for themselves. Most sank into a state perhaps analogous to a coma, uncaring of what became of them or of what wildlife nested in their eaves. Some houses attempted to attract or entrap more residents. These were for the most part easily avoided. Mourning dove […]
I am not good at inspirational quotes.
BEHOLD THE HORRID GLORY OF CRAW-BOB THE LAWN CRAYFISH HE LIVES HE HUNGERS HE IS ABOUT THREE AND A HALF INCHES LONG THEY SAID I WAS MAD WHEN I SPOKE OF LAWN CRAYFISH BUT WHO IS LAUGHING NOW!? (ahem) Hound went out in a rainstorm and poked something, which poked her back, and this sequence […]
So I was pulling weeds and flinging handfuls into the uncultivated chunk of garden under the trees, and I winged in a handful of chickweed and looked up just in time to see it land on top of this guy. (He is a Carolina Chickadee.) I ran in and immediately excavated him. He was fine, […]