Saw a young dove outside our garage late this afternoon. I think it knows how to fly, it just doesn’t seem to see the importance of it yet.
He/she didn’t seem too bothered by my presence, so I went back inside for my camera. Somehow it managed to make an arrangement of river rocks, a plastic colander and a rubber football in an inverted Rubbermaid trash can lid. I decided to take a pic from another angle, and when I downloaded it I found this:
In the vast barren landscapes of the southern Kalahari, Sociable Weaver Birds assume ownership of the telephone poles that cut across their habitat. Their burgeoning nests are at once inertly statuesque and teeming with life. The twigs and grass collected to build these nests combine to give strangely recognisable personalities to the otherwise inanimate poles.
Apparently a nest can become so large, that when wet, its weight can topple the telephone pole it hangs from.
Might have been better with four NFL cheerleaders in skimpy wet chamois skins, but that’s just my non-judgemental politically correct sexist micoagressional opinion [via].
That’s one of the best songs by one of the best bands ever.
That’s one of the best covers of one of the best songs by one of the best bands ever.
Have a great weekend, folks, and remember that President’s Day is a construct designed to minimize the historical importance of both George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, two of the greatest and most influential Presidents in the history of the United States of America.
[Found here.]
“The Rook is sat on a smoking chimney pot, its wings outstretched, seemingly unbothered by the heat and possible effects of smoke inhalation. Such behaviour seems completely bizarre, yet there is a reason for it: the bird is using the smoke to clear parasites, such as mites and ticks, from its plumage.”
[Found here.]
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 