When a Hippo hollers!

When a hippo hollers, does anyone listen? I mean really pay attention to what it’s saying. All we hear is, “Rrrrrr! Rrrrr!” like a faulty chainsaw trying to start. Which, with our negative perspective, we immediately assume translates to, “Kill! Kill!”

But what if this massive barge of flesh is actually saying, “Hey friend, I have this here piece of canoe stuck in my gums, can you help a fellow mammal out?”

Happy Saturday, everyone! I live in a pretty rural area, with plenty of wildlife (hippos don’t like snow, so I’m marked ‘safe’ from them). I do, however, enjoy the company of many fur-bearing friends, so I’ve posted a few photos with some captions of what they most certainly are thinking. Enjoy!

 

“Frank! It’s the paparazzi again! I TOLD you to find a different lawn!”

 

“Everyone, freeze! Pray it doesn’t think we’re made of chocolate!”

 

“MOM! Come here QUICK! It’s a two legged walking stick! Ewwww! Bring a leaf and squish it pleeeaaasssee!” 

 

“You smell like ketchup, mustard, onions, lettuce, tomato, kaiser bun,  and . . . oh my gosh!”

 

“No dummy, we DO NOT eat noodles or know kung-fu!”

A final encore . . .

“We’re LOST AGAIN, aren’t we Tom? How many times do I have to tell you to ask for directions!”

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Happy Saturday! Relax like a Boss Panda!

Happy Saturday! Well, for many of you this is a break from the daily grind. Unfortunately, I’ve got a long day at work ahead of me, sixteen hours, to be exact (blah!).

Despite the arduous day ahead, I wanted to keep up my commitment to maintaining a more regular blog.

I hope you find a daily chuckle below!

“I swear on it, Edna! The last time I went by this house, they had Tom, well it looked like it could have been Tom, in some large metal tub thing! He was naked, very tanned, and they were giving him a bath with some type of squeezy thing! The most disturbing thing was that I couldn’t see his head! Think about it. We haven’t seen him for months, for months! Why won’t any of you listen to me?”

“Oh, Margaret, you poor bird brain. You have such a wild imagination! Everyone knows that those things only eat food that comes from a box or a can. Please stop this, right now!”

 

“Promise me that if you see one of those nasty, big-eared, hoppy things, you’ll put me back in your purse! I mean, what kind of creature twitches it’s nose like that?”

 

“Okay, ha, ha. Joke’s over. Did you get all the photos you wanted? Did ya have to invite your friends over to point and laugh at me while you eat, what are those things called again? Oh, right, I think I can remember, ‘horse nerves’ or something that sounded like that. You know you’re getting on mine, right? Fun’s over! Take this giant wig off me, right now!”

“Okay, Daddy. You remember the song, right? He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows when you’ve been bad . . . let’s find out, right now, if you’re as good at this as the jolly old fat guy.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Animals can talk all year long!” Scientist declares.

Disclaimer: This study was conducted in the wee hours of a dark winter day under the influence of a caffeine high. The findings may be inconclusive. However, this reasearcher stands by his theory that animals can, and do, talk throughout the year, not just on Christmas Eve. An application has been filed for government funding, to further this investigation.

“Kin oo git me a faw ‘r fomethin? Tis is hurtin’ mi teeth an’ I wanna git out!”

 

“I’ve been circling this thing for hours, and there’s no way to get at those floating creatures! The ‘multi-verse’ theory is true! Mind blown! Wait a minute, is there something watching me?”

“We’re lost again, aren’t we? Why didn’t you just ask that chipmunk for directions? Stop ignoring me, Tom!”

“Well done, you three! Daffy and Donald! Pay attention! Can’t you two stop thinking about eating for even a moment?”

“Okay . . . now just put down that camera and use those opposable thumbs for something useful, like opening this door! Yes, just right here, you see where I’m pointing with my head?”

 

“Oh! Deer!” . . . or . . . “Oh, deer.”

 

Quick! What do you see in the photo above? Is it just trees and grass? Wait, what is that in the background? Are there two shapes that do not match the flora? Are they an illusion? Sasquatches on their knees, looking for gopher holes?

Pair of Foxes

Saw a pair of these while on my run the other day. I think they are living in a field nearby. Quick and clever, they truly adapted for survival in our climate.