I’ve been trying to get a shot like this for years. The only thing spoiling it is that the scorpion’s claws are too close together and are blocking his “face”.
I declined to reach in and reposition them.
This is a green araçari. This is not, as most of the zoo signs say, a green “aracari”. I mean, completely ignoring the fact that of all the colours this bird is, green isn’t one of them, “araçari” vs “aracari” matters because one way is correct and the other one makes you sound like a biologically and linguistically uneducated idiot … which is fair if it’s true, but not at all fair because some sign designer somewhere couldn’t be bothered to use the damn character map tool. It’s right there in operating system, people! I’m not asking people to memorize unicode character sequences here. Just know how to pronounce the words before you put them on the sign.
He had been so looking forward to it. He’d crafted the perfect moment. The weather was warm and slightly breezy. The hill had overlooked the lake. He’d waited for her to arrive. They were going to dine and then he was going to ask her the question he’d been wanting to ask for months now. He had the ring. Everything was set for the perfect picnic.
He’d planned for everything … except for her to so hungry. Now he sits and ponders his error.
He should have packed something more substantial than honey, sassafras and moonshine.
Somewhere in this world, there is a group of genetic engineers working to create the animals that do not exist but that we all wish did. These “Seussists” are not yet public, but every once in a while, one of their creatures escapes their lab and is “discovered” to slowly adjust our level of what we find acceptable in species.
Eventually these guys will be available in long haired blue/green varieties.