See you now;
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out:
So by my former lecture and advice,
Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
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Eastern Spotted Newt (Notophthalmus viridescens)
Burrowing Owl (Athene cunicularia)
What do you call a swimming baby owl?
A moist-owlette
How do we know that owls are smarter than chickens?
Ever heard of Kentucky-fried owl?
When does a Owl go “quack”?
When it is learning a new language.
What do you get when you put a bee in front of an owl?
A bowl!
What happened when the owl got a sore throat?
He didn’t give a hoot.
“Knock, Knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Who…”
“Who, who?”
“Who, who, who, who?”
“Who, who, who, who, who?”
“Who, who, who, who, who, who?”
“Who, who, who, who, who, who, who?”
“Who, who, who, who, who, who, who, who?”
What happened to the owl that fell in the well?
It got wet.
This owl doesn’t think any of these jokes are funny and is losing respect for you for laughing.
Bee
The Race
The race was on.
The enemies were approaching the hive and reinforcements were needed. Two hundred and twenty five meters was a long way, but it was necessary. The invaders must be stopped.
Only a quarter of the way and she was already getting tired. Still, the thought of the costs of her failure, drove her forward. Fifty thousand lives depended on her. And one two hundred and twenty five meters.
Glancing backward, she saw the invaders massing on the horizon and increased her speed. She realized she wouldn’t make it in time if she held anything back. She need not make the return trip. Conveying the message was enough. If the other hive could be alerted, they just might make it in time.
As she passed the three quarters point, she powered on, burning the last of her energy for the final stage of the race. She felt, deep in her body, that this was the end. When she reached her destination, she knew she’d just be able to deliver her message and, quite likely, collapse and die.
Death, however, was practically a guarantee in either case. If she stayed and fought, she would be slain with tens of thousands of others. If she was too slow, again, tens of thousands would die. If she just stopped, she might survive, but she might be the only one. No. Her only hope was to alert the others, in the hopes that they could help keep the total casualties low.
Though it may cost her life, she must fly.
American White Pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos)
Dalmatian Pelican (Pelecanus crispus)
American Turkey (Meleagris gallopavo)
Throwback Thursday
Arabian oryx (Oryx leucoryx)
Emu (Dromaius novaehollandiae)
Meerkat performing The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage
Sandhill Crane (Grus canadensis)
Western Banded Gecko (Coleonyx variegates)
Brown Pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis)
Bird
Desert Box Turtle (Terrapene ornata luteola)
He doesn’t like being old.
He is upset at how the world has changed.
He hates the kids today.
He is angry that the lifestyles he was not permitted in his youth are now considered acceptable.
He doesn’t understand why his jokes aren’t funny anymore.
He dislikes today’s music, television, and movies.
Grumph.