Freshwater jellyfish aren’t rare, but Mr. Nature has never seen one. Another reader reports, “I grew up on a lake that had thousands and thousands of these living in it.” Here we have them in an aquarium.
They’re roughly the size of a dime or a penny, they eat microscopic plankton, and are totally harmless as far as human beings are concerned. I don’t know about you, but I find it quite soothing to watch them. We don’t know exactly how this happens, but they can unexpectedly appear in abundance in bodies of water that never had them before. Some fish do this, too. Birds seem to be involved somehow. Well, they would be, wouldn’t they?
I wouldn’t surprised to hear that many of you had never heard of any such thing as freshwater jellyfish and find the whole idea surprising. That’s God’s stuff for you. There’s always something new to discover in Creation.
A number of people have expressed confusion over whether the large salamanders called “mud puppies” really are puppies. Sometimes this leads to unsuitable gifts for small children.
Real puppies are warm and fluffy and playful. Mud puppies are cold, wet, and apt to bite really hard. There is no truth to the belief that they grow up into dogs. Mud puppies they are, and mud puppies they shall remain.
You are unlikely to find real puppies swimming around under the ice in winter. What you’d be seeing under those circumstances are almost certain to be mud puppies.
And there really is no point in trying to train them to do tricks. They don’t like it.
Jambo! Mr. Nature here, coming to you from Brazil.
What is that? Is it a fox on stilts?
No, it’s an animal few of us in North America have ever heard of, the South American maned wolf. It’s not a wolf, it’s not a fox, it’s just a weird canine that lives in South America. As you can guess by the people calmly watching it, the maned wolf is no threat to human beings. Actually, there aren’t that many of them left.
They don’t bark and they don’t roar: their vocalization sounds like a little bit of both. It seems like it’s safe to leave out table scraps for them.
God’s stuff: endless variation on the basic themes.
This video reminds me of a snowy egret who used to keep us company at the house we rented, for vacation, on Long Beach Island. Actually, she was attached to the owner of the house, who lived downstairs. But she liked Patty and me, too.
Every year she flew down to Florida for the winter, but she always came back in the spring and stayed all summer. Often she used to perch in the owner’s boat when he went fishing. Or she joined us on the dock while we fished, or on the deck when we watched the sun go down. We always had some bits of squid for her, or a minnow or two. She would have joined us in the living room if we left the door open, but for the rug’s sake we never did that.
Snowy egrets nearly went extinct in the 19th century, due to the demand for its feathers to decorate lady’s hats. When the demand went away, the egret recovered.
I never saw another wild bird half as friendly and sociable as this egret. We loved her, and it was always a treat to find her still there when we came down for two weeks in September.
And her snowy feathers surely looked better on her than on some silly hat.
Yes, I know, the libs will jump all over it. “See? See? We toldja he was crazy!” But as Lou Costello once said, I saw what I saw when I saw it–and I don’t care what a bunch of leftids think. They believe in much more ridiculous things than the occasional pterodactyl. I prefer not to mention any of them here.
P.S.–Don’t forget out cyber-Christmas party! All are welcome! Bring imaginary snacks and board games and party fixin’s. We’re going to have a blast!
This song, My Love’s an Arbutus, I like to post every year at Christmas-time as a small token of thanks to all of you, my readers, for your support throughout the year. If this beautiful melody seems familiar, you’ve probably heard it as part of the music soundtrack for Scrooge, the classic film treatment of A Christmas Carol, starring Alistair Sim. Anyway, it’s lovely, it’s soothing, and I hope you enjoy it.
A Personal Note: The conviction is strongly growing on me that all we have to do is not give up, keep piling up the evidence and shoving it under people’s noses: and that if we do that, we will win: the theft of the 2020 presidential election will fail, and our republic will be saved.
All we have to do is not give up. The truth is on our side. We can pray to a righteous God, the judge of all the earth; but the prayers of leftids are only an abomination. The evidence of massive election fraud is already heaped up as high as the sky–with more to come!
I don’t think President Trump will give up and hand our country over to Red China. We must let him know that we’re with him all the way: we will not tolerate any election fraud. Not any. We will not accept China Joe as our president, and his rogues’ gallery of commie burnouts as his cabinet.
Here are five animals who show off their Creator’s handiwork by the way they cope with winter.
God’s stuff works!
Mountain goat–they climb like flies on glass; pronghorn–60 mph; fox hunting for field mice under the snow; grizzly bear and cubs–she knows when an avalanche will hit; fuzzy little pikas stocking up a winter’s food supply safely underground: well, yeah! Our God is an awesome God!
And the things we can see tell us much about those things we can’t see! St. Paul was right about that.
My wife was watching a video about mastodons when I came in from smoking my cigar and doing a crossword puzzle, and it moved me to seek out pictures of this wonderful prehistoric animal.
Jambo! from Mr. Nature. Our safari today takes us nowhere, geographically; but it does take us back in time, to visit with America’s native elephant genus, the mastodon. We are told it was hunted out of existence, by America’s first modern humans, some ten thousand years ago. Take that for what it’s worth: all we know for sure is that there are no more mastodons.
I often wonder–shall we ever see these creatures? They are part of God’s creation, and He has the entire universe at his disposal. In the restoration of all things, will the mastodon be restored, too?
Why is this woodpecker pecking so energetically at what looks to be a metal window frame? Look at the expression on his face when he pauses: his wheels are turning. He has a reason for doing this, and he seems to be wondering why a certain thing, known only to himself, hasn’t happened.