I could show you another riot, or some leftids cursing someone in the hospital; but I think I’ll go with soft and fluffy instead: two baby bunnies at their dinner.
One night, years ago, I was standing outside when a group of baby cottontails started chasing one another around me. Around me and around me they went, as if I were a maypole. I didn’t dare move, lest I terrify them. They might not have realized I was alive. Besides which, it was a unique privilege to be part of that game–better than serving as second base at Yankee Stadium.
This is a very short video, so I’ll try to find another for you. But you can’t go wrong with a couple of foxes discovering the pleasures of the trampoline.
We have a fox in our neighborhood now. Sooner or later people are going to wind up feeding him.
Jambo! Mr. Nature here, and today’s safari is a proper safari that takes us to somewhere in Africa to look in on the zebras.
The waterhole can be a dangerous place for zebras. Ambush predators are seldom far away. These zebras are barking up a storm and going on the alert because one of them has detected a lion nearby and given the alarm.
You’d think a striped horse would sound more like a horse; but nothing sounds quite like a zebra. I used to want to be one, when I grew up; but I never did master the zebra bark.
The nooze can wait! We’ve got baby bunnies.
Here at Chez Leester, we’ve actually had this experience. Bunny has babies in our garden, babies grow up, babies come out of the garden and hang out with you. They haven’t learned to be afraid of people.
Just a little foretaste of a thoroughly restored Creation. Probably one without The Washington Post.
Everyone loves baby sloths, right? But what about those great hooked claws? Aren’t they dangerous?
Well, we don’t have any figures for humans attacked by sloths, so it’s best to see the claws as natural coat hangers, with the sloth itself as the coat.
False Fact: Perry Mason had a pet sloth named Buddy.
Jambo, everybody! Mr. Nature here–with a tiny African frog that sounds just like a dog’s squeaky-toy.
Actually, this frog is angrily defending his territory. He needs to work on his threat display. Puffing himself up, that’s a popular frog tactic. It’s the squeaking that makes him as cute as a button.
God’s stuff–it’s just way cool.
Actually, I think that maybe every waking moment is playtime for these two. Otters are well-known for their playfulness, but I don’t know how you acquire one for a pet.
Currently the otter has a slight advantage over the kitten. That’ll change. But I don’t think their friendship will.
I keep hearing about pit bulls who adopt kittens, baby chicks… and now baby raccoons. How did these dogs ever get such a fearsome reputation? They’re obviously quite good-hearted.
As for the baby raccoons–well, if it was me, I couldn’t send them into the wilderness. These little guys are much too tame for that.
Jean-Pierre Hallet–remember him? Congo Kitabu–said that just about any animal will respond to love and care: and to prove it, tamed a rhinoceros. And now we know that rhinos raised in zoos by humans (in addition to their real mothers) learn to be friendly and playful.
Ah, you should’ve seen my iguana! Like a good dog disguised as a lizard.
Get a load of this: a great big bear comes climbing up the porch to see if anyone’s home. There being nothing or no one to eat, she decides to leave.
Wait! The bear is wearing a collar. Hmm… And attacked to the collar, it seems, is some kind of little keg. Maybe it’s got whiskey in it. Maybe this critter thinks she’s [wait for it!]…
A St. Bear-nard.
Before we move on to any demoralizing nooze, here’s Mr. Nature with a safari to the ocean floor in search of sea spiders. Please feel free to ignore the cutesy narration.
Very few of this have ever seen one of these critters, and most of us have probably not heard of them. Which is odd, because there are hundreds of species of sea spiders and they’re found world-wide in both deep and shallow water. But as most of them are very small and quiet, it would be easy not to notice them.
I’ve been fascinated by these creatures for a long time. How can you not be fascinated by an animal whose vital organs are in its legs because there’s no room for them in its body?
Fap to the evolution fairy tale. What hath God wrought!