Quokka Home Movies

G’day! Byron the Quokka here, with some of my family’s home movies. I wanted to post footage of us playing Clue, but everybody else wanted to show the juggling. We love watching humans juggle! It’s sort of a quokka thing–maybe because we are so no good at juggling, ourselves.

Luna Moth vs. High Wind

I’ve always wanted to see one of these beautiful creatures, but I never have. The guidebook says they live in my area, but I’ve never seen one. I wonder if I ever will. Last summer I saw a hummingbird for the first time in my life.

This moth is having some trouble with a high wind. They look too fragile for that, don’t they? But don’t worry–she doesn’t get blown apart.

God’s Stuff: Red Efts

If you’re noozed out, welcome to the club. Have some of God’s stuff instead.

Today we have red efts, which will grow up into green newts someday. That bright vermilion color sends a message: “Don’t even think about eating me–you’ll be sorry if you do!” Even so, red efts are among the most beautiful little animals you will ever see. And I’ve seen them redder than the ones in this video. Like so:

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This is not a color you get to see a lot in nature, especially on land. The adult newts will spend most of their time in the water, but the red efts live on land.

The beauty of Creation tells us… God is nigh.

Dream On, O Squirrel

Here’s a pet squirrel sleeping and dreaming. Watch! That’s REM, Rapid Eye Movement, same as we humans have when we’re dreaming. Whiskers bob up and down. If we could see her tail, it’d probably be moving.

Next question: What’s a pet squirrel likely to dream about?

Cat Goes Fox-Hunting

We’re told this wild animal, a fox, and this pet, a cat, are playing a game together. I believe it: these are highly intelligent animals and good at adapting, even innovating, to unfamiliar situations. So the cat chases the fox, never quite catching him, and the fox is not running flat-out… and we’re enjoying it. A little taste of what God has in store for His creation, once it gets renovated.

A Gator in the House

You can’t tell me this alligator isn’t trying to get into the house. He’s looking all around the place for a way in. Whoever was filming him resisted the temptation to let him come in. I don’t suppose it was a very hard temptation to resist.

Where’s the aggressive watch-cat when you need him? Our cat Henry would’ve gone totally berserk over this.

Listen to God’s Sentinels

Boy, howdy, that last post left a foul taste in my mouth!

Well, here’s a tiny watchman on the wall–a little pika chirping out a warning. These small relatives of rabbits live among the rocky slopes of mountains, and they let each other know when danger’s coming.

How often have God’s watchmen sounded the trumpet from the walls! It would have been good for us to listen.

God’s Stuff: Chameleon Zapping Flies

How does such a slow-moving animal as a chameleon–and believe me, they are really slow!–catch something as fast as a fly? We move much faster than chameleons, and half the time the flies escape the fly-swatter.

The chameleon is designed by God to be a world-class fly and bug catcher–as this pet chameleon demonstrates. As a pet, he’s perfectly content to ride on his owner’s hand and be brought near the flies–but not too near: and he’ll do the rest.

There are times in the summer when I really wish we had a chameleon in the house.

It’s My Tern!

What can you say? Baby birds are cute! I love the way this baby tern waddles excitedly back and forth, eagerly awaiting dinner; and his parents bring him a nice fresh baitfish–a sand eel–and try to teach him how to eat it. Without hands, teeth, knife, or fork. Try it sometime.

If These Frogs Say It’s Spring–It’s Spring

The calendar tells me spring started yesterday–but who are you going to believe, your calendar or a vast multitude of tiny frogs?

They’re called spring peepers because they come out of hibernation in the spring, head for the nearest water, and strike up the band. Each frog is ridiculously tiny, but also ridiculously loud. When thousands of them get together at a little pond, you’ll know it.

We don’t have spring peepers in my neighborhood, so my editor, Susan, when the peepers get going in her back yard, calls me up so I can listen to them on the phone.

Once they’ve finished their mating season, you probably won’t see or hear them again until next spring. It’s easy to hide when you’re no bigger than a quarter.

One of the wonderful works of God’s hands!