To this video I must add a small tribute to the mother wolf spider, who carries her eggs until they hatch into tiny spiders the size of a pin-head, then carries the babies until they’re old enough to take care of themselves. If one of the multitude of babies falls off her back, she knows it instantly–don’t ask me how!–and will search until she finds it and returns it to its place.
As Rev. D. James Kennedy used to say, “Ain’t chance grand?”
I once knew some hippies who tried to teach their dog to be a vegetarian. He ate their guinea pigs.
So I can’t help being surprised that the cat in this video doesn’t even try to eat the hamster, and the hamster isn’t the least bit afraid of the cat. We see more and more of this, now that just about everybody can post videos on youtube. And you know I’ve been wondering: Is God telling us something? I keep thinking these are glimpses into His Kingdom…
I suspect I might have run this video once before, but oh, well–I like it.
These videos of unlikely animal friends: I have to admit they’re getting to me. Working their way into my thought. I think God is trying to tell us something that will be good for us to know.
Hi, Mr. Nature here–and I never knew until now that rhinos could romp.
These are one-horned Indian rhinos as the Buffalo Zoo, playing in the snow. They are a long way from home, and they love the snow. I’ve known Indian people who love the snow.
You want to know how I became Mr. Nature? Mark Trail color comics in the Sunday papers, that’s how! I never missed ’em.
During the week, the daily Mark Trail comic strip in black and white concerned itself with story lines. I can’t say I remember any of those. The real action was on Sunday, when the story was set aside and Mark Trail discoursed on spiders, lizards, birds, butterflies, rodents, and every other kind of animal you could think of. How else does a kid find out about the four-eyed fish, the archerfish, the chuckwalla (that’s a lizard, for us Eastern folks), ants “milking” aphids like miniature cows, and all sorts of other cool stuff? And the artwork was superb!
God’s creation is an inexhaustible source of inspiration, and it’ll last you all your life–as long as you don’t let other aspects of our benighted pop culture dry up your brain.
Who knew chickens were so affectionate? My grandpa used to raise chickens for food, and my mother told us lurid stories about that. Yeesh. But after you’ve hugged ’em, after you’ve had ’em on your lap, you can’t possibly eat ’em! Go ahead, call me a softy, I don’t care. The blessings God has showered on us–who can count them? God’s stuff is good!
I wish I could roll around on the floor with some puppies and kittens. They know how to have fun! They also remind us that God has a lot better stuff reserved for us than the worldly muck that we come up with. In fact, they show us that even this fallen world has more to offer than a lot of the business we’ve got our noses pressed into.
Warning: This is no one’s idea of a cozy-cuddly critter.
When I was a kid and read about the ant lion in a Mark Trail comic strip, color comics in the Sunday morning paper, I was all over the playground trying to find one. I didn’t understand how small these are, which would make them hard to find, so to this day I’ve never seen one, although they live all over North America.
The ant lion is the larva of the inoffensive flying doodlebug. It makes a cone-shaped hole in fine sand, the finer the better, hides itself at the bottom, and waits for some hapless ant to fall in. Because the sand is so fine, it’s just about impossible for the prey to escape before the ant lion grabs it and eats it. The ant lion is a mean-looking bug, and if it were the size of an alligator, we’d all have nightmares over it. But it’s only about half an inch long, so no fear.
Since the fall of Adam, God has allowed predation in His world. We are promised that will change, when He redeems Creation. Until then, keep the faith.
Just so you don’t get too scared, here is the harmless adult doodlebug.
I don’t know about you, but I need a sanity break: some reminder that the earth is still the Lord’s.
Big dogs and little dogs, old dogs and puppies–they sure can make a baby laugh.
I can hardly imagine what my mother would have said, had she seen the video of the baby girl treating the dog’s nose like a popsicle. I am afraid she might have fainted.