How about something nice, for a change? Yeah, let’s do that.
There’s a fence between these donkeys and where they want to go. They study the situation. They think about it. And then they solve the problem.
It’s not a bad thing to be a smart ass–if you’re a donkey.
You don’t generally think of a rhinoceros frolicking–but hey, babies are babies. This little guy is playing with his zookeeper. His momma is just a few yards away–a situation which, in the wild, might be fraught with danger for the keeper.
For the longest time rhinos were portrayed as bad-tempered, wantonly aggressive animals. But in the 1950s Jean-Pierre Hallet tamed an adult male rhino and used to ride around on him. Love and kindness did the trick, he said. It usually does.
(Okay, Byron, this had better be good! I passed up a really cute baby rhino video for it.)
After about three months, things get exciting for a baby quokka and his mother: he’s growing too big for the pouch, and he needs to be weaned off milk and onto real food.
Before we titter at quokkas for being fooled by a robot quokka, remember who shut down their whole country because of some guy’s cockamamie computer model.
I played softball in our league for 20-plus years, and I don’t think I ever saw anyone fall flat on his or her face en route to first base. Apparently running the bases isn’t as easy as it looks. I have seen a batter or two spin around and collapse after a lusty swing and a miss. Most embarrassing.
Anyway, my brain’s feeling tired and I needed some comic relief.
Netherland dwarf bunnies–oh, my! So adorable, you could plotz.
You might find this incredible, but some scientists believe bunnies like these are distantly related to a prehistorical animal that doesn’t look bunnyish at all… the Uintatherium. That’s this fellow, here:
No, no! Not the guy in the shirt. The big one with tusks and horns. They want to put it on the rabbit family tree. Go figure.
I don’t know quite how to explain this, but something about the way chickens run always delights me when I see it. And we also have roosters who usurp cats’ dinners. I don’t suppose there are many shy roosters.
I’ve heard domestic chickens can’t fly in any meaningful sense of the word. Some of you have or had had chickens. Did any of them ever fly away?
The first time I watched this video, my first thought was, “What a truly stupid way to die!” But I watched it again, and my second thought was, “What a truly stupid way to die!”
I’m afraid the guy in the first trick must have broken his coccyx. Ouch.
(While Lee and Pat make vain and futile efforts to buy basic household goods, turn we now unto Quokka University…)
G’day, folks! Byron the Quokka here–at Quokka University, no less, where exciting things are happening. We’re shooting for Sept. 31 as the official opening of our first semester–so sign up now! “Ipso loquitur mannimota,” is our motto.
We have signed up Violet Crepuscular’s former high school boyfriend, Otto Claptrap, to give a series of special lectures on topics of compelling intellectual interest. Here are some of the titles:
*”Whose fault is it if you get blown up after walking onto property clearly posted as a mine field?”
*”Why do people go on cruise ships when they’re just going to do the same things they could have done on land?”
*”Is dinosaur soft tissue edible? If so, who’s eating it?”
*”Why am I lecturing to a bunch of quokkas and other marsupials?”
Meanwhile, someone is tugging my tail about the comment contest. Hey, lay off! I can’t make readers comment, can I? Caw, it’s as the spirit moves ’em, isn’t it?
Last I looked, there were less than a thousand comments to go to No. 60,000, a major milestone. But I can’t run a contest and track down Mr. Claptrap at the same time. I had to negotiate all his fees, y’know. Whatever else you say about him, at least he’s cheap!
These dogs and cats–how sweet they are to one another! My cats have always fought. And our rats, once the lights went out for bedtime–thump-thump-thump-Squeeeeeak! And then you turn the light back on and they’re pretending nothing happened.
But here, at least, wherever here is, we have a Peaceable Kingdom. I will show this video to my two cats and hope they get the message.
I think this dog is purposely trying to entertain the baby. The more the baby laughs, the more the dog does the stuff that makes him laugh. This is a meeting of the minds–don’t knock it. We’ve seen a lot of videos of babies going ga-ga for dogs and cats. Is this something God meant to be? I think so.