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Mr. Nature: The Rock Hyrax

Jambo! Mr. Nature here, with another one of those little animals that doesn’t get a lot of press–the rock hyrax.

It’s not a quokka, although it looks like one. We are told the rock hyrax’s closest living relative is the African elephant. Peculiarities of the skull, and all: but Hannibal would’ve had an interesting time crossing the Alps with these instead of elephants. Hyraxes are at home in rocky terrain, though, so they might’ve done all right–provided you weren’t counting on them to carry troops and equipment.

Hyraxes live in colonies, employ a host of different vocalizations, and have big, sharp incisor teeth. They are found in South Africa, West and Central Africa, and here and there throughout the Middle East. They are not marsupials, so if you find one with a pouch, you’ve got a quokka.

God’s creation features endless variety. We’ll never run out of stuff to study.


Now We Are 70

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And the joke’s on me, ’cause I don’t have life insurance!

Anyhow, today I’ve made it to threescore and ten. It’d be nice to be working on Bell Mountain No. 13, only the weather has not been cooperating and I don’t have but the tiniest hints of what that book might be about. So I propose to eat brownies, smoke a cigar, and indulge myself in dinosaur videos while ducking the nooze. I’ve already heard more of that than I wanted to hear today.

I was going to go to the Y and celebrate by playing basketball; but with my finger in the shape it’s in, I dassn’t go anywhere near a basketball, One false move, and it’s an out-of-body experience for the Leester. I’ll just have to wait till I’m a little older before I play again.

Most important: Today’s the day our friend and sister Evelyn gets interviewed by NPR about her long opposition to same-sex fake marriage, and we all ought to be praying for her. May the Holy Spirit give her words to speak, words of power and conviction–because only God knows who might be listening. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

So I’ll be around all day, checking in from time to time, hoping to see a great big spike in my book sales [laughs hysterically], exchanging pleasantries… and closely monitoring the progress of our present comment contest! I can’t leave it all to Byron the Quokka; he’s so easily distracted. And of course the hymn shop remains open all day.

See you in a bit.


Remember the Comment Contest!

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I have enlisted the services of Byron the Quokka, pictured above, to remind everybody that we’ve got a comment contest going. Not much action on this blog today!

Byron says we currently have 43,447 comments, which means we are only 553 short of a winner. His arithmetic is impeccable. Yes, whoever posts Comment No. 44,000 will win an autographed copy of The Temptation–unless I can come up with something gaudier: maybe one of those supermarket robots that wanders around the aisles looking for spills.

All readers are eligible to play, and all comments are eligible except for the following: remarks abusive to anyone else on this site; comments containing profanity or blasphemy; ads thinly disguised as comments, as if we couldn’t see through that; or comments simply too inane, jejeune, or vacuous to bother with. Other than that, anything goes.

If you’ve already won a contest, don’t be shy–try to win again. Just don’t make a habit of it. I mean, if the same person wins all the time, that could make me look bad…


Introducing…. the Quokka

Even Mr. Nature doesn’t know everything about nature; so when “Watchman” asked if I’d ever heard of the quokka, reputed to be “the happiest animal in the world,” I had to say no. Nevertheless, there is such an animal and here it is.

I think they look like a cross between a kangaroo and a teddy bear. They live on scattered islands off the coast of Australia, and are zealously protected from overattentive tourists who just can’t get enough of them. Unlike most kangaroos and teddy bears, quokkas are very good at climbing trees.

God’s stuff–we never run out of things to love and admire in His handiwork.


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