Tag Archives: animals

Dino heaven.

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Not content to watch David Attenborough’s new series Prehistoric Planet on my phone I headed out to the barn and began the mind numbing, hair pulling process of setting up Apple TV in the man cave. It took a while to make the connection as our internet service is sketchy at best… but oh, was it worth it.

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The colors, graphics and scenery in this show are stunning …

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And I happily settled in for hours of uninterrupted viewing.

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All Hail Sir David! The passion with which he narrates stirs my very soul. 96 years young and still finding wonder in the natural world. I love him.

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If you’re a dinosaur fan? You really need to watch this show.

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Yes, there are T Rex and Brontosaurs and Triceratops, but it’s the weird and wonderful little known dinos that will steal your heart.

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The giant reptiles really come to life.

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As does our Cretaceous world.

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At times it feels like a sci fi movie….

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And I was loving every minute of it.

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I zipped through part one..

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And was halfway through part two with a big smile on my face when it happened.

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Our *#%”ing internet connection broke and no matter how hard I tried or what I did I couldn’t get it back.

Grrr…

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Sad animal facts.

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I’ve never understood why my calendar thinks the animals it features are sad. Weird and quirky beats cute and cuddly any day of the week in my book.

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Resting in clouds sounds pretty effing fabulous to me.

It’s the only bird that is known to intentionally enter into a cloud,” Weimerskirch says. And not just any cloud — a fluffy, white cumulus cloud. Over the ocean, these clouds tend to form in places where warm air rises from the sea surface. The birds hitch a ride on the updraft, all the way up to the top of the cloud.

A veritable frigate bird roller coaster.

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I’m giving this drawing an A- for likeness to the real thing.

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They’re a little off on the tail and overall color, but all things considered it’s pretty damn close.

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Let’s play.

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Because we can all use a little levity.

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Living in the country probably gives me the advantage here, but you never know… some of you have backyard alligators and I can’t top that.

My list of chasers;

A chicken. Don’t laugh, they’re quick and vengeful little buggers.

A billy goat. I barely escaped with my posterior intact… although now that I think of it, a little less of that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

A skunk. Thankfully they don’t have very good eyesight … I lost him behind a shrub.

A mockingbird. Never underestimate the ferocity of this bird. He used to dive bomb our poor cat on a daily basis.

A snapping turtle. Granted I didn’t have to run very fast with this one, but those jaws can snap your finger like a twig.

A bat. Was he actually chasing me? I don’t know, but he was trapped in our house and I didn’t take the time to find out.

And finally, an elk who chased me around our car. I was photographing a herd in the Smoky Mountain National Park from a far off, safe distance when a lone female came up from behind and let her displeasure be known.

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I don’t recommend that experience.

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So how about it? Who’s been chasing you….

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News you can’t use.

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Admit it, you look forward to these.

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And I thought our cat was spoiled. Geesh!

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New Yorkers are an inventive lot and will try to sell you almost anything. A Pier 17 rooftop? Sure, why not….

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I have never in my life wanted to play golf, until now.

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I should. I really should….

And because I’m thoughtful blogger who always thinks of her friends, you can as well.

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Cheers!

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News you can’t use.

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Because I live for odd headlines.

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If they’re anything like Twinkies, I’m sure they still tasted fine.

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Yes, in 1945 American GI’s liberated a little girl’s birthday cake along with Italy. She looks quite happy now, so I guess what they say is true… it’s never too late for cake.

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While we welcome all wild visitors for a nosh at Casa River … this makes me glad I don’t live in Florida.

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Is this really a gift? I’m going with no.

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