Albert, for his many fans.
This is his get-that-camera-outta-my-face look. Imogen refers to this as his, “must you?” look.
Albert, for his many fans.
This is his get-that-camera-outta-my-face look. Imogen refers to this as his, “must you?” look.
Pacha (Quechuan for “earth”), aka Humbug, is planning world domination.
She’s adorable. As is Albert!
We specialize in adorable.
The Giddy Eclipse!
(Albert is sooo cute. Humbug is adorable. Luna is a bundle of wonder. Your place is the IRL cuteoverload.com)
What an absolutely wonderful photo. No slight to Hopeful and Sniff, but I think Giddy is my favorite of your crew.
so they’ll never know.
The picture was real serendipity. I had the camera out trying to take a different picture and I happened to look up and saw her all lit up — a second later she moved just a bit and the effect was gone.
After many years of being a bit slow on the draw, I’ve trained myself to keep both eyes open when taking photos. That way I can see if anything interesting is happening just out of frame or about to enter the frame. Close ups excepted, of course.
FM promised me a George photo. I’m waiting FM.
Hi keres.
Some pictures of George will be coming up in a little while.
I came across this helpful frog picture and just knew it belonged here.
The mouse is riding out a flood with the help of a passing frog.
Indeed it does.
It’s nice when species can put aside their differences and help out those in need.
Pacha, along the same lines, is helping me get more exercise by chasing me around the pasture (boy, am I outta shape).
she’s just spotted me, and is reving up the turbo.
A great photo … she’s got you in her sights for sure!
feels it is his duty to set an example for other creatures of the virtues of meditation and stillness.
He is a master of the all-day meditation.
How’s the old boy’s choppers doing?
He seems to be managing better with his largely chopper-less state. We continue to chop up his food, but he’s getting better at shifting larger bits directly to his remaining cheek teeth.
We need to trim his upper front teeth this weekend. A task involving a Dremel with a cut-off wheel, two sets of hands, and a wooden dowel – and is hated by all involved.
He also has to go to the vet once or twice a year to have his other teeth trimmed so that they continue to meet and wear properly. They need to knock him out to do that.
I guess he’s like a beaver, his teeth must keep growing. Doesn’t his gnawing help?
Rodents by definition have teeth that grow continuously.
Their teeth wear down through chewing, and grinding against the teeth on the opposite jaw.
In Albert’s case, his upper front teeth don’t have any bottom teeth to wear against (they were both pulled). Hence our having to trim his. As for his cheek teeth, on his left side he still has all his uppers and lowers, but they do not mesh well and tend to wear unevenly.
In the wild, animals with badly meshed teeth would probably die. But in domesticates, we provide them with enough food that they can usually survive with bad teeth, and unfortunately pass on the trait to their offspring.
A beaver is also a rodent, in case you were wondering.
I knew that beavers were (I have to teach 3rd & 4th grade science), but I didn’t quite make the link to rabbits. Science isn’t my strong point. Kidspeak tends to carry the ball in the science arena. A funny aside — you should my students complain loudly and angrily when I point out that we are animals. They do not like it one bit.
Next time you are teaching about mammals, you can tell the kids that rodents make up 40% of mammal species (eeewwww), and bats make up another 40% of mammal species (eeewwwww), leaving only 20% of mammal species to stretch the whole way from monotremes (echidnas and platypus) to humans.
and already more coordinated than I’ll ever be.
Great action shot.
I feel the same, coordination wise.
At first, I thought it was a frog with the worst toupee, I’d ever seen.
I’m pretty sure on of the teachers at my high school had a worse toupee.
Which reminds me of the very nice college English professor that invented the cinnamon-bun-comb-over by let ting the hair on one side grow out about a foot and then swirling it around several times to cover the top of his head. It was all kept in place by way too much hair spray. On windy days, if the unattached side was upwind, it would sit up on his head like vertical cinnamon swirl with each gust.