The author had not intended to post today, but was utterly undone by the following story and simply had to share: Santra, a female brown bear in Finland’s Ahtari Zoo, is apparently the latest adherent to the yoga craze that has been sweeping the globe for the last decade or so (more if you gew up, as the author did, in the land that the sixties forgot… to leave).
In any case, it was obvious to all in attendance that Santra is well on her way to yogi status as she demonstrated a variety of poses over a fifteen-minute span. Namaste, yoga bear.
Apparently, Dear readers, the author of BV is on a tiny animal kick. The newest addition to the list being Microhyla nepenthicola, recently discovered by researchers in Borneo. These little buggers live and breed in the muck that accumulates at the bottom of pitcher plants that grow on the forest floor.
Neat trick, that, since the pitcher plant is carnivorous. Perhaps even these tiny frogs are too big a bite for the pitcher plant to chew.
And perhaps the author’s love for these creatures of diminutive size is a reaction to the smallness she feels in the face of almost insurmountable personal hurdles, and a respect for their ability to adapt and persevere. Or perhaps that pop psychobabble should go the way of poor Ornithomimosauria, long extinct and similarly toothless.
But the bottom line, dear readers, is that that tiny frog is damned cute, don’t you think?
The author has been remiss, and has neglected to deliver promised entries. Well, dear readers, that is changing, starting now, with a new link I love.
Hooray, tiny animals has all of the squishy cutsiepoo appeal that the author of BV secretly loves in an alarmingly pre-adolescent way. Enjoy, and return for more posts.
Dear readers, the author of BV has once again been asleep at the proverbial wheel, but she has a Very Good Reason. That is, a nasty little animal called Cancer has been plagueing her family (in the way that toads, locusts, and other particular nasty little animals did in old-testament families), and she has been entirely preoccupied with the psychic and culinary efforts to systematically wipe out–or at least significantly hamper the spread of– said species. But, lest you (the two of you darling people out there who actually CARE) forget about her, fear not! she has returned, with a list of likely suspects for new entries and a new fervor for the entire project. It may take a while, but sit tight.
In other words, Dear Readers, stick with the author of BV, kid, she’ll teach ya things and show ya places.
Some people do not se ewhat is so amazing and/or great about this video. Those people are, by and large, DOG people. The author of BV, being non-paristan in her domestic animal affiliations, finds this party-line stance both tedious and naive. This video, dear readers, is Teh Awesome.
Well, this is another post inspired by the Discovery Channel series Life. Unfortunately, Dear Readers, while the Fried Egg jellyfish (Phacellophora camtschatica) is strange and beautiful, it is also singularly boring. Terrible at cocktail parties. Seriously. Even with the author of BV’s overactive imagination, she could find nothing more fascinating to write about about this behemouth than the shape that its name implies. Which leaves her with nothing to say but pass the tabasco, and mind the tentacles.
Copyright: Museum Meermanno, MMW, 10 B 25, Folio 36v
You cannot blame the author for the sheer volume of noteworthy cocks in the world. She is perfectly aware that she has already written about the Cock of Dawn, but that was from the Chinese tradition, and the author reserves the right to differentiate between Chinese and Roman cocks. Ahem. In any case, were you to blame anyone for the next double entendre, dear readers, it would have to be Pliny the Elder, who writes that cocks “were designed by nature to announce the dawn; by singing they awaken men.” Indeed.
They are also, he avers, quite the little oracles: omens and auspices can be read in the behavior of cocks. Indeed. The author once knew a man who swore he could predict the weather with his. True story.