Too many goslings, not enough wing

Um, could this goose have MORE goslings? The answer is none. None more goslings. I love how a bunch of them made it safely under the wing, and some are all heads up "baroo?!"-ing. It’s like a crowded elevator car.


Nice photos, Stu W.!

One duck’s story

My name is Juju, and this is my story.

So there I was, minding my own bizness, when one day, Mama disappeared. Confused, I wandered off and even dodged cars in the middle of the road. I got chased by a hawk. It sucked.

Then, some complete strangers adopted me. It was definitely nap time.


The strangers gave me a sweet pad—apparently this crib belonged to some Babe named "Barbie". Whatevs—it was better than sleeping on the floor.


Of course, when I got older, my folks insisted I wear a diaper inside the house. (Where do you get a diaper for a duck? Duh.) This one is much too big for me—but eventually I grew up so that you couldn’t even see that I was wearing it.


Even when I was a toddler, I always spotted danger right away. No hawks or foxes for me.


Here’s me with mah peeps. My "Dad" was going to call me "l’Orange". Nice.


Learning to fly was sweet. Yeah, so I had problems getting down from the roof. It happens to lots of ducks.


Eventually, I moved outside of the house into like, nature and stuff. Then I sent these photos into C.O. [wings tap on keyboard]

The End.


Nice work, Juju and Kee H. ;)

Some Days, Only Duckies Will Do

Make way for Mama Mallard and her intrepid fleet o’ bebeh boids.



It’s been the sort of day that demands ducks.  Yes, yes, I know it’s a teensy photo, but wait till you click on it.  And if the long view still isn’t enough, I’ve got even got VIDEO for ya.  Lookit ‘em go!  This is what it’s all about, peeps.  (Er… quacks?)

Haw haw haw.

[tapping one spindly toe]


This fine, sassy Laughing Kookaburra lives at the Henry Doorly Zoo, in Omaha.
Yep, that’d be Nebraska.

Happy Thanksgiving! And now, A Thanksgiving Song

A Thanksgiving Song

Let’s sing it together, everyone.


"I aaaate too moishe
Too moishe is what I ate
I ate too moishe
I ate too moishe
I ate too moishe
IIIIIIII aaaaaaaaate too mooooishe!"

Listen to the song here [156K]


Stomachs are dragging over at Teh CuteTracker… Now stop checking C.O. and go outside and play Thanksgiving Football with your family er something

Ahhhh. Warm clawsitude…

OK, does snorting wine out my nose have to BE a nightly occurence!? [Chandler voice]

The shower cat thread (below) produced this article that lead to this macaroni photo.

Hot damn you’re funny People.


[Wine snort]

Alright, guys. LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!

Turklettes scheming their prison break. If you look closely, you can see ‘anti-cornbread-stuffing’ arm bands.

  close up 
  Originally uploaded by newrambler.

Baby Turk-turk

This turklette wants to know if your Thanksgiving gravy recipe is up to snuff.

Well, is it?


  Baby Turkey 
  Originally uploaded by Old Leadfoot.

Listen closely for the penguin purr

Tiny_boks_of_luv_1I hear eet![ears...straining]

The teeny newborn penguin purr!—Ssssssssssssh!

[placing flipper over your lips]


Oh, and to sender-inner Anna, tell all your friends to shuddyup, ’cause you made it on C.O.!

WAY TO GO, Baybee!

A real-life Snow White moment

Snowwhite_stamp_1Ruhmember in the movie Snow White when the birds help her get dressed? it was too fabulous.

At the future C.O. Dream Office, birds will be on hand to help with all administrative tasks, including taking off your jacket as you enter, fetching toner cartridges, cleaning your ears, etc.


[The sound of tiny boks]


[Hummingbird watercooler chat]


Tiny, red-breasted, buzzing, winged thanks to Yolanda ;)


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