All in fun, McKayla– congrats on your terrific Olympics.
This—what do you call it?—meelk?—is TÉRRIBLÉ!
Mary C., from Animal Advocates, sent this lil’ wild bun in.
You always say you’re taste testing the food for me; in case it’s poison. You nearly knock me down on your way to the bowl. Well, go ahead, taste it. Taste it hard.
I am bowled over, Cohise!
Every day is Bunday with this one, jpockele.
Back in my day, kids respected a fella’s yard. My nuts are down there!
That squirrel has a bad case of the old and grumpies, Johan C.
Let’s all be really quiet and just look at this tiny, sleppy, one day old baby goat. Donchya love how baby goats are called kids.
[Horrible crashing sound as you trip over the watering can while trying to get a closer look] That’s just great. You woke the baby.
Whoa, that baby won’t even look at you.
Oh no! I think baby’s gonna cry.
Get a bottle in that baby, STAT, Miriam.
A wise guy, eh? Yer really gettin’ on my noives! What’s the big idea? That’s it! Stick ’em up!
This little killdeer chick is one tough customer, Paula P.
Notice the light? The depth of field? The capture of disapproval mixed with a questioning brow? I may not be the artist, but I am most certainly the muse.
Pardon me, but I, too, am art. The background is perfectly blurred to contrast against my light fur. My large eyes reflect light and draw the eyes of the viewer up to the top of the frame. This photo lingers in the mind, because it raises the question, “What is she looking at?”
If you are gonna disapprove, why not do it with a fantastic do?
Is the salon bill outrageous, Esther?