A rare white black bear cub. Don’t ask what became of them if you don’t want your heart broken…
…is the name of my new band.
No actually, these are the alcoholic Vervet monkeys of St. Kitts island in the Caribbean:
“300 years ago Vervet monkeys were brought onto the island of St. Kitts, in the Caribbean, from West Africa along with slaves serving the rum industry. The monkeys that escaped acquired a taste for alcohol by eating the fermented sugar cane left in the fields. Today, they raid local bars to satisfy their thirst.”
Surreal video of a child playing with a huge pack of panting, gallumphing Saint Bernards in a temperate rainforest on Lasqueti Island in British Columbia.
Fire laws require we have a red outdoor fire bell attached to the indoor sprinkler system (don’t get me started). Needless to say, it’s a useless, unwanted appendage to the house. Birds, in the past, have unsuccessfully tried making nests in the bottom of the bell, only to have the twigs slip out the bottom. We’d go outside to find a small pile of branches on the ground under the bell. Finally, one smartie figured out they should be making the nest on top of the inner support housing where it’s flat. The bell provides shelter, and they now have a well-established nest up there. So the bell is being useful, at least!
Couldn’t find Gracie the other night. I knew she was in the house, but just couldn’t locate her. Finally, I accidentally bumped her toy box, and it was much heavier than it should have been. Sure enough, Gracie was hiding in there, underneath her paper.