Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
guppiecat: (Default)

Alaotran gentle lemur (Hapalemur alaotrensis)_1


And that’s it for my trip to the Durrell Wildlife Park.


When I was there, they told me that they had a plan to rotate their animals around with the aim to bring in rarer and more threatened species, so I expect to go there again. I figure 2019 is probably a reasonable target.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Black and Gold Howler Monkey (Alouatta caraya)_18


A rat king is created when rats get their tails tangled together and move around as one large aggregate creature. There is considerable argument about whether or not this can actually happen.


These monkeys have nothing to do with the previous fact.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Aye-aye (Daubentonia madagascariensis)_18


Aye-ayes use their long finger to tap around tree trunks to find holes and then dig grubs out.


Apparently they also eat corn.


Who knew?




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Asian Small-clawed Otter (Aonyx cinerea)_3


I used to think that the reason I never saw any vampire otters was because zoos are only open during the day.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Chestnut-backed Thrush (Geokichla dohertyi)_3


The rest of the bird is on back order.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Blue Poison Frog (Dendrobates tinctorius)_2


Pollinator frogs visit a great many flowers in a day as they collect nectar to support the rest of the hive.


Sadly, the global spread of the chytrid fungus is endangering these little creatures and putting humanity’s food supply at risk.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Dodo Enclosure


Checked several times. Never saw one. :(




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Komodo Dragon (Varanus komodoensis)_4


Jack-in-a-box has nothing over komodo-dragon-in-a-log.


Though, granted, you can play with the former a heck of a lot longer.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Alaotran gentle lemur (Hapalemur alaotrensis)_4


Suddenly realized that if the name of the band was “Alvin and the Chipmunks”, it must imply that either Alvin was not a chipmunk (if so, what was he?) or he was so egotistical that he counted himself twice.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Black and Gold Howler Monkey (Alouatta caraya)_9


Monkeys use their long tail for balance, so they don’t fall off of thin vines and branches.


Here you can see he’s holding on to a giant invisible rail.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Andean Bear (Tremarctos ornatus)_32


I don’t always catch my balance just in the nick of time, but when I do, I pretend that I’m posing for a meme.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Common Brown Lemur (Eulemur fulvus)_12


You might want to zoom in on this image. (If you’re on FB, click on the stories.starmind.org link, then click on the photo itself to get to Flickr.)


See how what looks like an odd extension of the lemur tongue is actually something different?


Yeah … I think that’s how lemurs do teeth.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Aye-aye (Daubentonia madagascariensis)_1


This is not a good photo of an aye aye. However, it is the best photo I’ve ever gotten of the crazy-long finger that they use to probe around in holes trying to find grubs.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Hamerkop (Scopus umbretta)_7


According to Wikipedia, this bird is known as the hamerkop, hammerkop, hammerkopf, hammerhead, hammerhead stork, or anvilhead.


This means that almost everyone who looks at this guy thinks “wow he sure does look like a hammer”, but there was at least one natural historian out there who was entirely contrarian.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

Greater Flamingo (Phoenicopterus roseus)_1


Flamingos are filter feeders, so it’s rare that you can see the bill both above and below the water. Usually, there’s far too much stuff clouding the water.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
guppiecat: (Default)

He had known it was against the rules. They’d made that abundantly clear.


Still, he thought, there had to be room for flexibility. The world consisted not of endlessly cycling identical days. If the rays of the rising sun can hit the shards of the fallen and shattered night, pushing the pieces into a fresh new day, is not reasonable to think that everything could change?


An egg can do nothing for weeks, then can crack and the next day be a bird.


A tree can stand for years, get struck by lightning one day and the next day be nothing but a pile of ash.


Flat, unmarked ground can sit for eons and, suddenly become a thriving megalopolis full of ants.


Is it so unreasonable to think that borders could change as well? Sure, to the west there were still the mountains and to the south was still the sea. But the river, that changed constantly.


Time, also, had borders – each sunset, each sunrise, completely different every time.


He had understood the rule, back when it was put into place. At first, it had seemed unfair that others could cross the river, but when he gazed at the crocodiles shining red and gold in the setting sun, and he had understood.


But since then, the sky had changed so much, from black to pink, to blue, and to orange and red then black once again. Then, to nothing but grey and black for three entire days as the rain came down. However, even the rainy days were different, sometimes soft and gentle and almost entirely quiet. Sometimes coming down so hard that the eggshells were blown from the trees and the ants were washed up and out of the ground. Sometimes the rain even moved sideways, wetting everyone no matter how they hid.


This morning, though, he the first was awakened by the rising sun and, though the sky looked as it had may days before, it was the river’s time to change. Where once it had sat still, off in the distance, glinting softly as the fish nibbled at the surface, it was now wider and much less flat. There were trees in it, moving all together. Most importantly, there wasn’t a single crocodile to be seen.


Everything was different. He knew he could make it. He knew everyone was asleep. He knew that this was his time. He picked out a promising looking tree and got ready to leap upon it when he suddenly found himself hauled back to the muddy shore and then dragged back into the forest.


So here he sits, caught, cuffed, and confined. Watched by all, actively prevented from pursuing his own goals, from living his own life. Though he was surrounded by the group, he was completely alone with his thoughts, playing back the morning, thinking about what had gone wrong.


There was but one conclusion.


Dad was just a big old meanie.


Gorilla (Gorilla gorilla gorilla)_38




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Profile

guppiecat: (Default)
guppiecat

September 2017

S M T W T F S
      1 2
3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16
17 18 19 20 212223
24252627282930

Most Popular Tags

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Page generated Sep. 21st, 2017 07:36 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios