tithes of mint and rue

[yamamanama]

I don't know why they're on a whiteboard mentioning the herpetological society, but here they are.

Nina was hoping there was a job where you could monitor fishing nets for sea turtles, especially if there was a submersible and she could be like "chhhhthk. This is XZ-447, we have turtles, bzzt over chchch."




There was an osprey. Somebody shot him/her, and he had to be fed liquefied fish and mice.
I did not know they were seabirds, by the way.





and the squirrels.








And baby raccoons. They're totally better pictures than last year's newborns. One of the raccoons was screaming, one of the raccoons took a shit in the trash can. Nina wanted to dress as a raccoon or at least wear a raccoon mask, to see if the babies would like it more. I would pay to see that.


And a young human who really liked snakes and will probably be a volunteer at the Wildlife Center in ten years. Her mother told us a story about a one hundred and six year old lady who could pick a chicken wing clean with just her gums. I'm amazed but I don't ever want to be that person.


Terry the Terrapin needed his grinding plates (bony parts that are like molars except actually useful) worn down, since they got too big and he closed his mouth. I wish I had grinding plates. I don't think canine teeth serve much purpose aside from eating raw meat and biting people. Gums get pretty tough, they say.


This is a bird. He's someone's pet and either a visitor or a patient.

Christina did an impression of Penelope after she managed to get Gallop out, which looked a bit like the grimace-of-despair Mirror Shield in Majora's Mask. And then spilled water attempting to make coffee. Coffee that smelled of cheese. But what do I know about coffee; I prefer tea and I haven't eaten anything but jello and pudding for the last week. She showed new volunteers how to walk the goats. See, Gallop's easy, but you have to distract Penelope somehow. They went down the nature trail. Ian said if they didn't return in 30 minutes, we'd send out a search party.


She found this duck-platypus-Mr. Saturn thing that she said was simultaneously (my word) cute and ugly (her words)


And here's Deformed Sponge Bob.

This is a reference to a story by Roger Zelazny, by the way.
Burning Question: Man is the reasoning animal? Greater than beasts but less than angels?