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Internets, I currently live in a rural town. We have gorgeous Victorian era buildings made out of limestone, and we have penguins.
Yup, penguins.
Eat your heart out, Northern Hemisphere, you and your ADORABLE SQUIRRELS that people MOCK ME FOR COOING OVER.
Penguins are gross and they smell like fish and one bit me once.
Anyway, at this time of year we also have lots of lambs, and the ones next door have prompted the following observations:
Things Human Babies Are Unlikely To Do In The First Few Weeks Of Life That Sheep Babies Definitely Will:
- Stand on their mother's back while she lies there placidly and then call out for her because they have forgotten where she is.
- Accidentally stick their heads in a stream of their mother's urine, pull it out, shake it off, look confused, and then DO IT AGAIN.
- Hump other babies.
LAMBS. They light up my life.
Yup, penguins.
Eat your heart out, Northern Hemisphere, you and your ADORABLE SQUIRRELS that people MOCK ME FOR COOING OVER.
Penguins are gross and they smell like fish and one bit me once.
Anyway, at this time of year we also have lots of lambs, and the ones next door have prompted the following observations:
Things Human Babies Are Unlikely To Do In The First Few Weeks Of Life That Sheep Babies Definitely Will:
- Stand on their mother's back while she lies there placidly and then call out for her because they have forgotten where she is.
- Accidentally stick their heads in a stream of their mother's urine, pull it out, shake it off, look confused, and then DO IT AGAIN.
- Hump other babies.
LAMBS. They light up my life.
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Date: 2012-09-19 12:41 pm (UTC)(But penguins rock! We only have cute little fairy penguins here, though, so that may have something to do with it. And they are guarded by even more adorable Maremma dogs!)
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Date: 2012-09-19 01:35 pm (UTC)*hangs head.*
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Date: 2012-09-19 01:45 pm (UTC)I'd better add a comma, huh?
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Date: 2012-09-19 02:11 pm (UTC)And lambs! Although I always feel guilty cooing over lambs because I like to eat them as much as coo over them…
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Date: 2012-09-19 10:39 pm (UTC)They are smaller, and stripey. And less like rats with a bad perm. And less likely to advance in gauche manner upon the tourists.
(I will grant you that the little red squirrels are almost as cute as chipmunks. Too bad they are not stripey.)
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Date: 2012-09-20 02:16 am (UTC)I coo over squirrels too--both the huge stompy ones I've seen in Ontario and some of New England, and the much smaller red ones we have on the east coast of Canada. (I used to wish we had both, but then was told that if the big ones migrate here they'll likely kill off the little red ones, so...no thank you. O_O) Squirrels!
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Date: 2012-09-20 06:01 am (UTC)