I still get a kick out of non-horse mounts on carousels.
OLP 2013 – 6 – Run rabbit run
Goats
Ponies in fog
Something about the line “ponies in fog” reminds me of Flight of the Conchords’ “Bowie’s in Space.” And I s’pose it also carries hints of “Snakes on a Plane.” All very straightforward titles, yet somehow creative in their uncreativity, no? Well maybe not “ponies in fog,” that one’s just a cop-out.
Regardless, here are some ponies in fog. (Or probably horses in fog, actually.)
Swan lake
Mad seagull
Well, even if I can’t give you recent photos, I can at least give you a few decent ones. Only every once in a while, though. Wouldn’t want to spoil you.
This is actually reposted from Monmouth County Daily Photo last year. It reminded me of Michael Smith’s famous Mad Bluebird photo, but I guess most birds just have that kind of face!
Piebald!
If you live in the U.S., you’re probably familiar with white-tailed deer. Most of them are, y’know, brown.
Every now and then you’ll find an albino deer, which is all white with pink eyes.
And sometimes, you’ll find a deer that doesn’t quite fit into either category. These spotty brown-and-white deer are PIEBALDS.
Like albinism, piebald is a rare genetic thing: less than 1% of the deer population is piebald. It’s frequently associated with other weird physical stuff, like a bowed (“Roman”) nose, short or deformed legs, a curved spine, short lower mandible (overbite), and internal organ deformities.
This piebald buck— either a young button buck or a buck who’d recently shed his antlers, but I’m not familiar enough with deer to make an educated assertion— seemed pretty physically normal to my inexpert eyes… except that he was out at the wrong time of day, and totally unafraid of people.
Source:
Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries. (2012). “Deer: Frequently asked questions.”
http://www.dgif.virginia.gov/wildlife/deer/faq.asp#piebald-deer
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Turkey day
When I was driving my friend Kyle home after a somewhat disappointing hike, I nearly ran over some wild turkeys.
“WHAT!” I cried.
“They’re turkeys,” said Kyle.
I stopped the car in the middle of the road and grabbed my camera from the backseat.
“Are you serious,” Kyle deadpanned.
“They’re WILD TURKEYS!!! I’ve seen wild turkeys like three times!”
“Dude, they live in the woods. They’re as common as sparrows.”
“Not to me!”
Kyle sat there in patient disbelief as I kept shooting pictures of these stupid birds.
“…In the spring, they have babies, and they’re kind of cute,” he conceded.
Anyway— Happy Thanksgiving, if you’re in the U.S. and you celebrate.












