All our animals are rescues in one way or another, whether we found them or they found us, our menagerie is all a matter of crucial timing and/or serendipity — and that includes our Russian tortoise Buster who my mother basically unearthed whiled gardening in the yard of her Sherman Oaks home back in October …
After trying and failing a couple weeks ago with the old tilted-box-balanced-on-a-stick-tied-with-string trick to catch our long self-exiled Bink, I spent waaaaay too much money on what we hoped would be a more effective capture apparatus — and one that didn’t require us to stand around in the dark waiting for Bink to mosey on …
On the surface I could bitch and moan about getting my 15th flat of the year thanks to this little fella picked up somewhere on the ride home that managed to make its way through the tire tread and tube just after I passed Hoover on Jefferson in front of USC: But the fact is …
For no reason this morning I opened up a folder on my computer containing the thousands upon thousand of images from our African honeymoon that began four years ago next month. This is the first photo I clicked on of a solitary black rhino backdropped by the jawdropping vastness and grandeur of a mist-shrouded Ngorongoro …
Our cat Bink is somewhere approaching his fourth month of self-imposed outdoor exile — this despite our best failed efforts to trap him a couple weekends ago utilizing the old baited-crate-balanced-on-a-stick-tied-with-string routine. He knows where home is and sticks close by and we see him pretty regularly either live or pixelized when his image gets …
Just a couple things discovered whilst making my way through some of the outdoor portion of my morning chores. First up, there used to be a whole mess of aloe plants growing haphazardly in the frontyard planter box at the top of the steps, and it was about three years ago Susan when did some …
Coincidentally at Saturday’s Hot Dog Death March, fellow LA Metblogger Jodi made mention to her husband Eric of the emergency bag o’ kibble I’m rarely without while biking to/from work or play. I say “coincidentally” because it had been awhile since my last interaction with a stray on the streets, but sure enough this morning …