Thanks to Elise Thompson over at LAist, yesterday I learned me a new limerick that’s 98 years old: The Pelican A wonderful bird is a pelican, His bill will hold more than his belican. He can take in his beak Food enough for a week; But I’m damned if I see how the helican. — …
One of the residual effects of a prolonged storm in Los Angeles is that the wildlife, forced to take an elongated refuge from the rain, emerges post-precipitation a bit famished and perhaps somewhat cabin fevered and therefore a little more bold, daring and easily spotted. Case in point: Walking the dogs at 5 a.m. this …
This doesn’t come close to being a find of any type of archaeological proportions, but in a city so often faulted for covering up its history, I can’t help but feeling somewhat similar to what I imagine a palentologist might feel discoveringĂ‚Â preserved footprints of some ancient creature. In this case it’s the pawprints of …
So not only did I do enough riding to put me past my revised annual goal (passing it somewhat appropriately in the bike lane on Riverside Drive by the Los Angeles Equestrian Center), but I also paid visits to IKEA, Supply Sergeant and OSH in Burbank before coming back through Griffith Park and over Los …
In my webcammings of late I’ve been pointing the camera through a window out into the side garden at a makeshift birdbath that I set up awhile ago during some particularly nasty hot and dry spell. To my consterned surprise the effort went entirely ignored for a few weeks by what turned out to be …
Knowing how strongly I feel about coyotes, my blogbuddy Julia pointed me in the direction of The Daily Coyote written by a young woman in Wyoming who took in an orphaned coyote pup and has been raising for some time. It is just about the best thing ever.
IMG_4650.JPG Originally uploaded by Wildbell Random photo of a gecko we found hanging out near our hotel suite when we were in Zanzibar in the Summer of 2005.