Category: WildLife

Once Best of Friends

Keeping up my credos in cultural anthro/folklore/myth society, I note I anthropomorphize The Wild.

Well Excu-use me!

(extra points for any readers who know that reference)

Folklore and Myth anthropomorphize The Wild to teach lessons, offer morality plays, share spiritual meaning, et cetera.

It’s much safer to do so using The Old Ones than to blatantly attribute bad behaviors – idiocy, greed, malice, avarice, and so on – to the individuals still living and still in power.

Doing so often results in a shortened tenure upon the planet.

Interestingly, the only individual who could safely (okay, somewhat safely) get away with doing so is what many cultures recognize as the Sacred Clown.

The Sacred Clown’s primary role was to speak truth to power and they often did so with humor. Many of today’s comedians share that they told jokes as children because they rapidly learned the bullies couldn’t hit you if they were laughing hard.

Sacred Clowns exist throughout history. George Carlin was one. Mort Sahl was another. Down through time they were Jesters, circus performers, thespians, and interestingly they tended to be people either intentionally or by self-design on the outskirts of society.

Better to observe from such positions, don’t you think?

So here we have two Rabbits, perhaps once best of friends, now not talking to each other.

Who know who slighted who, either real or imaginary.

And as that’s an anthropomorphization, I suspect imaginary.

How about you? What do you think?

 

Saying Hello to Mom

Bears, it seems, are taught a social etiquette when dealing with Two-Leggers.

A kind of Ursine “Don’t talk to Strangers” me thinks.

This affable matron – and my apologies for not noticing this during filming (filming??? Oh, how 20th century, Joseph!) – is, we suspect, the mother of the lads offered in the past few videos.

The good news is she’s healthy and happy.

The less good news is her sons (and perhaps a daughter I didn’t notice at the time) told her about the good chow at Chez Carrabis.

And she didn’t even leave a tip.

Bummer.

 

Being Dissed by an Unnamed Bear

We experienced an abundance of Bear a while back.

I offer “abundance” and recognize we see them as singlets.

Bears rarely meet and mingle except for purposes of procreation.

(ever wonder about procreation, recreation, and what they share aside from a root. The former is forward – pro – the latter is static – re. We recreate ourselves, our brands, our leaders, and…yeah, okay, I suppose sometimes we design them either by chance or by choice (that’s “pro” again).

Bears, when they’ve completed their forwarding tasks, go off by themselves. You’ll often see a sow with her cubs – and don’t get between them – and even then, she’ll send males cubs off on their own at the end of their first year, definitely by the end of their second.

Some tell me Two-Legs are the only ones who’ve made a game out of procreation and such statements, to me, show great ignorance of…something. Language or biology, I’m not sure which and probably both.

Enjoying sex is fine. Enjoying sex with the purpose of procreation is also wonderful.

But most people I know who play at sex do so taking precautions to insure no offspring result.

Indeed and with the exception of certain audience segments, resulting offspring usually results in a decrease in play sex.

And meanwhile, this unnamed fellow enjoys our feeders.

 

A Healthy Young Lad (and such an appetite!)

As mentioned last week, we have a new guest in our yard.

Thus far we’ve not impressed with his table manners.

No idea if this healthy young lad is a descendent of either Horace or Lucien (more on that in future posts, me thinks), and the comings and goings of Bear are, let it be known, a not to be questioned.

I mean, two of them are in the northern sky, so you know they’re watching…