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setitallstraight:

bady11:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

freaky-deaky-dyke:

Dogs man … just, dogs

THERE IS A DOG FEEDING A BABY LAMB

You all need to have this on your dash :D

*-* I love dogs

JUST FOR THE DOG FEEDING THE LAMB OMG

The Shepard with his shadow! Hahahaha!

Sorry, cat people but dawgs are the best. :oP

(Source: jackie-the-artist)

the-scaly-one:

markscherz:

thejunglenook:

alphacaeli:

blackcaliente:

i guess you could call this
a moist owlet

A pun worthy of thejunglenook.

I’m so glad I saw-whet.

Oh Shelly, owl could you?

I love the full video to this! He’s just like, looking at his person like AM I DOING THIS RIGHT MOM/DAD? IS THIS HOW YOU DO IT? IM TRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

You guys are a hoot!

the-scaly-one:

markscherz:

thejunglenook:

alphacaeli:

blackcaliente:

i guess you could call this

a moist owlet

A pun worthy of thejunglenook.

I’m so glad I saw-whet.

Oh Shelly, owl could you?

I love the full video to this! He’s just like, looking at his person like AM I DOING THIS RIGHT MOM/DAD? IS THIS HOW YOU DO IT? IM TRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW


You guys are a hoot!

kddiamond:

fleetfootfox:

Eee!

I am curious about bats, but afraid to handle them because they look like they could break/be damaged if I did..

Yessssss

 :o)

(Source: kiyza)

This is what happens when you forget to bring in the ferris wheel bird feeder before the next snow. 
No worries, my feathered friends, you’ll find plenty of seeds in the other bird feeders.
You can see the unencumbered ferris wheel bird feeder in action, here.

This is what happens when you forget to bring in the ferris wheel bird feeder before the next snow.

No worries, my feathered friends, you’ll find plenty of seeds in the other bird feeders.

  • You can see the unencumbered ferris wheel bird feeder in action, here.
RIP Bertha and Creamsicle. …or was that Fish Two?


What we are mourning here…
is the passing of two 99¢ goldfish.

In the spring of 2009, we re-purposed an old cast iron utility sink as a small goldfish pond. It would also serve as a makeshift water feature for the tiny 10 X 14 ft concrete space that we affectionately refer to as our “South Philly Backyard”.

(pictured: our little oasis.)

Salvaged bricks frame the cast iron sink, which served as home for a family of five goldfish. Bertha, Creamsicle, Ice, Fish One, and Fish Two. — Bertha got his name because he eats everything. …and it shows.
We made good use of a discarded plant display rack from our local home center. The steel frame footing served as a guide for the bricks, which are loosely mortared together. (We rent, so nothing can be permanent.) The bricks support the sink and raised planting beds on either side.
The magic word here is upcycling. We spent very little money on our “back yard”, but the results are truly amazing. Our small concrete lot is transformed into an oasis as winter turns into spring.

(pictured: a micro-ecosystem with plants, fish, insects, and the occasional bird.)

It’s interesting how the addition of our little pond created a micro-ecosystem. Even though a small pump kept the water moving, some insects still found places to breed. Those insects became food for our fish and the birds who used our little oasis as a rest stop. Mourning Doves and Cardinals were a big surprise to me. Next year we’re going to try to humming birds.

(pictured: a shoveled path from backdoor to pond.)

If you follow me on twitter, you might have read comical grumblings over the winter as I performed the necessary task of chipping away at the ice that formed on the top of the water. — Even frozen fish need air.

(pictured: Bertha (left) caught a slug!)

Several weeks ago, we discovered a raccoon trying to hunt the goldfish. A Raccoon? Really? In South Philly?
After four years of heatwaves, blizzards, and chipping away at ice, we were not about to allow our goldfish to end up as a midnight snack for some wayward raccoon.
No sirree Bob! Not on our watch!
The simplest idea was to…

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BONUS!!
Be sure to watch the
"R.I.P. Bertha and Creamsicle.
…or was that Fish Two?”
Youtube bonus video! :p

RIP Bertha and Creamsicle. …or was that Fish Two?

What we are mourning here…

is the passing of two 99¢ goldfish.

In the spring of 2009, we re-purposed an old cast iron utility sink as a small goldfish pond. It would also serve as a makeshift water feature for the tiny 10 X 14 ft concrete space that we affectionately refer to as our “South Philly Backyard”.

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(pictured: our little oasis.)

Salvaged bricks frame the cast iron sink, which served as home for a family of five goldfish. Bertha, Creamsicle, Ice, Fish One, and Fish Two. — Bertha got his name because he eats everything. …and it shows.

We made good use of a discarded plant display rack from our local home center. The steel frame footing served as a guide for the bricks, which are loosely mortared together. (We rent, so nothing can be permanent.) The bricks support the sink and raised planting beds on either side.

The magic word here is upcycling. We spent very little money on our “back yard”, but the results are truly amazing. Our small concrete lot is transformed into an oasis as winter turns into spring.

100_0348

(pictured: a micro-ecosystem with plants, fish, insects, and the occasional bird.)

It’s interesting how the addition of our little pond created a micro-ecosystem. Even though a small pump kept the water moving, some insects still found places to breed. Those insects became food for our fish and the birds who used our little oasis as a rest stop. Mourning Doves and Cardinals were a big surprise to me. Next year we’re going to try to humming birds.

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(pictured: a shoveled path from backdoor to pond.)

If you follow me on twitter, you might have read comical grumblings over the winter as I performed the necessary task of chipping away at the ice that formed on the top of the water. — Even frozen fish need air.

Bertha cought a slug!

(pictured: Bertha (left) caught a slug!)

Several weeks ago, we discovered a raccoon trying to hunt the goldfish. A Raccoon? Really? In South Philly?

After four years of heatwaves, blizzards, and chipping away at ice, we were not about to allow our goldfish to end up as a midnight snack for some wayward raccoon.

No sirree Bob! Not on our watch!

The simplest idea was to…

View Post

BONUS!!

Be sure to watch the

"R.I.P. Bertha and Creamsicle.

…or was that Fish Two?”

Youtube bonus video! :p

Yesterday I posted a pic of a grasshopper that was chillin’ in the backyard.

My other half suggested that Mr Hopper might be one of the many tiny hoppers that we saw last spring. The little guys were everywhere! — Apparently, they love basil.

Here’s a pair of pics for comparison.

See… I told you it was like Wild Kingdom here in South Philly. :)