Sunday, June 1, 2008

Some stuff.

At the bark park recently, this toad wanted to learn to fly, so it climbed into my toadapult.

A lost child. The tennis ball is just there to give some idea of scale. It made one heck of an omelet.

At a rest area in Minnesota on the way to a wedding. I guess Minnesotans are flexible.

At the same rest area. I wasn't quite sure what this was supposed to "mean." Is it "fresh" or isn't it?

I guess the drinking age is a little younger in Minnesota.


Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

One has to start drinking early if one lives in MN, being sloshed helps one get through the long winter.

Suzy said...

Who'dda thunk that the bark park could be such an interesting place? I've had some of my most interesting close encounters of the natural kind there in recent years.