Get lost. Scram. Vamoose. We don’t want any. We gave at the office.
Bushbaby trusts no one, Malelane, South Africa, photo by Lynne Wilde, found by Faye
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Get lost. Scram. Vamoose. We don’t want any. We gave at the office.
Bushbaby trusts no one, Malelane, South Africa, photo by Lynne Wilde, found by Faye
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I love their little hobbit fingers.
They told him don’t you ever come around here
And also get off my lawn.
Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!
Bushbaby needs nose boops!
“And furthermore, take a hike!”
Too cuuuute!!!!! Love those little hands… I wonder if they make good house pets?? 😀
lol…I saw your typo in my email and I was going to say I don’t think hoses should have pets. 😛
But you fixed it, so I shall refrain. 😉
This little guy can out-grumpy Grumpy Cat.
Living gargoyle. Exemplifies my mood right now. I’m in one of those Why Me situations.
I didn’t know Oscar The Grouch had a cuter baby brother!
You wouldn’t think that such a cute creature could convey such a degree of notcute. Even in such a state it is cute!
The micro nosie does me in.
In trying to figure out why this little guy is so bummed out I learned the following from Wikipedia: Bush Babies are small, nocturnal primates. They have large forward facing eyes that structurally persisted through human evolution. Their ears are made up of four segments that can bend back individually, to aid their hearing when hunting insects at night.
Their omnivorous diet is a mixture of other small animals, including birds and insects, fruit, seeds, flowers, eggs, nuts, and tree gums.
Adult females maintain territories, and share them with their offspring. Males leave their mothers’ territories after puberty.
Adult males maintain separate territories, which overlap with those of the female social groups; generally, one adult male mates with all the females in an area.
Males who have not established such territories sometimes form small bachelor groups.
Bush babies communicate both by calling to each other and by marking their paths with their urine.
At the end of the night, group members use a special rallying call and gather to sleep in a nest made of leaves, in a group of branches, or in a hole in a tree.
Maybe he’s hoping to leave the bachelor group.
Well, they’re nocturnal and this picture appears to have been taken in the daytime. Clearly someone woke him up. Probably knocked on his tree, ignoring the “day sleeper” sign, to sell him Avon®, or Eternal Salvation™, or encyclopedias.
You’d be grumpy, too, I think.
My first thought was Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Haha I can totally imagine them harassing even poor, sleepy bushbabies.
JWs often leave handwritten letters in our postbox. Even if the handwritings are different in the various letters, they are always full of glaring spelling and grammatical mistakes. So I usually correct it for them and nail it on my fence on the outside. I am not sure they will ever learn anything, but at least they don’t want to talk to me.
Oh, Emsthemonster, I see you’ve earned your name! I mean that in the best possible way – that is hiLARious. It somehow reminds me of a neighbor we had when I was growing up – she got an obscene phone call and started shouting at the caller “WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU, YOU’LL HAVE TO SPEAK UP!” and continued in that vein ’til he gave up.
Feengernails!
They have such weird little feengers!
Nobody sees the Great Oz! Not nobody not nohow!
Yup!