Why So Serious, Skulls?

Dire Wolf skulls at the George C. Page Museum in Los Angeles, Sunday, August 14, 2011.

No, I don't know why they are called that.

The Moose Sleeps on a Lower Branch

Well, it's a squirrel. Just sitting there, staring in my window. Not suspicious at all. Still staring. Stop it, squirrel.

At least it's not this.

Wait, "Fauve" Means Wild Beast?

Why, yes, we were discussing Chip Simons, why do you ask?

The Circle of Life is Noisy

I don't mind that the backyard crows fight. I just wish they'd wait until I've had my coffee before they start.

Rocky, The Fleeing Squirrel

No moose sightings to report.

First New Neighbor

Hey, remember when I moved from Manhattan to Los Angeles and made my First New Friend? (That was a friendship with its ups and downs, of course.)

Well, I'm now moving right into the heart of Los Angeles, and while unpacking I've met a new pal. I call him "Red." He (or she?) hangs out high in the tree and stares inside, checking me out.

Which is either very cute, or maybe a little creepy, depending how you look at it.