I thought no creature was to be more studiously avoided than The Grandmother with a Wallet Filled with Photographs of Grandchildren.
I was wrong.
There is me. The guy who is so enamored with the little crocodile hatchlings in his back yard that he acts as if they carry his DNA.
I trust the mood will pass -- and we can get back to talking about birds and bees and whatever else we have been talking about because I cannot get images of baby crocs out of my head.
So, just two shots.
The first one is at the top of this post. I took it on Friday. Of an intrepid babe who took off on his own at the far end of the pond. As far away from his mother as he could get. The Freudian issues run rampant.
And then there was this family shot from yesterday.
Mom is sticking around the area. And for these two new swimmers that is fortunate. Because she acted as a patient flotation devise for them. One of them scrambled all over her head and nose. And she just logged away.
I would promise that there will be no other baby crocodile photographs. But why bother promising?
And, yes, I am stuffing my wallet full of photographs. Just in case I run into you on my trips -- starting next Saturday.
I would promise that there will be no other baby crocodile photographs. But why bother promising?
And, yes, I am stuffing my wallet full of photographs. Just in case I run into you on my trips -- starting next Saturday.
25 comments:
Are you passing out cigars? Cute little fellow!
Maybe drumsticks. After all, crocodiles love chicken.
What do the baby crocs eat?
The shot of them hanging on their mom while swimming is one of a kind.
Thet are darling. I am looking forward to seeing the ones in your wallet.
Keep them coming!
The blogs -- or the babies -- or both?
Will you be satisfied if they are just on my hard drive?
Little people?
Just seeing you will do instead of pictures.
Cute. @@
How big are those newborns.
I bet they would be tasty.
yes :)
I look forward to seeing the ones you made into a wallet!
It appears we are down to two babies. I suspect a few may have gone into buckets to be sold to local pet shops. Jiggs's vet always had crocodiles for sale.
Now that's the maternal instinct.
Well, I am not sticking my hand in the water to harvest them. Or I will be Armis Stumpas.
That would be a novelty. Most handicrafts sold around here were made in China.
I don't know who is more cracked. You or the crock you're storing these crocs in.
Wasn't it J. Edgar Hoover who said: "To ask the question is to answer it." I am not certain the quotation s very enlightening, but I like it. Just as I like the crocs.
I don't like gators. I probably would not like crocs. Beastly fellows. I have seen enough of the potential violence with alligators to keep away from them. I thing Ignacio should pay a visit to your casa, so you would have another animal to distract you from the types that tend to eat innocents.
And mama croc is in a mayhem-creating mood. She was half way across the pond when I accidentally nudged a coconut shell into the pond. She was on it immediately.
Is there some sort of barrier between you (your abode) and the crocs? I don't think I'm getting the lay of the land quite right.
Where are the "happy feet" running off to?
There is a paved walkway around the laguna. Even though it is raised, the crocodiles can -- and do, occasionally -- get up on it. There is a fence around my property with a gate to the walkway. The fence keeps the crocodiles out of my garden. It is a convenient way for me to get to them.
They're adorable!
Yesterday I spotted several on the water lily pads. Unfortunately,they make snack-size bites for the herons.
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