Exciting times here in the Midwest, a new litter of lion cubs born at the zoo (Duh! Did I have to mention that lions are not indigenous to Nebraska?) about three weeks ago. This little fella was the only one awake, tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, pacing the floor, like he had something on his mind. His four siblings behind him were snuggled spoon-like, oblivious to everything.
This plump little fur-ball tuckered out quickly and started looking for a warmer and softer spot to lie down.
It didn’t take him long to get settled in on top of his siblings. That’s a yawn, not a warning. The four beneath him didn’t even budge.
Shooting through glass isn’t the best, especially when its full of hand prints on this side of the glass and lion slobber on the other. But, they sure are cute subjects; I can’t wait for them to get a little more active.
Thought for the Day: A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul. George Bernard Shaw