Making an Art of Ill Humor

One of the things I really like about prairie dogs, apart from their ultra-round, winter-fat bodies and their little wagging tails, is that they almost always look really disgruntled—and I can appreciate that.

Last week I spotted a couple of prairie dogs munching on some sort of zoo pellets in the snow; the first looked, as you see it, annoyed, but the second looked contemplative and quite artistic as it was limned against the late-afternoon light.


At least, it did at first. Then it looked as if it were on the verge of saying something:


—But what it might have said, I couldn’t tell you. If anyone feels moved to suggest a caption for this image, I would be happy to hear it.

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