Not-so-wild Wildlife: Lump Day

In honor of Monday—er, Lump Day—I have photos of not only my own dog enjoying her hard-earned slumber but an enormous labradoodle I spotted in the café area of a bookstore, snoozing happily under what I believe is a comforter.

Here’s hoping we can all enjoy a few moments of similar relaxation this week.

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Look Closer

There's almost always something there.

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Flamingo Friday: Quiet Light

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Flamingo Friday: Everybody Itches (#703, or thereabouts)

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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Fly

There are a lot of front gardens near Dupont Circle in DC, and a number of them sport lustrous, enormous rosemary plants that I can only gaze at with envy (I used to have a flourishing potted rosemary that died inexplicably after a simple intra-city move, and now I’ve given up on them).

On Monday, an overcast and occasionally drizzly day, innumerable flies were perching on trees, bushes, and flowers. I found this one perched—like patience on a monument, smiling at herbs—atop a rosemary sprig.

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One Good Shot: Surprise!

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Flamingo Friday: Ripples and Ruffles

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One Good Shot: Morning Ladybug

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Alien Explorers

I know they know where they are and what they’re doing there.

Sometimes, though, as I watch bees traverse those bright, bizarre, pocked landscapes of nectar and pollen, I can’t help but imagine that they’re the leaders of expeditions to marvelous new worlds.

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Flamingo Friday: Trio

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A Break from Labor

This Labor Day I hope you can learn from the examples of the following animals who know how to enjoy some time to themselves.

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