A view of a tiger’s eye (and other eye, and nose and whiskers) at the zoo.
A toy tiger’s eye.
A piece of tiger’s eye.
I don’t know about you, but I totally have Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” running through my head now. And if you don’t have it going through your head having read that, I can only assume that you don’t know the song. Or that you are somehow not susceptible to catching earworms.
The kids and I got good use of our zoo membership in the last few weeks before the zoo closed for the colder months. Here are some of the views of birds’ eyes that I captured with my phone.
Victoria crowned pigeon.
A curious adolescent emu.
A bright-feathered budgie.
This was a bumper year for caterpillars, and hardly a tree could be seen whose leaves hadn’t been transformed into lacy mesh. (During the summer, when the caterpillar population was highest, word was that you could hear the sound of the munching up in the trees.) This years selection of fallen leaves, therefore, shows more than a hole or two. While perhaps not conventionally picture-perfect, these leaves are photogenic in their own offbeat way.
As if I could let fall pass by without posting some gratuitous leaf shots.
These photos were all from a few weeks ago. Since then, some windy days and nights have cleared the leaves from all but the most stubborn of trees.
As far as I know, “in the ball” is not an idiom. But it should be.
This squirrel is in a ball-shaped sculpture at a sculpture garden.
Truth be told, none of the balls in these photos are likely to be rolling any time soon. But they did provide me with an excuse to take the ball and run. Or take the ball theme and run. Because if there’s one thing I love to do, it’s run with a theme. I am far more likely to run with a theme than to run with a ball. I’m much less likely to get winded.
Brick ball in Massachusetts.
Stone (or perhaps cement) ball in Barcelona.
Metal ball in Dublin.
Having dropped the ball and forgotten to post a couple of days ago, I have since attempted to be more on the ball. Then I find myself wondering that if I don’t want to drop the ball, shouldn’t I really hold the ball? Or should I throw the ball and try to keep it up in the air? But no, I’ll instead just attempt to be on the ball, since that seems to be the idiom that fits.
Having chosen the post title “on the ball,” and noticing that it’s a Thursday, I briefly mused that I should put together a ball-themed list along the lines of my Themed Things Thursday ists of old. A sort of Throwback Themed Things Thursday. And then I had a vague memory of having once posted a ball-themed list. So, no new themed list. But I can at least take the ball and run with it. Or at least take the ball and post with it. Or maybe have a ball posting. Nah, not so much having a ball, really.
So, remember how I started posting again? Saying I was planning to post every day for the month of November, as is my long-standing tradition. Well, I dropped that ball. It took a remarkable 3 days. And I didn’t just forget until late at night. I forgot until today. But, I won’t let that keep me from trying to get back into my blogging groove. I may even try to make up for it. Just not tonight. It’s been a long full day of dashing from task to task. I’m beat.
A ball in the cheetah enclosure at the zoo. It is not clear to me whether this ball belongs to the cheetah, or whether some visitor dropped the ball. It is clear to me that while I dropped the ball, it was not in this case not the literal ball that I dropped. I would have remembered that. It would have made a much more colorful story to say I dropped a ball into a cheetah enclosure than to say that I totally forgot to post because I was tired.
collecting tokens 