Yes, folks, it’s that time of year again! As reported last year and the year before, the return of spring in Seattle brings the return of my furry, football-shaped friend: the mountain beaver. Ain’t he sweet?

He’s out a little earlier than usual this year, and seems to have taken up residence farther up the hill behind our house. Unless that’s some other mountain beaver, of course. I didn’t catch his name.

Have YOU ever seen a llama kiss a llama on the llama?

Please don’t curse me when you can’t get this song out of your head, and please don’t throw yourself off the balcony when the bizarre imagery from the video invades your sweet slumber.

Be forewarned: I can’t seem to make the video stop once it starts. Enjoy!

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I cracked up when I saw the plaintive look on the face of this cute little salchicha. And watch for that hopeful wagging tail!

Poor Poncho managed to get stuck in the arm of a sweatshirt with his little head poking out of the sleeve.  He is so patient as he waits for his owners to come to the rescue, although they weren’t able to do much to shield him from the withering judgment of the family cat. ¡Pobrecito!

via Urlesque

After yesterday’s gruesome fowl-related post, today I thought it would be nice to share something more uplifting in relation to our feathered friends. La Billi shared this with me via email today. What a fun story!

I saw a funny tool at a kitchen store the other day. It was marked “Duck Press,” and I assumed it was some kind of old-fashioned tool used to squeeze out more fat from duck skin or something like that. Reasonable assumption, I thought.

In an effort to find the “real” answer (or maybe in part to congratulate myself for having such finely-honed deductive powers!) I did some research, and found I was grossly (emphasis on the ‘gross’ part) mistaken.

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Pobrecitos! Fortunately, they don’t seem to end up any worse for wear, but I’ll think of them every time I walk down Pine towards the water squinting into the strong winds coming off the Sound!

I waited around in the Department of Licensing office all afternoon, and when I finally got up to the counter, they told me that I couldn’t carry out any business on the cars since they are in Fernando’s name. This video was the perfect crankiness antidote.

via Urlesque

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