rosy fingered dawn

Outside my window this morning. Happy Sunday everyone. I'm at the bookshop today if you want to drop by.

Spring continues apace

I love trees. But I wouldn't want to be one.

pirates off the port bow

Avast, ye lubbers, Bella Grim & her grimy band of scallywags have boarded the SS Ginger Stick. Break out the Rum, smartly now, and keep a weather eye out for the Squid.

black berries

Shiny. But only eat them if you'd like a swift trip to a convenient mortuary. Or, maybe they are delicious. Who can say? Who was the first homo sapiens sapiens to try one? Hey, Barry, this is shiny. Eat this. *snigger*. Maybe Homo sapiens idaltu tested it out. And that's why they are extinct (take that, fraternal sub-species).

I'm just hanging out for Friday.

completely cactus

jugs

I promised Miss Rag.

bud

Spring is busting out all over.

candy stripe pistol shrimp

Prompted by JR's pedantry over at Tetherd Cow Ahead, I present you with the Candy Stripe Pistol Shrimp, one of several species named for my father. (The latin name, dear readers. I don't want you getting the idea dad was Mister Pistol Shrimp. [That's Doctor Pistol Shrimp, to you.] Though that would have been cool, no?)

Of course, being a research scientist, a marine biologist by trade, it is not uncommon to have a species named after you. But Dad is the envy of his gang in that he has a Genus named after him too. Go Dad. Dead three years come October 9th, but alive in taxonomy.

Next up in the series: the Stout-Legged Wren - extinct, but on a stamp.