Oregon Hippos

As the days grow warmer, the sun begins to draw the animals of the Northwest from their cozy lairs to explore the wider world. Lanes once quiet now throng with Portlanders (java in hand), noodles (boogers in hand) and, of course, the Oregon hippo.

Stars of PBS on a nearly weekly basis, the hippo is actually quite beautiful in person. They are rotund but not ungainly. More bear-like than pig. Sylvia appeared entranced but she may have been ogling the glass screen for licking potential.

Did I mention it was sunny.

In the bird house.


(Any rumor that suggests that immediately following
this picture a certain father figure was pooped on
by a emerald Bolivian flycatcher is false
and shall be greeted with the good natured disdain that such lies deserve.
Lies, lies I say. It never happened).
yuck.