Last week was spent visiting family in England, in an old village with roots going back to the time of the Anglo-Saxons.
The High Street was full of surprises.
A rusty weather vane reminded me of myself
And pointed the way to an old clock tower, now a faded home to pigeons.
I ambled down pretty side streets until I spied a wooden entrance next to an old church.
I peeked through a hole in the wood to snap these 200-year-old graves.
A moment of contemplation. A reminder to appreciate the living.
So, I turned homewards to family – to another historic sight.
This is me (the small normal one?) with my three siblings.
It’s been four years since we are all together in the same place.
As you can see, our parents are so proud that they raised four well-balanced and sane kids!
For more history, please visit: My World!
During my visit to England this summer, we went to a zoo park, which is famous for its collection of lemurs.
The newly-introduced black lemur immediately seized domination of the flock. And with eyes like that, who would dare cross him?
At feeding time, he ate first while the other lemurs looked on.
Then came the familiar ring-tailed lemurs, who quickly gobbled up the bulk of the fruit and vegetables.
The two very rare – and timid – red lemurs looked on hopefully, waiting for their turn to eat up the leftovers.
I guess it’s easy to see where we humans get our ideas of power and hierarchy from.
Just like lemurs, I love fruit and nuts… but that old adage springs to mind: You are what you eat.
I wonder what that makes me?
For more adorable creatures, visit: Camera Critters.