It's not all greyhounds and cats here.
As an American in Brisbane, I like to point out what might be unusual to my friends and family at home. Okay, my friends and family at home do not read this blog, and I will not encourage them to do so. However, for those of you who are Americans, here's another odd critter:
A Queensland fresh-water turtle.
Their necks don't retract; they fold under the shell. It's one of the easiest ways to know a native turtle from the invasive red-eared slider. Some of these turtles breathe out of their bottybots! It's so hard not to — shit — I can't not say it. How would you know the difference between a burp and a fart? Okay, I went there. Just once.
The order of the photos presented here is not the order I took them in. I did not put him on the street. Bless. I scooped up Michael — he's obviously a Michael — and put him on the grass. When I posted these photos on Facebook, my friends noticed the man in his boxers watching me. How many levels of creepy is that?
I've mentioned how I lose a lot of time because I have to ride my bike to the city to catch the early train out, but the ride is often the best part of the day. I might be in a rush, but I do take time to photograph what amuses me:
Today I had to drive. I may have had a shorter commute in terms of time, but it was boring. Wish me luck tomorrow. I'm starting to expect critters to present to me.