Horizons
I, like many I suppose, am just kind of hanging around until the Super Bowl starts. I did have a visitor a bit ago: "Mother, I have arisen from my nap. It is time for you to brush me back into good-looking-ness." (I did.) Although we are often told that a journey is more important than a destination, sometimes the reverse is true. Take, for example, the recent trip I took through animals' reproduction behavior. (And NO, it doesn't matter why.) You, dear reader, may wish not to learn what I have learned. If you don't, scroll down the picture of a pier and a calm sea to resume your sure footing. Those of you still here are required to know that male ducks have corkscrew-shaped penises. I assume many of you already did. And have possibly searched for a photograph of said phalluses. No judgment here. What I arrived at after my trip through animal reproductive behavior, much better than what it took to get me there, was this: ...