It's that time of year. That time when Clement Clark Moore's "Twas The Night Before Christmas" comes to mind.
A pair of rutting bucks locked together by their intertwined antlers got new leases on life thanks to a trio of Michigan hunters armed with an extendable tree saw.
Oh, hai! Welcome to the wild. Out here we've all got eyes on you. Move an inch and we're gone.
Mmmmm! Good stuff! I just love harvest time. I need to remember to stop eating and start storing.
Boy, I'm glad you're here. I can't see more than a few feet ahead. I have no idea where I left the herd.
Like something out of Disney's Aladdin and his magical carpet ride, so rode a baby weasel on the back of a woodpecker?
Sometimes wild animals do get to turn the tables on us and observe us in captivity. After all, that is our natural habitat.
Jeez! And they call us animals dumb! This guy shouldn't be allowed to carry a tune let alone a gun.