Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Just the shape of a muffin


Looks like withstanding the weather is going to be an Olympic sport in itself.....

 It is getting bad across the pond, where my best friend lives.
It may not have rained today...and may not be raining this exact second, but friend it is only a matter of time. They are getting buckets and buckets of cold water dumped on them.

It was my pal's birthday yesterday! Hoorah!  But back to the weather----
She got a head cold in JULY from this weather.
As if that weren't devastating enough.....THE PUFFINS ARE DROWNING.

I read that on the BBC this morning, first thing out of bed, and wanted to jump back under the covers and weep in despair and horror.
Yes, you read that right, the puffins are drowning.

Their burrows are being flooded (remember they can only stay underwater for about a minute)!
And for the puffins that, thankfully, have not drowned, they are lost--swept a'sea in a bewildering storm.

This little puffling was found waddling around a hotel!

I just adore puffins.
Whether it is because I have never seen one in real life,
or because my favorite nursery rhyme growing up was about the flapjack-eating-puffin (see below), or just because they're so damn cute...I'm not sure. All of the above perhaps.

And did you know when they dig burrows they make a separate "toilet" are for the babies to go so that they don't soil themselves?! Clever. And endearing, in a hygienic way.

And puffins laugh!!
And they are monogamous.

And now, the marvelous puffin poem!

Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!
He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.
But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’,
For he hadn’t anybody
To play with at all.
So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.
Then along came the fishes,
And they said, “If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!”
So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.

by Florence Page Jaques

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