Rhinos are Naturally suited to live in the Wild. The Wild is all set to answer our needs, and We do what We can to keep the Wilds delightful. It’s a responsibility Rhinos shoulder with vigor and panache.
For those who only visit the Wild once in a while, We point out that those of Us who live here like our Wild just the way it is. Surprise visits can go badly, especially if the Visited is able to damage the Visitor.
To you, it’s just a camera; to Us it’s a threat. Good Intentions don’t count.
YIR Readers have noticed that We skipped Post 2183 last week. An error at best and a disgrace at worst. An office hunt for the elusive 2183 has been a flop.
Because Rhinos are lacking, numerically speaking, We feel the shortcoming keenly. Yet, We plunge ahead, with many resolutions of Future Excellence (secretly gulping, and muttering, “We hope”.)
Please understand: We do make lists, and keep track, and look serious, but Rhinos are not wired for Organization. It’s not our thing. We make do, in this as in many other areas in Life. As We say, Plunging Ahead.
Mr. George Bryan Brummel, born June 7, 1778, was an exceptional figure in Regency England. He somehow became a pal to George, the Prince of Wales, and leap-frogged into high society. He fit right in, and then began to re-imagine men’s fashion, ship-shaping it with better tailoring and more subdued use of color. Most shocking for his contemporaries, he insisted on hygiene, both of the body and the clothing.
He became known as ‘Beau’ (handsomely presented) Brummel, reflecting his fastidious taste and wit. Possibly the most dynamic fashion arbitar in History.
Rhinos find the whole business of getting dressed pretty Remarkable. We don’t dress. And Rhinos don’t make Remarks.
Rhinos are always grateful to see the morning. It perks Us up for another day of Merriment and Developments. In a spirit of appreciation, We like to offer up a little Music, most of it extemporaneous, a “Good Morning, Morning” sort of one-critter chorale.
The music itself is not partcularly noteworthy, but the Sentiment of it is so sincere that Nature is obviously affected by our efforts. A salute from Nature’s happy servants.
Sometimes We play a duet with ourselves, doubling the pleasure. What moment can’t do with a little gilding?