When provoked or excited, Rhinos experience Mental Connections, leaping from one former perception to another in a lengthy series of related concepts.

For Rhinos these mental voyages usually don’t add up to much of a conclusion. Still, it’s interesting what surfaces from the past… or perhaps from the future?

Still, these impressions are vivid. Often vivid enough to supercede the stimulus that provoked them.

We Rhinos often finds ourselves not quite sure what We are meant to understand in a given situation. We are easily befuddled and confused. Bewildered. So We trust to Time and Nature to decide what should be what.

We are generally suspicious of Those Who Know what is what. Seems so unlikely somehow.

Rhinos do not use many standardized systems for dealing with Natural Tendencies. Unless you call Intuition a system, which nobody does. Or anybody We know.

We add up all the tingles, twitches, and Natural whispers that caress Us, inside and out, and know how to handle ourselves, including relocating ourselves.

Intuition: it’s built in, in Us Rhinos.

Rhinos have a problem, related to faulty memory. We hear a bulletin, but seem to distance ourselves from its drama, its pith and marrow. We get that original Jolt, but are easily redirected by alternative stimuli. The Startling News is virtually erased.

However, We are completely available for the Story’s Thrill on another occasion. It’s still news to Us.

The average bale of hay weighs roughly 50-60 pounds. Which is about half as much as We Rhinos consume in a day, daily. The reasons for that are 1) that’s what We eat, and 2) grass doesn’t have many nutrients. Consequently, We have to make up in Bulk what our diet lacks in Nourishment.

Some of Us Rhinos eat other plant life, but the general rule applies. Eat more and grow big and strong.

One problem Rhinos recognize is that We can only have one adventure at a time. Be it short or long, We focus and absorb. But at that time and place, it takes all the attention We have.

This means that Any Other Adventures going on around Us have to wait their turn, or escape our Notice entirely.

We have said it before, but Life in the Wild is Wild.

Today is the official birthday of Johannes Gutenberg, in Mainz, Germany. Probably around 1400, give or take some years. The city of Mainz finally chose June 24 as his big day, in the 1890s. Roughly 430 years after his death.

Mr. Gutenberg is remembered for his important contribution to literacy in the Western World, making printed material widely available via the printing press. Other than this colossal achievement, nobody knows much about him.

One thing, coincidentally, that We Rhinos know is that tonight is the Full Moon, the Strawberry Moon. Rhinos like strawberries. Also moonlight.

We Rhinos are acclimating ourselves to the recent Solstice. Depending on where you are, Sunday was the longest day, or the shortest day of the year. That is Science talking there. Impressed?

The Sun is one thing none of Us Critters can do without. All living things relate to the Sun’s power, one way or another. The Sun is an inevitability We cannot escape.

Druids are one bunch who pay homage to the Sun, acknowledging our debt to its potency. It is not easy to conceive that the Power that makes Us tick is not optional, nor do We Critters control it.

A Rhino’s life constantly demands choices, one way and another. Go with this OR that. But our Rhinoid sense is that We are unequipped for either solution. How to inform ourselves, when everything is composed of so many energies and explanations?

Rhinos seem to lack the wherewithall for snap decisions. We are told a lot rests on our commitment, but when We inspect the options, We seem to see the same passion informing both options.

Rhinos are mostly not designed for serious biting. And We don’t regret it.

Well, the Solstice has come upon Us Rhinos, and We are adjusting as best We can. Depending on where We happen to be, things are different than they were and different from what they will be, shortly. Location, location, yet again.

We Rhinos are at sea in many ways, most of them relatively Merry. If Nature likes a state of chaos, We are the poster critter for Nature.

And happily so. Too much, Too soon, Too-morrow! and a bottle of rum.