We Rhinos hail George Washington, the first President of the United States. Clearly he was the sort of fellow to set a standard for the office.

It is always rewarding to see that Doing the Right Thing is a choice, however hard it is to face.

Plenty there as a reminder for one and all, Rhino and Reader alike.

In the Pleistocene Epoch, oh-so-long-ago, for reasons known to Nature, but not to Us, it was COLD and COLDER.

We Rhinos adjusted, mostly by Fur or Wool or whatever, keeping ourselves warm enough, which is sometimes plenty. Was it a lot of fun? Possibly not, but it did do the trick, and the Rhino family pressed on for as long as it took.

Then, when things heated up, We slowed the fur program. By the way, We didn’t restrict ourselves to particular fur patterns; We followed our own muse, as usual. Snappy, n’est-ce pas?

You want to live 50 milion years? Dance to the Drummer who’s available!

Today there is no place where it both snows and Rhinos reside naturally. The result is what you might expect: Rhinos know of snow only by exotic tales and rumors. Part of what We understand is logical and sensible, yet it is flavored and skewed by fantasy and song.

Long ago Rhinos dealt with wintery conditions for eons. Different times, different realities. As things warmed up, so did our home locales, resulting in the lusty toasty critters We are today.

We probably have romanticised snow and winter and figure skating, which, all things considered, is a mostly minor confusion. In a few million years, all this may well sort itself out. It’s usual.

Until then, Rhino Snowball Fights may have to wait.

Today (2-17-24) is National Peripheral Arteries Day, and We would feel bad if you Readers forgot. NPAD is promoting awareness of this dangerous circulatory ailment, on which much more research is needed.

The idea is that Red Socks will stimulate discussion, and serve to warn those at risk.

Because Rhino Medications are so different from human Meds, all We Rhinos can do is display lots of Red Socks, and hope people will listen. No joke. Rhinos do not wear them in zoos or wild animal parks, but We do what We can. Whatever that may be.

No Joke.

A time and a place for everything….

Proprioception is a highly refined Rhinocerine phenomenon, namely, the ability to know where our various parts are at any given moment. From the elbow to the kneecap, Rhinos automatically keep track of ourselves… at any speed or occasion!

Yikes, is what We Rhinos say!

Constellations have been twinkling away for more Time than any Rhino can conceive of.

However, people have offered many different topics and subjects to theme the stars for themselves.

Rhinos have only used ourselves to unite the stars. We see Rhinos wherever We look, sparkling up there, weather permitting. Even so, when the skies are cloudy or uncooperative, We can hear the stars emitting a shimmery sort of music. Very comforting, let Us assure you.

Once a month, or just about, the moon disappears. Over the millenia, we Rhinos have decided that it does not actually disappear; We just can’t see it. The rest of the sky stays normal. Maybe it is like a ‘day off’, while the moon takes a breather.

Many bizarre configurations go on up there, or at least that is how We Rhinos compute them.

How is it that so many “Natural” events seem so unnatural to Us? Mystifying, say We.

Ahh, well… a little play on words. Whyever knot?

We Rhinos have been assured that Photosynthesis is an essential, if convoluted, process. Though We Rhinos have a sketchy idea of what goes on, We know that Green is just not the same without it, Photosynthesis, that is.

The bulk of the effort falls to plants and sunbeams, but We feel that Rhinos are probably equal to a Huckleberry, if We focus on the project. True, We may be misinformed or overconfident, but We must begin somewhere. Good intentions are as fine a start as any with which We are acquainted.

We can see that this project, at least the Rhino Contribution to it, may take months, but surely the effort will be worth it.