I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m still having a hard time coming to terms with the pandas leaving DC. I mean…how do we know that they didn’t double back, go through the secret tunnels Pinky had built, (MX: “WHAT secret tunnels?” Pinky: “um…you must have mis read dat, mommee…”) and are now hanging out in the luxury suite behind the scenes?
I guess we’ll find out soon!
Be the Bear Bob T I know nothing about any secret tunnels Panda
You might have noticed a little radio silence these past couple weeks. I was on a little vacation from the inter webs, as I made my last visit to see our beloved DC panda family. For those of us who live far from DC, the fact that the DC pandas are moving to China is somewhat abstract. I rely on the photos and videos of those who live close by to keep up with all the goings on of Mei Xiang, Tian Tian, and of course, Bikkie.
There have been pandas in DC all of my adult life. I feel lucky to have gotten to see them so many times, even if it is a mere blip of time to those who live within panda proximity. They will be missed mightily. Until we have pandas again, we will have to get by with other bears. I live just far enough away from the Pookies that I don’t get to visit them often, but hope to make another visit or two this fall.
I was inspired by recent news reports to write this ‘toon for Otis, Fat Bear Emeritus of Brooks Falls. No matter what the nooz reports say, Otis is innocent!
The destruction in Acapulco is tragic and terrible, but couldn’t they have found another ‘O’ name for the hurricane?
BTW, in the US, we go back to Daylight losing time, despite the efforts of those who have tried to put us on permanent Daylight Saving Time. Alas…maybe next year. As such, as it is the tradition here at The Panda Chronicles, I rerun my much loved ‘toon:
Be the Bear! Bob T go see the pandas before it’s too late Panda
The fish breathe a sigh of relief, the bears loosen their belts, start looking for their jammies and teddy bears, and start to think about snuggling up as the days grow short and the air and snow blow through the cracks of their dens.
What do the bears think about all these people hanging on their every snack? About all these well heeled hikers and trekkers that make the difficult and expensive trip to see them in their fat, fuzzy glory?
I bet they think some of them look like pretty good eating, and maybe not as hard to catch as salmon.
Otis may not have won the competition this year, but he’ll always be Number One Bear in my book. Otis Abides.
I expect there will be a bit more commentary here on ZooNooz, from our favorite bears around the Hood, Frank and Mikey. Till then…
I’m afraid to tell you, that Otis did not win this year’s completion. I think there is one more day to go, but he has already been eliminated. I know, I know, all bears are worthy, but geez…you’d think there could be more people who recognize Otis’s contribution to the Fat Bear Festivities. Maybe a lifetime achievement award?
What better way to sneak into the World of the Mouse, than by wearing a bear suit? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past the absentee governor who would be dictator president to pretend to be a bear and reconnoiter your enemy.
Or maybe it was just a bear who wanted to go on the It’s a Small World After All ride. At least it wasn’t an alligator!