Something just popped into my head - I find myself wondering how Maynard is doing - the poor penguin from the zoo-keeping episode (also featuring hippos), who developed a crush on her keeper after her penguin husband left her for her sister.
I mean, let's be honest, girls. Almost every one of us has at one point in our lives offered nesting material to someone who wasn't the slightest bit interested, or who turned out to be an entirely different species in the end. Maynard, I feel for you.
I could find out Tuesday for you but the penguins have this "Pavlovian" response whenever they see Tom with a bucket walking toward the exhibit. They begin to get a really tense look, just like your dog does before he gets a treat.
I've seen the little guys, they really don't take to the volunteers that come into the Penguin Panorama to feed them.
Otherwise, Maynard probably has moved on to another....
No hard feelings Mike. But she really wasn't your type.
I took my kids to the Denver Zoo a few weeks ago. They have an outdoor exhibit which seemed to contain an awful lot of penguins for its size. Off to the right end, in a little patch by themselves, were a pair of penguins that looked to be a cute couple. They never left each other's sides.
A guy was causing the light from the reflection off his watch to dance around the faux rock wall behind them. They wouldn't take their eyes off of it and danced around, their heads following the light in perfect unison. He tried to get them to jump in the water with the light, but they never would.
I thought the guy was going a little overboard in trying to get them dizzy, but then, they were highly entertained, and how often does that happen if you're stuck in a zoo exhibit.
I thought of Maynard, and realized everything points back to some episode of Dirty Jobs. Well, I WAS at the zoo, and I DID see lots of poo.
I believe NOLA is correct. Maynard has surely moved on. I mean even a penguin needs more attention than Mike can give right now. I did hear though that Mike gets the occasional clump of nesting materials in the mail....pretty sure it's from Maynard but it may not be, after all there have been so many others since. Mike has left such a string of broken hearts within our furred and feathered friends....bless their pining little souls.
"I thought of Maynard, and realized everything points back to some episode of Dirty Jobs."
It sounds like you were fooled by the illusion of duality :P
She's probably better off. Plus, I'm sure Mike'd present her with the lousiest pebble ever...
Renske. p.s: don't get this joke? Don't feel bad! For some info on penguin mating habits, go here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A23428631
p.p.s: a quote from said website: "There are, of course, a lot of young single males around. The female Adelie, when selecting her mate, assesses the fitness and body weight of the prospective partner. The male, after all, will have to stand guard on the eggs and keep them warm during the incubation period, so the females are looking for podgy partners with sufficient paunch to see them through the long, cold days ahead."
[quote]I took my kids to the Denver Zoo a few weeks ago[/quote]
Melinda, Your post freaked me out. I was at the Denver Zoo a few weeks ago too. We always go by the penquin exibit by Bird World. Were you there on the 14th? That would be a little "twilite zoney" if we were there at the same time and walked past each other.
I didn't see a guy teasing the penguins though (thank goodness). Did see a lot of poo though. Especially from the hippos and rhinos.
I didn't realize you were near me! I have a bad bad memory if you told me before, so please don't be offended.
I had to look back on my calendar, but we were there on June 7th. Was there Cottonwood blowing absolutely EVERYWHERE when you were there a week later? Especially by the mountain lions...
Hi Melinda, I'm almost positive it was the 14th but it could have been the 7th. Since we have a membership we seem to go every weekend for a couple of hours, sometimes the days turn into a blur.
Whether the 7th or the 14th there was a LOT of cottonwood blowing when I was there. I started sneezing and my eyes were watering for the better part of the visit.
Next time I'm there and I feel a little vibe, don't be suprised if you hear someone shouting, "Dirty Jobs!! Dirty Jobs!!". Then you will know it is me.
You are too funny. I thought about a membership, but my kids are getting a bit older now, and I think one trip a year is about all they'd be interested in. We seem to be needing to "up" the thrill factor.
I can often be heard saying "Mike Rowe" or "Dirty Jobs". I'm sure we'll be able to find each other!
I heard Maynard got a big head after her television debut. She hired an agent and a PR person and is currently in talks to become the spokesperson... er, uh spokespenguin for Igloo Ice Cream out in East Bumbletree, Wisconsin.
I also heard it through the flock that she developed quite the crush on Mike when he was out there. She wouldn't eat the fish because she didn't want him to think she was a pig.
Little did she know... Mike puts pigs on a pedestal!
Maynard is looking for the real thing, not just a flashy fellow in waders scrubbing her pen for the day.
I think she sized Mike up and figured him for another love and leave 'em mate. She played nice for the camera to further her own career, but she knew he'd migrate on at the end of the day.
She let him know it too, with that little love bite to the larynx.
"I also heard it through the flock that she developed quite the crush on Mike when he was out there. She wouldn't eat the fish because she didn't want him to think she was a pig."
And so yet another aspiring tv-star starves herself to death to be more appealing to her audience.... Tragic. No doubt she'll get together with some shady type in a tux who cheats her out of all of her earnings. This will in turn make her so miserable that she'll find comfort only in alcohol - codka, fishky, martuna's, sherring - and not just a little, but by the hallibottle!
Just wait until Maynard falls into the Botox trap. Everyone will look with pity when she can't swim any longer because she can't feel her little flippers.
Renske, that seriously made me laugh at loud. How corny is that joke? It is almost like my stupid joke from last week. What did the fish say when it swam into the concrete? Dam. Bad, I know.
Oh and since I have not yet formally welcomed you and your group of buddies to this MB, WELCOME! Your contributions have been very much enjoyed.
