I was not going to write about baby sloths today. I was going to say something about Civil War battle reenactments, because I went to one last week. Yes, and I even took photos, to prove it.
BUT, as I really do not have many positive feelings for Civil War battle reenactments, it didn’t take much to turn my attentions elsewhere.
Anyone who ever read my previous blogging venture, The Fair Base Ballist, will know that I have a certain fondness for baby sloths. It all started a few years back, when I happened upon the following video:
Sigh. A little piece of my heart has been in Costa Rica ever since.
Although I am really not the sort of person to spend my time on YouTube watching cutesy videos of baby animals, baby sloths are my weakness. They’re like stuffed animals come to life. The cuteness is irresistible.
So, why bring up baby sloths today? I don’t think I need a reason, but I do have one. It is because of the video below, which appeared on my Facebook timeline as if by magic, saving us all from curmudgeonly musings on a certain bloodless Sunday afternoon kerfuffle. It announces the birth of a baby sloth at London Zoo (which was a complete surprise of the staff, apparently). This is the full scoop:
Ahh… spring, the miracle of new life, and baby sloths. Kickin’ and wrigglin’. These are the sorts of cheerful things one likes to dwell on heading into Memorial Day weekend. Have a good one, my friends, and I’ll see you soon.
P.S. There is nothing in this world as pointlessly amusing as photoshopped baby sloth photos. And although none appear in today’s post, do not be surprised if you should see some here in the future. It will happen when you least expect it, and probably for no decipherable reason.
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