Reimagine My Community
Chill pops up when it is time to take it easy and ponder something. He likes to chill … a lot….
15 hours for snoozing and the other 9 for tree cruises and snacking.
Sleep is important for sloth-brain-power (they are smart).
btw … shout-out to greenplate for this hand-painted watercolor on Freepik. Premium licensed vector. We like the facial expression on Chill. Well done. Check his work out if you like watercolors. Lots of animal subjects.
Mr. Whoot offers words of wisdom when he isn’t crashing into trees and flying “under the influence” of hard-to-predict winds. He does better on the grasslands with fewer trees in his flight path.
Other owls regard Mr. Whoot as rather different.
The rest of the owls are trying to figure out how he got to be a moderator. He barges into the middle of a conversation and then flaps away once he delivers his “package” of thoughts.
They think Mr. Whoot hit a tree too hard one day. It was a head-on collision at terminal velocity and flaps down.
By viewing Whoot from different angles, they hope to figure him out. But the emergent problem is that he flies in invisible winds and he is very hard to predict.
One day.…
Wanda sometimes goes by Owl-Too.
Some people in the Big-Boring-Clique (B-B-C)—the In-Crowd—think Cutie-Pie isn’t very smart. That’s ‘cuz she’s kinda’ little. She’s definitely NOT-Cool in their minds.
She’s shy. Introverted. A wee bit of a wallflower. Too young to get it.
Well … did the In-Crowd ever miss seeing her strengths!
Cutie-Pie was the owl on the Trek that noticed something odd about the sand at the beach. Something buried. But almost no one else saw it….
The In-Crowd was waaaaay too busy being cool.
Naaw … the B-B-C-In-Crowd DIDN’T nail it this time. They missed the mark.
We’re giving a shout-out to Cutie-Pie. She’s all over the hidden treasures in the sand.
The cool majority doesn’t always nail it. Even though they are the ones packing credentials and influence.
The top dogs are not always the top dogs.
They are part of the drivers once you get into the Briefing (Main Menu, Trek). Mind you, the owls have zero confidence in their driving.
We suggest you upgrade your life insurance or wrap yourself in pillows held together with duct tape.
You just can’t tell with this bunch at the wheel.
Seriously … they are just fun to hang out with.
Check ‘em out.
We apologize in advance to any primatologists or animal experts for potential gender mistakes in our fictional gorilla names.
While we enjoy gorillas, we don’t know for sure how to distinguish between male or female.
We know adult males are larger than females and have other identifying characteristics, such as a distinctive skull shape (sagittal crest) and silver hair on their back (silverbacks). We don’t know if this applies to all species of gorillas (hint—bear with us!).
Tex looks after site security for the troop during due diligence exercises. We don’t recommend looking him straight in the eye from close up, with a toothy grin, and then telling him he needs a perm. Beating your chest always makes a point with Tex.
He might misunderstand your idea of a joke and male bravado.
Uber-smart and life-shortening moves like that often end up with something like a Darwin Award.
Mr. Details looks over the details with exhausting precision. He gets grumpy if you whine about his ways. In his world, every blade of grass has cosmic significance. He and Tex are best of buddies (read between the lines).
We often see Stumpee scratching her head.
It’s not due to lack of GIQ (Genus IQ).
It’s because she thinks outside the box and often needs time to think things over.
Things rarely stump her.
Life in the Genus Coalition wouldn’t be complete without our beloved Brother Festus.
He balances out the world for individuals focused mainly on manners and proper upbringing. Bro’ Festus enjoys dressing up with a full tuxedo for special occasions.
He is well-educated and knows protocols.
But he sees himself as a “Calibrator” of sorts for society. He likes to do what comes naturally to him.
We don’t mind if you mention to Tex that you don’t care for the free-spirited ways of Brother Festus.
We’ll watch from a safe distance.
Miss Prissy is self-appointed to straighten Brother Festus out.
Daisy has tried them all.
While decent on a recorder or flute, she prefers the drums and noisemakers like a blowout.
Daisy has an uncanny ability to know if someone means harm or just wants to play and have fun.
As you can see, she has decided on the current situation.
It was that or the graphics artists were just having fun.
Brother Festus’s ways often disgust Miss Prissy—especially his nose-picking thing.
A member of royalty in the barnyard—of which all Polish Crested Chickens inherit from birth—Miss Prissy parades her fancy hairdos while preening her feathers. Her destiny in life is to look rather glamorous.
Miss Prissy has the occasional bad-hair day. For some strange reason, she doesn’t tell Brother Festus to smarten up on those days.
Most odd.
It’s on those days when her hairdo goes everywhere that sight and navigation become more difficult. The rest of the barnyard knows to give her extra space on her Quirky-Days.
Yes, we are VERY concerned about Climate Change and the impacts on Community.
