An accomplished blogger got the better of this beast, as evidenced by more specific imagery here. As compelling as an epic carp battle may be, I still find the look of this animal mildly repugnant. I’m trying to get past that though.
The ‘expression’ on this monster’s ‘face’ gave me a good laugh. For such a supposedly wiley creature, it’s pretty fixated on the nom nom nom. Like Homer Simpson with a donut.
I saw a Holstein calf do this once. My job was to move the calf from his one bedroom calf condo to a paddock where he could mix it up with the other toddlers. As I led him across the grass, he got the giddies and attempted an ecstatic sprint from my side. His brain totally outdistanced his spindly and little-used legs so he got about four leaps away and then passed out. I mean it, he fainted. On his side, eyes rolled back in his head, it looked like he’d gone into cardiac arrest.
I stood over the frozen calf, wondering how I was going to tell Mr Dairy Farmer that I killed the future sire of a prize-winning herd. Without opening his eyes or otherwise moving a muscle, that baby bovine’s black tongue emerged to taste the grass. Nom nom nom.