Always one of my favourite parts. Sadly but understandably they don’t fly them for the visitors right now, but still some amazing creatures.
One of the more unusual animals at our zoo: a fossa. It#s the largest predator in Madagascar (and not nicely portrayed in the movie).
I think they’re trying to get him a partner as part of the ex situ conservation program.
… fairy tales, by William Symonds (English artist, 1851-1934)

The Princess and the Frog, 1894, William Symonds. Image from Bradford Museums and Galleries via Art U.K.
Today’s photographs all speak to the blanketing beauty of fresh snow.
First, we have a tranquil snow scene sent in by Kelvin L. Woelk.
Next, some a few shots of this year’s first snowfall from our very own Charly.
Finally, some quiet landscape shots full of pattern, taken in central or west-central Minnesota by Mark Hesse.
“The one titled Hoarfrost was taken in Morris, MN, home of FTB’s own PZ Myers.”
Thanks for taking the time to send in your photos.
As you probably all have heard by now, Elliot Page has announced his coming out as a trans guy. While this has been greeted with joy by a lot of people, there’s of course also a particular group of people who is absolutely outraged at the thought of a young-ish* person afab deciding about their own life, body and future. Now, actually it’s two, but the one I’m talking about is nominally feminist transphobes. Page has long been an icon of the queer community, lending voice and fame to its struggles, but since they don#t consider trans people to be part of the community, this is now a massive betrayal of a community transphobes don’t want to be part of anyway.
This is what a well known transphobic lesbian, Claire Huchan (does it surprise you that she is British and a Swerf?) had to say (CN deadnaming):
If coming out as transgender brings the actor formerly known as Ellen Page any measure of peace, then I am glad for them. But my heart also breaks as the lesbian community grows smaller. Again. And loses a role model. Again.
— Sister Outrider (@ClaireShrugged) December 1, 2020
I find it depressing how many young lesbians now feel that, because they do not perform or feel invested in conventional femininity, they can no longer be women. And so they shift from identifying as lesbian women to straight men. Compulsory heterosexuality all over again. If coming out as transgender brings the actor formerly known as E… Page any measure of peace, then I am glad for them. But my heart also breaks as the lesbian community grows smaller. Again. And loses a role model. Again.
So. Much. To. Unpack. Here.
First it’s the presumption that being trans or not is about gender roles, expression and gender performance, not about gender itself. Which is rich coming from people who fiercely police people’s gender roles and expressions, who are ok with threatening and excluding cis butch women because they don’t look feminine enough, and who also criticise trans women for being “too feminine”. Pro tip: it’s not trans folks and their allies who are policing people’s bodies. We don’t go on and on about jaw lines or hip width or facial hair. We aren’t trying to find the exact amount of make up a woman is allowed to use before she becomes “a tool of the patriarchy” or are claiming that a trans woman or drag queen putting on make up is akin to “blackface”.
Next comes an idea that is big with transphobes: Trans men are really silly little women who don’t know their own head. You’re not getting more misogynist than that, but here we are. The claim at the centre is that trans men cannot be trusted to know who they are. Now, they don’t believe that trans women are who they say they are, but the reasoning is usually different: trans women are really men, and men are inherently predatory, so a trans woman is really just a predatory heterosexual man who wants access to cis women (straight trans women exist, but transphobes will tell you that they’re probably just making their heterosexuality up). With trans men it’s different. Since they’ve been placed in the inherently harmless and fragile class by transphobes, the predator argument makes no sense. Instead, they are poor victims of the patriarchy. They cannot be trusted to know who they really are. Instead they’re confusing “not being into make up” with being a guy, because that’s definitely something that happens. Especially with a world famous actor. Married to a gorgeous wife. Yes, that’s absolutely the person who knows nothing about the difference between putting on some clothing and make up and being somebody. And that’s just the first tweet.
The second tweet takes it all into creep territory. Because now they actually mourn for Elliot Page, claiming that the lesbian community lost him (funny how a trans man who fancies women is hetero (correct), yet a trans woman who fancies women is somehow also hetero?). As if Elliot Page wasn’t a person with his own life, feelings, and desires, and not some asset to the lesbian community, a canvas ion whom they could project their ideas and desires. Her heart breaks over Elliot Page finding happiness? Lady, that’s creepy as fuck. That’s obsessive. That’s acting like this person owes you something, like he has to live his life according to your rules. And also, what’s up with the role model shit? Can a trans man no longer be a role model? And while representation is important, can you only have role models that match your own identity 100%? Because I guess I’m seriously out of luck here and have to be my own role model.
And last but not least, it’s the blank dishonesty in mealy mouthed support for Elliot Page and his happiness. If you were glad for him, you wouldn’t do the thing that you exactly know is causing him and other trans people harm, and that is deadnaming him. The longer this goes, the less differences there are between Christian Conservatives and self proclaimed “radical” feminists. They both treat people afab as their personal belongings, their bodies as a thing they need control because the owners of said bodies obviously don’t know what’s good for them.
*I mean, he’s 33, but according to transphobes, people afab only become adults once they agree with transphobes.
… portraits, by Mirium Escofet, a Spanish painter, born in 1967, who is currently living in London.

An Angel At My Table, Miriam Escofet. Image from the artist’s website miriamescofet.com
We’ve been getting lots of submissions, so I have a few photos to share with you today.
First, two fascinating photos sent in by Sheila Crosby who tell us,
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Next, a beautiful home with a long driveway that speaks to the demands of winter from Suzanne Willis.
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Finally, we have a beautiful and engaging photo from Todd R. I love the look of wonder on the dog’s face.
Thanks to everyone who has sent in photos. We’ll be seeing them all over the next few days, and there is still time to send us your submission to [email protected]. The address is always on the left sidebar underneath the colourful, percolating head.
Today’s photo is from PZ Myers of Pharyngula fame, and it’s a tranquil look at wintery ice crystals. Brrrr.
©PZ Myers, all rights reserved.
Our zoo seems to attract albino Bennet Roos..
I’ve been struggling to write this post for 2 weeks, but I can’t keep putting it off, so here goes.
Jack and I haven’t had many adventures over the past month because Jack’s gone lame. The problem is mostly with his front end somewhere, but we can’t quite pin down the problem, and his walking is continuing to deteriorate. It may be due in part to the return of Larry the Lump (warning – the bottom photo is gory), who has taken up residence in Jack’s Rt. elbow, but his left shoulder is also inflamed. We see the Dr. again tomorrow, and hopefully, an x-ray will give the vet a better idea of cause, effect and treatment options. He has been started on pain pills, and they allow him to rest comfortably at home, but he isn’t himself.
There is some small good news, however. We have successfully weaned Jack off of his steroidal allergy tablets and onto a plain cetirizine (Reactine) tablet, which means he’ll soon be able to take an anti-inflammatory to help with his arthritic hips and knees. Right now, it’s one day at a time, and I’m letting Jack decide how much he wants to do. On a good day, he goes to the end of the street and back, but on a rainy day like today, Jack only wants to go out to the yard.
About a month ago, when things were better, I took Jack to the wee woods for a walk and did some videotaping while we were there. I’ve put together a small youtube movie of our walk, and I’ll be releasing it on Saturday, Dec. 5th, as part of our Winterfest celebration. It’s my first attempt at videography, and there was a pretty steep learning curve, but I’ve managed to put together about a 5-minute clip that I’ll be releasing on Sat. Dec. 5th as part of our Winterfest celebrations. It’s nothing special, but I’m damned proud of myself for learning a new skill, and some of you might even enjoy it. I had hoped to add singing to the end of the clip, but Jack isn’t in the mood to sing right now, so that will have to wait for our next video. In the meantime, I’m hovering over Jack and waiting on him hand and foot. I’m also struggling with the existential crisis of figuring out what happens to Jack’s Walk if Jack can’t walk.
Winter is a beautiful season, as evidenced by these elegant photos of hoarfrost from VBFF.
There’s still lots of time to send in your winter photos. Our address is [email protected].
… adorable, by Elsley

A Dead Heat, 1893, Arthur John Elsley. Image from Sotheby’s Auction.
