The animals of Mexico

While sorting through the photos that journaled my mexpedition, I was unsure as to the direction that my presentation shoud take. Chronological? Footloose and Fancyfree? No, niether of those options seemed very good. So I grouped them according to the basic elements of the universe: Earth, Wind and Fire.
This is, I'm sure you will agree, the best and most scientific way to go about things.
So with out any further ado,
I present to you the rich and lusturous animals of Mexico.


Horses, skinny tiny horses are everywhere. I think the diminutive size is a defence. Against what I'm not sure.


They say Death rides a pale horse, well tourists from Mid-America with sunburns and the runs ride skinny donkeys.

Some local horses exhibited odd behavior. This fellow and others in the same stable took to rolling in the dirt, much like a dog.


Perhaps the dirt rolling was in an attempt to appear like a dog and escape a fate such as this:

Sweet Jesus, take pity and release that horse from its unholy duty.
I for one, cannot imagine what it would be to spend a sweltering Mexican afternoon, trapped in the no doubt swamp like crotch of a tourista. I swear I heard this horse weeping as it went by. A sound that will haunt me for the rest of my days.
Aye Carrumba!

In addition tourists, horses are used to pack everything people are too lazy to carry themselves




And while some of the smarter beasts tried to go their own way


Most of them are (com)pressed into service as tourist taxicabs and end up thusly




I think its funny that a girl in a bikini is riding a horse that is heading straight for a pile of horse poop.


Proud, noble, and skinny, the horses of Mexico.


Dogs.
Dogs were everywhere and like the horses, skinny.
Some dogs, like this one are specially trained to protect roof tiles, a very rare and valuble commodity.


While there were many many dogs, there were a pair that stood out.

Paloma. Trustworty, loyal, killer of odd nocturnal jungle stuff.


A Mexpedition member picking fleas off Paloma's ass. Yep, the dog is as happy as it looks.


Dhumbo. Young, brash, ready for action.

They may look cute in some tramp's handbag but make no mistake, these dogs in the wild are ferocios beasts witha taste for blood. Notice if you will, the lack of fear exhibited by myself, the photographer and my teammate. We stood inches from the fangs of this killer just to get this shot. You are all welcome.


Chickens. Terrifying Mexican chickens


This magnificent example of the mountain chicken, or Pollo de Montana, was spotted only feet from the base camp Palapa.


The male of the species, the dudechicken


This next picture may be inappropriate for more sensitive viewers. You have been warned.

Feeding frenzy. It was an orgy of animals and slop. Horrifying.


Pellicans and some Pellicants-those are the skinnier ones.


This clever snake was disguising himself as dead. I did not fall for his ruse and left the area immediatley lest his body return and I suffer a bite.


Cicadia. Big and hellishly noisy. They arrive enmasse and the sound drowns out most other noise.


No idea what this was. No doubt very deadly. I escaped with my life.


Tiny Hermit Crab. They are everywhere.


The larger, Get Out and Live a Little Crab.


Frog. Green. Small.