Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Virginia Living Museum

"The Virginia Living Museum in Newport News is a combination of a native wildlife park, science museum, aquarium, botanical preserve and planetarium - all in one setting. Carefully protected natural environments for living animals and plants create an opportunity to explore birds, marine life, mammals, reptiles, and insects - all native to Virginia from the mountains to the sea." 

I remember visiting the VLM when I was 7.  My cousins and I went with Pepop who always loved sharing information about wildlife with us.  I remember that I learned that flies eat by throwing up their last meal onto their current meal then sipping it all back up.  Remember that next time you see a fly on your plate.  I do. Over the years the museum has grown.  It houses more aquariums, a planetarium and an outdoor boardwalk that snakes around a large pond and several wildlife enclosures.  All the wildlife at the VLM has either been born in captivity or so badly injured that survival in the wild is impossible. 

I give you- The Boardwalk:


 These are red wolves which are no longer found living in the wild. 


A skunk, or Stunked as the Brat Child says.  A little tidbit: I enjoy the mild smell of skunk.  I think it has to do with the psychology term Classical Conditioning.  I smelled skunks in Deltaville, Deltaville makes me happy therefore skunk smell makes me happy.

Black Vultures.  Why is the head and neck of a vulture "bald" without feathers? So they don't get nasty when they stick their heads inside a carcass.  Yum.


  1. You could have kept that fly tidbit all to yourself! And move down here and you will never tire of the smell of skunk! Or vultures, or eagles, or turtles or ah hell I live on the boardwalk! At least I have my wolves trained!

  2. Oh how I hate a fly, and now I have a very good reason to go apes### when one gets near me and my food. The humanity.

    Stunked! I love your son. Stunked smells do not bother me at all, probably for the same reason you state. We get the smell all the time, unfortunately. Once my mother stopped on the side of the road to rescue a stunked whose head was trapped in a jar. She was able to get him loose but not without getting sprayed herself. I don't think she was too pleased with the stunked smell, but she was happy to help him out.

    Have you ever heard the tongue twister...a skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk but the stump thunk the skunk stunk?

    Give that one to Son and let him work on it - can't wait to see what he comes up with.

  3. Noe Noe- your wolves are trained to steal radios and eat steel toe boots :)

    CBW- you're welcome for the fly tidbit, information like that should be shared. Two years ago after a night of ghost hunting at Old House Woods, I came upon a sweet little kitten on the side of the road. Only when I went to get the sweet little kitten it turned out to be a stunked. Luckily I got back in the car pretty fast. Can't wait to get Ethan to try out the tongue twister...