Just Because I Am So Odd...err Unique

We drove over to the little communities of Rescue and Battery Park, Virginia on Saturday.  I know there must be a story about the name "Rescue" but I haven't discovered it yet.  Both neighborhoods are in Isle of Wight County...perhaps 20 minutes from our house.  However, they are light years away...sleepy, bucolic, peaceful non-suburbia.

Back in this area is a surprising place called Oak Crest Farm.  It is so surprising that the LA Times wrote a story it.

Zebra Farm

I'll never forgot how odd the zebras seemed the first time we saw them grazing.  It was as if a narwhal was sunning himself in Virginia Beach or a polar bear was sitting at a bus stop in Los Angeles.

The zebra are the farthest away from the road and hard to catch in a pic. The donkeys were frolicking right next to the fence, so I took some shots.

Okay, maybe it is just me, but I think this donkey needs to see a dentist.  He reminds me of a shipmate of my husband's who always used to say, "I'm an awful handsome fella, but my teeth are screwed up."  Actually, he said something else other than screwed up, but you get the idea.

I've been laughing at this pic ever since I took it.  I know.  I'm unusual.  It is what I do.  It is who I am.