I mentioned the donkeys before, and Im still trying to capture their wonderful singing voices on record. Apparently their ancestors were originally employed in the salt flats, and they have since gone native, roaming the streets and desert in gangs and generally causing donkey mischief. We caught some on their way to make a prank call. (Yes, that is a real phone booth. There are many on the island, where they seem to be thriving despite being on the endangered species list in the rest of the world.)
We passed at least ten donkeys in our island tour, i suspect there were actually more than that, but like many of the animals here, they share a colour palette with the scrub and are really hard to spot from a moving vehicle. Unless, of course, they are preventing your vehicle from moving. They have silly rabbit ears, and I find them quite endearing.
Where there aren't donkeys, there are goats, which also do a (surprisingly) good jorb of blending into their surroundings.
Im relatively certain their only natural predators here are the natives, who serve them in a curry sauce, so i doubt this camoflague is the result of evolution. Consummate hide-and-seek players, wise goats carry concealment wherever they go. The goat in the center here has chosen to hide his presence using a cactus paddle. On his face. You will probably need to look closely to even know there are goats in this picture, that is how good they are at hiding.
Self-Congratulatory Goat practices his fancy-prancy high step, having outfoxed you at hide-and-seek.
Meanwhile, CityGoats dont give a damn, prefering to hide in plain sight...
...Or behind rocks
Im not sure what the life of a goat in the metropolis of Kralendijk is like. Maybe these goats are actually trying to pick up tourists on this corner in exchange for empty cans or old boots. Maybe this is really how recycling on Bonaire works. (edit: added another goat and a donkey from today's tour)
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