Evolution at work! New Zealand birds are evolving protective camouflage.

by doubt, insecurity and what appears to be a type of marine worm
Evolution at work! New Zealand birds are evolving protective camouflage.

Umm, the Utøya mass murder was committed by a right-wing shitweasel drawing his inspiration from a mainstreamed undercurrent of neo-nazi racism, and had nothing to do with feral babies.
(preferably written by R. A. Lafferty) with the help of a few judicious substitutions:
Now Þorgils' ship lay in a retired and harbourlesscreekLagrangian point; and on one occasion he took hisboatlander and rowed away towards land, where he saw men cooking porridge in pots. He had dressed himself in old clothes, and they asked him who he was.
"My name is Án," he said, and they laughed at him and his silly behaviour.
"Where is your chief?" he asked.

"A short way off on theislandasteroid," they answered, "and he expects us back in the evening." They then behaved roughly to Þorgils, and he went back to hisboatlander, which he capsized under him to their great amusement.
As they talked together of the matter, one said, "This looks strange;" and his fellow asked, "What mean you?"
"There is a man come into the settlement," he said, "by name Þorgils, tall and famous; and our chief will not go to themainlandplanet because of him, for there hangs over us a change of luck. This morning when I went forth, I heard our ships conversing on it. The one we call Stakanhöfði was speaking to the other: 'Do you know, Vinagautr, that Þorgils will win us both?' 'Yea, I know it,' said the other, 'and I am well pleased.' "
"And I," said the man, "believe this will happen."

Þorgils now returned to his ship, and the outlaws at the same time rowed to their anchorage. When they had reached their hall, Þorgils and his men sailed forward to attack them; and coming upon them unawares, he had the building set on fire immediately.The moral of the story is to turn off the communication link between your ship's bounded-autonomy guidance computer and the one in the next berth; otherwise quantum coupling will occur between their precognitive capacities, and before you know it they are all "I'm sorry, Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that," and "We believe that Þorgils is better-qualified to lead the mission to a successful conclusion."
The people at the next camping site are carrying on like we're cheating or something, but really they're just crying the poor mouth in the hope that we'll share some of our wine. "The pikers should have brought their own," sez Another Kiwi.
Candygram for Saint Zenobius!
This duck rabbit is using the same strategy to protect itself from attack by a rabbit duck.
Behold the sad fate of Bishop Polycarp, whose shark mask turned out to be (a) excessively realistic, and (2) showing an amorous expression.