Alabama: Flying rolls, spitting guanacos, charging tigers

Dear all,

J. here. Howdy.

Well, we got back from our little jaunt to Alabama yesterday, and I thought you'd like to see the pictures:

Here we are at "Lambert's Cafe," home of "throwed rolls." Yep, they throw food at you as you eat. Hopefully, you can catch it.

In our comfy room at the Comfort Suites. (What an appropriate name.)

We ate brunch at Hazel's Nook, this little hole-in-the-wall. I liked the sign on the wall.

Even the decorative roosters were getting into Mardi Gras.

That goat was trouble.

This is a guanaco, related to the llama. In a guanaco pack, the tallest one is dominant, so this guy and I got into a power struggle--his ears and posture show that he's trying to stand as tall as he can. (I won, but I was afraid he'd spit. I'd seen him do it twice.)

Melanie and a wallaby.

...the wallaby.

This goose tried to eat Melanie's shoes.

...and we fed the donkeys with some of our Hattiesburg friends, who were also in town.

But, of course, we were there for the young tigers. Behold:

The tigers LOVED this bedsheet--it was covered in straw and tiger urine and chicken guts, and they went crazy when we'd play matador with them, charging us and biting at the sheet and crawling all over it.