Pining for the fjords…

Another internet find, this time via stumbleupon.com.

Presumably, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this photo:

My first thought was that it was a Yotel for parrots, but now I’m not so sure. Don’t parrots generally sleep standing up? Either these ones are dead, simultaneously anaesthetised or just really, really well trained.

I spotted a couple of gaps in the tray on the top right. They’ll need some Pollyfilla for that. Hahahaha!
(I’m here all week, try the veal.)

I’m going to give the happy looking staff the benefit of the doubt and say that they were probably just annoyed at the photographers request to “just pull out all the drawers”. How long must that have taken?
Actually, I’m not giving Grandma at the front there the benefit of the doubt. She just looks sinister. Which means that she fits right in.

I wonder if there are other aisles in this warehouse/storeroom for other birds. And lizards. And mammals.
And then the dark aisle at the end… for the drawers and drawers of “sleeping” humans.

No-one ever goes down there. And if they do. They don’t come back.

Aha! Just worked it out. These are the spare props for the infamous Monty Python sketch: note the suddenly blindingly obvious absence of any Norwegian Blues.

Any other suggestions, sensible or otherwise, as to what exactly is going on here are more than welcome in the comments section below.