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When having a rest in between all the swooping and aerobatics of their courtship displays the lapwings on the moors between Buxton and Macclesfield like to perch by the side of the Cat and Fiddle road to watch the Sunday cyclists sweat (uphill) or streak (downhill) by.
I'm always fascinated by observing human behaviour, particularly how it varies across cultures. It struck me that certain postures are more prevalent in specific regions. For instance, squatting is a common resting position in many parts of Asia and Africa. Yet, it's far less common in Europe, where people typically sit on chairs, and many struggle to even get into a squat.
Interestingly, I've identified another global posture that transcends cultural boundaries: the phone hunch. No matter where you go, you'll see people hunched over their smartphones, engrossed in the digital world. This modern posture is a testament to our universal connection to technology, yet it also serves as a reminder of the physical impact our digital habits have on our bodies.
The little male mouse was quietly enjoying a meal when the agressive female climbed on the the back of the stone. She was so determined that her ears were back and you can see the power of shove in her back legs. I had not see that behaviour before even though I have often watched them.
What happens next is in the pic below.
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Explore: #424 1/23/07
Hold the phones!
Weird behaviour by local Pacifican photographers now explained. Local photographer WelshBaloney witnessed one such abduction and subsequent induction, presumably after alien alteration (speculation acknowledged).
This photograph, taken shortly after the abductee had been sucked into an alien craft confirms what we have all feared for so long...
Be afraid...be VERY afraid. Watch these people (Lattimore, Azzaro, Curley...) closely and report any odd behavior.
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He's going to be the spokesperson for my contest :P. I wanted to get a good image for a banner or a layout, but I think I have to keep on trying.
What drives me nuts is his blushing..the coverage didn't turn out that great, so I think I'm going to try to add some more layers on. If it gets ruined, I'll just redo him completely ^^;.
More Boxing Mountain Hares taken on a recent visit to the Cairngorm National Park.
If any of you are interested I'm now offering a guiding service for Mountain Hares, Ptarmigan, Crested Tits and Squirrels, you can find the details on my website.
This photo captures me in an attempt to set free the female side of my persona. It may not look great but it represents the culmination of a lot of effort and months of arrangements. To say I was delighted to be appearing as a woman can barely describe the inner feelings I was experiencing. I was totally thrilled to once more be Helene my female alter-ego. She is very different in both looks and behaviour to the man I usually am.
I often discuss how despite living as a man I also find I want to be a woman. Living as a man means this is the reality of my life, I have a wife, a family, a job and responsibilities and a commitment to look after and provide for my family, this has to be priority and must always come first.
I actually enjoy my life as a man and will admit to a high degree of contentment and it is not something I wish to give up. So how can I say that after saying earlier in this narrative I also like to be a woman?
Well, therein lies the quandary faced by transgender people. I suppose in my case if I was to be honest I would admit ideally I want it all! I want to be both woman and man and switch between these aspects of myself. Reality is I cannot be so free and easy with my own desires, I have to be aware of the real world.
For me, I now understand I have aspects that others tell me are in their view not correct, that I cannot be one thing or the other so let me lay out how I feel. I personally accept these feelings I have and just see them as various elements that add up to me being who I am.
I think far too often simplistic black and white conclusions are drawn up in the trans-community and also out with it. For example lets take the most common one 'you dress up as a woman so you must be homosexual', that may indeed true for some people but for others it is not correct, many men who dress as women are actually heterosexual.
Getting sexually aroused by cross-dressing is often vehemently denied...oh, come on...it happens for a great many who cross-dress, if it happens then enjoy the pleasure of it. I don't always get sexually aroused but undeniably it does occur. Let's face it cross-dressing and becoming female is rather an erotic thing to do so if I do get aroused then I will indeed enjoy it.
Another taboo in the trans-community is finding other T-girls attractive, and yes, maybe there is some sexual excitement which maybe contains an added frisson, an extra thrill brought on by the knowledge the woman one is seeing is actually a male.
I am a great believer in one changing their thinking, behaviour and attitudes when appearing as a woman. I truly believe one should think themselves into the persona and switch gender inside ones head to being female. I think if one seeks to pass as a female one needs to behave and totally believe they are female in order to remove the tell tale signs you are really male. If you look, move and sound the part people expect from the appearance then that is how you will be perceived...in theory...just my take on it.
I've now employed a simplistic mantra to kick start this process when cross-dressing and that is think of oneself as an heterosexual woman and behave accordingly. Easier said than done but I think cracking that barrier will make one more convincing as a woman.
I have found though when I become Helene she stills finds women attractive, and this can include T-girls that look good, so I get a little added frisson of thinking maybe she is bi-sexual, it's rather fun!
Moving away from the sexuality topic, as I know some are very uncomfortable discussing this, though I do feel we should be more open about it, lets move onto the whole being both a man and a woman thing again. Here is a paradox that is definitely me yet draws derision from many who, as I expressed earlier, I think look at transgender issues with too narrow a focus.
As a teenager I was desperate to be a girl, I used to cry when alone that I was boy, I really did! I could be in the shower and start weeping as I had no developing breasts and had a penis. Counter to that, part of me was happy to be developing as a boy! I had no split personality I was fully aware of these two counter emotions occurring.
About that time I saw several men on television playing the parts of women. Each time was like a lightning strike, I was completely mesmerised by them. The Scottish entertainer Stanley Baxter used to play lots of female roles and really go for it, it was the full make-up, shaved legs, chest and arms, hair styles, dresses, high heels and acting the part one hundred percent. He was indeed my hero and I found myself fantasising about having a similar job. Then I saw Danny La Rue, a man dressing incredibly feminine, with such high glamour, lots of make-up, wigs, high heels, gorgeous long legs and so confident. He was very popular as a mainstream entertainer. This literally engulfed my mind. I became aware one could make a career out of acting as a woman whilst living as a man, what a fabulous job! Then, the person who really captured me and was a huge influence was Christopher Morley.
To be frank, Christopher Morley had the skill to actually pass one hundred percent as a female and a beautiful one at that, I really wanted to be him more than anything. I saw him in a 1977 film Freebie and the Bean in which he had appeared earlier in the film as a man yet when he appeared as a woman I had no idea it was the man seen earlier. In fact I had no idea she was a man at all! It was only the reveal that made me realise she was a he and I was smitten, totally smitten.
I was desperate to start spending time as a girl after all of this and was envious of girls and wanted to be one of them and not a boy. Yet, and this is when the paradox began to build further, the acting, the illusion of seeing these men impersonating females really appealed to me. I loved the whole idea of the women I had seen were men dressed up and looking convincing as females. I wanted to do that as well.
I had this three way thing going on throughout my teens, of wanting to be female, then happy to be a boy, then wanting to be a boy that worked as a female impersonator, round and round it all went and eventually by my late teens I found I was more keen on being both girl and boy rather than exclusively one gender.
I was far from confident as a person back then, even now I have no real confidence but I was totally meek back then and somewhat confused by the whole gender issues going on. The result was I suppressed all my desires to cross-dress and thought that was for the best. So at the age of twenty one I gave up on the wishing I was a girl.
I am going to admit now that I have reached the age of fifty five and I have a huge regret I did not act on my desires to be a girl. I think I would have enjoyed life as a woman but the reality is I did not transition and suppressed it. I feel I wasted too many years by not being true to myself as around the age of eighteen I was struggling internally with wanting to be a girl. The idea of cross-dressing and establishing a career in acting and female impersonation, well, it was all more than I dared actually do physically or actively engage in for real. I did have a moment that represented salvation for me back then, I came across the word transvestite. To say that word set me free and made my heart sing would be an understatement. It gave me a path, something I could cling to. I could compromise on my transsexual desire and urges to appear as a girl and settle for being a transvestite. I could be the occasional female and still live as a man. I experienced some great joy but as I said, I was meek and fearful and ended up suppressing the whole thing for two decades of my life.
I adore my life with my wife, it means far more to me than my inner dream of being a woman. That is hard to say but I cannot act upon my dream as I know what I would lose would be far more than I would gain. Also, I have no wish to be Helene with my wife. I keep Helene very separate. My wife knows I am transvestite but she has never seen me as a woman. I prefer to keep it that way. She tolerates it and allows me to shave my legs, chest and arms and to pluck my eyebrows as obviously I cannot hide these physical changes from her but she does not like knowing I cross-dress. So it is tolerated but never seen or discussed and that actually suits me.
I have concerns you see, big concerns. When I become Helene I experience an emotional high, real joy and euphoria and I do quite get into being her and want her to be a real woman. Fantasy I know but I'm just admitting to what happens. I really feel at home being a woman and though I can honestly say I like it more than being a man I do get tired of it at some point and I am happy to go back to being the man once more. I think it is the inability to sustain the female illusion for more than a few hours that causes the desire to diminish as the effort required is physically and emotionally too taxing.
While the high is occurring I almost start weeping at the prospect of being a man again yet I now know from previous occasions this emotion will pass within a few hours. I am aware though of wanting the female I have become to be as real as possible and I try to get into that mindset I was discussing earlier in this narrative. For a while the transsexual in me assumes control but then the man, the transvestite takes over and I start enjoying the thrill of being a man trying to be a woman. I am fully aware of my own sexuality now, also of my ego and vanity so I realise much of what I do is driven by these desires.
I think a man can appear and act as a female especially with other men and enjoy themselves in the female role without being homosexual. I think the flirting, being desired by men and maybe the odd tactile moment or even quick kiss is just all part of the performance, its not real it's just playing the role as convincingly as possible.
I have noticed how two T-girls can act and behave (probably without even being aware) like two females often do with each other. Their speech pattern, mannerisms and unconscious comfort in being more tactile often astounds me and yet excites me as I think, yes, it can be done, one can cross the gender line and get into the character in a natural believable way.
Having said that I will also admit to still harbouring the dream of emulating Stanley Baxter, Danny La Rue and Chris Morley. I would still love to act in a television series or film playing a female role on screen and indulging in some of the high glamour and daring costumes those men who had the sheer nerve and confidence to do back in my teenage years.
I really enjoy the preparation required for becoming a woman, all the shaving, plucking, waxing, make-up application, false eyelashes, wigs being fitted, the genital tucking, the false breasts, putting on female lingerie and finally slipping on a dresses, stepping into high heel shoes and dabbing on some perfume while catching sight of my painted nails...it truly is a thrilling experience being a man who dresses as a woman. I do love being a transvestite.
Interesting behaviour. We have had numerous young jays begging from adults.
This one was begging from the grape bag.
He would call and call, flutter its wings, then take a grape.
Then the process would start all over again. No adults anywhere near.
Cyanocitta cristata
Thousands of Blue Jays migrate in flocks along the Great Lakes and Atlantic coasts, but much about their migration remains a mystery. Some are present throughout winter in all parts of their range. Young jays may be more likely to migrate than adults, but many adults also migrate. Some individual jays migrate south one year, stay north the next winter, and then migrate south again the next year. No one has worked out why they migrate when they do.
This male swan was getting very agitated as he felt the family 'next door' were too close to him and his nesting wife. The fact that a fence divided them made no difference as he tried to bite his way through it
Cock Pheasants squaring up to each other although this encounter ended peacefully with just a bit of posturing before one decided to walk away.
Okay I found the Birdie Porn shot-of course mating isn't bad-but this interspecies thing just ain't right!
Happy Birds Behaving Badly Feathery Friday
Photo by my daughter :)
The grass is greener on the other side. Actually there is almost no green grass around since we have not had rain for months!!! Anise checks out the sheep that will keep her company while she's at the farm.
Just spotted the highly unusual and possibly illegal activity of this Stagecoach driver whilst on the move...are we to think that maybe he doesnt want to be photographed...July 11 2013.
Greater Manchester Police has praised the behaviour of visitors to Manchester during a weekend of sport in the city.
On Friday 20 May 2016, the Great City Games saw a number of athletes compete in various events on a purpose-built athletics arena in Albert Square and track on Deansgate.
The following day (21 May 2016) saw Manchester United beat Crystal Palace 2-1 to win the FA Cup at Wembley Stadium, with a number of fans watching the match in public venues throughout Greater Manchester.
The weekend extravaganza concluded on Sunday 22 May 2016 with over 30,000 lining up to take part in the Great Manchester Run before England defeated Turkey 2-1 at the Etihad Stadium in a UEFA Euro 2016 warm-up match in the evening.
The events saw tens of thousands of visitors to the city centre, creating a buzzing and carnival-like atmosphere.
Assistant Chief Constable John O’Hare said: “This has been a fantastic weekend for Manchester and the atmosphere in the city has been superb from start to finish.
“It was great to see so many pictures of smiling faces and people having a good time and I hope everyone who has visited the city this weekend will be going away with some great memories.
“I would like to thank everyone who has played a key role in ensuring that the weekend has been successful.”
For more information about Policing in Greater Manchester please visit www.gmp.police.uk
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You can also call anonymously with information about crime to Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111. Crimestoppers is an independent charity who will not want your name, just your information. Your call will not be traced or recorded and you do not have to go to court or give a statement.
Some really nice visitors to a local reserve including a pair of Redpolls, unfortunately I couldn't get any shots of the female on this occasion.
From their behaviour I was able to anticipate her turning around to kiss him, so I stood there, camera ready and clicked when that happened.
For a long time, I wasn't able to make up my mind whether to keep the picture in colour or black and white. After all, my preference for photos has always been about the colours and lights.
In colour besides the couple the beautiful lights and bokeh in the background would be apparent as well. In black & white, the emphasis on the couple is stronger.
Having gone back and forth between colour and black & white many times, I have finally decided the picture should be all about the couple in their beautiful moment, and not the lights nor colours.
Found on the path near the pond at Woods Mill - really large, are these hornets or queen wasps? What are they doing? Fighting or mating? They did now move much and were not distracted by me standing over them.
ID as European Hornets (Vespa crabro)
"_ I use alcohol or drugs before entering a feared social situation"
_ If I attend a social situation I stay only a certain length of time
_ I'm likely to avoid eye contact
_ I'm likely to set other conditions on attendance such as staying close to certain "safe" people or staying in a certain place
_ I frequently try to distract myself by daydreaming or thinking about other things
Other: _____"
As a white stone draws down the fish
she on the seafloor of the afternoon
draws down men's glances and their cruel wish
for love. Slyly her red lip on the spoon
slips-in a morsel of ice-cream; her hands
white as a milky stone, white submarine
fronds, sink with spread fingers, lean
along the table, carmined at the ends.
A cotton magnate, an important fish
with great eyepouches and a golden mouth
through the frail reefs of furniture swims out
and idling, suspended, stays to watch.
A crustacean old man clamped to his chair
sits coldly near her and might see
her charms through fissures where the eyes should be
or else his teeth are parted in a stare.
Captain on leave, a lean dark mackerel
lies in the offing, turns himself and looks
through currents of sound. The flat-eyed flatfish sucks
on a straw, staring from its repose, laxly.
And gallants in shoals swim up and lag,
circling and passing near the white attraction;
sometimes pausing, opening a conversation:
fish pause so to nibble or tug.
Now the ice-cream is finished,
is paid for. The fish swim off on business:
and she sits alone at the table, a white stone
useless except to a collector, a rich man.
Ring-billed Seagulls. The female is whining & circling the male. I had no idea that he held a present for her!
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