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Ruff (male) in full breeding plumage
The ruff (Calidris pugnax) is a medium-sized wading bird that breeds in marshes and wet meadows across northern Eurasia. This highly gregarious sandpiper is migratory and sometimes forms huge flocks in its winter grounds, which include southern and western Europe, Africa, southern Asia and Australia.
The ruff is a long-necked, pot-bellied bird. This species shows marked sexual dimorphism; the male is much larger than the female (the reeve), and has a breeding plumage that includes brightly coloured head tufts, bare orange facial skin, extensive black on the breast, and the large collar of ornamental feathers that inspired this bird's English name. The female and the non-breeding male have grey-brown upperparts and mainly white underparts. Three differently plumaged types of male, including a rare form that mimics the female, use a variety of strategies to obtain mating opportunities at a lek, and the colourful head and neck feathers are erected as part of the elaborate main courting display. The female has one brood per year and lays four eggs in a well-hidden ground nest, incubating the eggs and rearing the chicks, which are mobile soon after hatching, on her own. Predators of wader chicks and eggs include mammals such as foxes, feral cats and stoats, and birds such as large gulls, corvids and skuas.
The ruff forages in wet grassland and soft mud, probing or searching by sight for edible items. It primarily feeds on insects, especially in the breeding season, but it will consume plant material, including rice and maize, on migration and in winter.
The picture shows a small house that was once painted in a beautiful shade of turquoise, now in a state of disrepair and being consumed by the forces of nature. The house is located in a small town named Puyuhuapi, in the Chilean Patagonia, surrounded by lush greenery and tall trees.
The turquoise paint that once covered the house has faded and cracked, revealing the bare wood beneath. The windows are boarded up and covered in dirt, making it difficult to see inside.
The surrounding grass is overgrown and unkempt, reaching up to the roof of the house. The moisture from the nearby fjord and river and constant rain has caused mold to grow on the walls and roof, giving the house a greenish tinge.
Despite its dilapidated state, there is a certain picturesque charm to the scene. The house seems to blend in with the natural surroundings, becoming one with the lush vegetation that surrounds it. In the background, the misty mountains loom in the distance, adding to the sense of isolation and abandonment.
Overall, the picture portrays a sense of decay and neglect, but also a haunting beauty that can be found in the natural world.
20230502_RX_07423_Lago Rosselot-(Puyuhuapi)
This photo of the blooming Japanese andromeda (also called whitebell bush - why is pretty obvious) is not only (but also) an homage to the great song by Metallica.
I would also like to introduce you to this beautiful evergreen plant (for those who don't know it yet). But be careful not to get too close, because the leaves are poisonous and consuming them can have serious effects, from headaches to vomiting to heart failure. Incidentally, these consequences apply not only to people but also to animals.
However, other than eating it, it is a beautiful plant and I am happy every spring when I see these little bells less than 1 cm long).
And how do I get the curve for my Monday greeting? Difficult ! The lyrics of the song mentioned above aren't any help either, because it's about war and death.
OK. Then I'll try it this way and hope you don't feel unpleasantly affected by it.
Since the bells will toll for each of us sooner or later (hopefully much, much later), I hope that you succeed in remembering what is important and focusing on what enriches you and your lifes.
And of course, as with all my wishes, this doesn't just apply to the coming week.
Dieses Foto der blühenden japanischen Lavendelheide (auch Weißglockenstrauch genannt - warum ist ziemlich offensichtlich) stellt nicht nur (aber auch) eine Homage an den grandiosen Song von Metallica dar.
Außerdem möchte ich Euch (für alle, die sie noch nicht kennen) diese wunderschöne immergrüne Pflanze etwas näher bringen. Doch Achtung, nicht zu nah, denn die Blätter sind giftig und der Genuß kann von Kopfschmerzen über Erbrechen bis Herzversagen schlimme Auswirkungen haben. Diese Folgen gelten im Übrigen nicht nur für Menschen sondern auch Tiere.
Wenn man jedoch vom Verzehr absieht ist es eine wunderschöne Pflanze und ich freue mich jeden Frühling, wenn ich diese kleinen Glöckchen (jedes weniger als 1 cm lang) sehe.
Und wie bekomme ich jetzt die Kurve zu meinem Montagsgruß ? Schwierig ! Der Text des oben genannten Liedes ist da auch keine Hilfe, denn da geht es um Krieg und Tod.
Ok. Dann versuche ich es mal so und hoffe Ihr fühlt Euch davon nicht unangenehm berührt.
Da für jeden von uns früher oder später (hoffentlich viel viel später) die Glocken läuten werden, wünsche ich Euch das es Euch gelingt, Euch das Wesentliche zu besinnen und den Fokus auf das auf das zu lenken, was Euch und Euer Leben bereichert.
Und dies gilt natürlich nicht nur, wie bei all meinen Wünschen, für die kommende Woche.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
May I say a big thank you to all those who have faved and commented on my work, it is all very much appreciated. I do not answer each comment as the time consumed is so great trying to do so. Regards to all, Roy.
Hi, This is my entry for Macro Monday's May 06, 2019 theme four elements. I learned on UTube (where else?) that steel wool will catch on fire if you touch it briefly with the two prongs of a 9 volt battery. The fire spread amazingly well. Not too fast giving us time to snap a decent photo. So since the entry this week one of the four elements... I thought it made a good subject for this week's theme. I also try water droplets which is also posted on my feed, you are welcome to have a look if you want.
Hope you like it this shot.
It is you that I see
When I awake
This vision in my head
As I open up my eyes
For the first time each day
Heart beating so very close
Warm within my soul
It is you that I hear
Each time I listen from my ears
Your voice…so clear
Even in the silent moments
It is you that I taste
At the tip of my tongue
Past beyond my lips
Consuming into one
It is you that I smell
So vividly crisp
The scent of you a reminder
That you are near
It is you that I touch
Feeling your skin
The very layer that envelops me at night
That soft knowing feeling you are there
It is within these senses
That I live and breathe
Knowing that I am alive
Expecting so little in my sustenance
And wanting just a bit of time
Just to be…with you
LFA
Sorry for so many selfies in a row...I haven't been out much lately to get some new shots of things other than myself...
You can easily see who visited my sunflowers the other night. Whilst I appreciate their artistic slime design, I'm not enamoured with the results of their excursion as a lot of the leaves AND flowers have been consumed in Roman feast style. OK, snails and slugs, you win, but I think this might be the last year you will be able to feast like this as I shall be trying slug and snail-resistant plants next year.
An old truck sits in a junk yard and is being consumed by the earth. Soon there will be no trace left.
Cold misty mornings in Sussex this week. I stopped off at Severals Woods near Midhurst on my way to the office. The trees are tall and where they've cleared areas of woodland the light streams in to silhouette the pines.
Local campaigners have fought hard to stop these woods from being consumed into a supersize quarry that had been proposed for the site. Good job too I'd say!
The little egret (Egretta garzetta) is a species of small heron in the family Ardeidae. It is a white bird with a slender black beak, long black legs and, in the western race, yellow feet. As an aquatic bird, it feeds in shallow water and on land, consuming a variety of small creatures. It breeds colonially, often with other species of water birds, making a platform nest of sticks in a tree, bush or reed bed. A clutch of three to five bluish-green eggs is laid and incubated by both parents for about three weeks. The young fledge at about six weeks of age.
Its breeding distribution is in wetlands in warm temperate to tropical parts of Europe, Africa, Asia, and Australia. A successful colonist, its range has gradually expanded north, with stable and self-sustaining populations now present in the United Kingdom
Photographed in the Pantanal, Brazil - From a vehicle, no cover
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From Wikipedia: The cocoi heron (Ardea cocoi) is a species of long-legged wading bird in the heron family Ardeidae found across South America. It has predominantly pale grey plumage with a darker grey crest. A carnivore, it hunts fish and crustaceans in shallow water.
Feeding: This heron feeds primarily on fish over 20 cm (8 in) long; with mammals, amphibians and sometimes insects also being consumed. Fish species consumed include whitemouth croaker, wolf fish, various Leporinus species up to 200 mm long and streaked prochilod. This heron has also been observed to feed on carrion and Callinectes blue crabs. In Colombia, chicks have also been observed being fed predominantly fish and less frequently with amphibians and crustaceans.
The cocoi heron catches prey by striking its head into the water and thrusting its bill to stab downwards. It may also tilt its head downward above the water so that only its bill is immersed. During feeding, the head and neck move rapidly while the body remains immobile. Feeding is usually diurnal and solitary, especially in Argentina, although in Chile, it is considered to be a largely nocturnal feeder, with diurnal roosting taking place in trees overlooking the water. In Venezuela, it has also been seen foraging in large groups. Where feeding is diurnal, there appears to be a peak in feeding activity at noon and a reduction at dusk.
The cocoi heron appears able to use alternative food sources by exploring foraging sites distant from its breeding colonies, since terrestrial rodents and reptiles and marine organisms have been found in the diet of individuals from freshwater colonies. Some colonies also reside near to estuarine coastland and individuals from these colonies are more reliant on marine prey. Foraging individuals often stay near to colonies and colony site choice has been found to be strongly linked to proximity to high-quality foraging habitats. The heron may also sometimes exploit dead whitemouth croaker discarded by recreational fisheries
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Blackcap - Sylvia Atrcapilla (M)
The Eurasian blackcap (Sylvia atricapilla) usually known simply as the blackcap, is a common and widespread typical warbler. It has mainly olive-grey upperparts and pale grey underparts, and differences between the five subspecies are small. Both sexes have a neat coloured cap to the head, black in the male and reddish-brown in the female. The male's typical song is a rich musical warbling, often ending in a loud high-pitched crescendo, but a simpler song is given in some isolated areas, such as valleys in the Alps. The blackcap's closest relative is the garden warbler, which looks quite different but has a similar song.
The blackcap feeds mainly on insects during the breeding season, then switches to fruit in late summer, the change being triggered by an internal biological rhythm. When migrants arrive on their territories they initially take berries, pollen and nectar if there are insufficient insects available, then soon switch to their preferred diet. They mainly pick prey off foliage and twigs, but may occasionally hover, flycatch or feed on the ground. Blackcaps eat a wide range of invertebrate prey, although aphids are particularly important early in the season, and flies, beetles and caterpillars are also taken in large numbers. Small snails are swallowed whole, since the shell is a source of calcium for the bird's eggs. Chicks are mainly fed soft-bodied insects, fruit only being provided if invertebrates are scarce.
In July, the diet switches increasingly to fruit. The protein needed for egg-laying and for the chicks to grow is replaced by fruit sugar which helps the birds to fatten for migration. Aphids are still taken while they are available, since they often contain sugars from the plant sap on which they feed. Blackcaps eat a wide range of small fruit, and squeeze out any seeds on a branch before consuming the pulp. This technique makes them an important propagator of mistletoe. The mistle thrush, which also favours that plant, is less beneficial since it tends to crush the seeds. Although any suitable fruit may be eaten, some have seasonal or local importance; elder makes up a large proportion of the diet of northern birds preparing for migration, and energy-rich olives and lentisc are favoured by blackcaps wintering in the Mediterranean.
The German birds wintering in British gardens rely on provided food, and the major items are bread and fat, each making up around 20% of the diet; one bird survived the whole winter eating only Christmas cake. Fruit is also eaten, notably cotoneaster (41% of the fruit consumed), ivy and honeysuckle, and apple if available. Some birds have learned to take peanuts from feeders. Blackcaps defend good winter food sources in the wild, and at garden feeding stations they repel competitors as large as starlings and blackbirds. Birds occasionally become tame enough to feed from the hand.
Aristotle, in his History of Animals, considered that the garden warbler eventually metamorphosed into a blackcap. The blackcap's song has led to it being described as the "mock nightingale" or "country nightingale", and John Clare, in "The March Nightingale" describes the listener as believing that the rarer species has arrived prematurely. "He stops his own and thinks the nightingale/Hath of her monthly reckoning counted wrong". The song is also the topic of Italian poet Giovanni Pascoli's "La Capinera" [The Blackcap].
Giovanni Verga's 1871 novel Storia di una capinera, according to its author, was inspired by a story of a blackcap trapped and caged by children. The bird, silent and pining for its lost freedom, eventually dies. In the book, a nun evacuated from her convent by cholera falls in love with a family friend, only to have to return to her confinement when the disease wanes. The novel was adapted as films of the same name in 1917, 1943 and 1993. The last version was directed by Franco Zeffirelli, and its English-language version was retitled as Sparrow. In Saint François d'Assise, an opera by Messiaen, the orchestration is based on bird song. St Francis himself is represented by the blackcap.
Folk names for the blackcap often refer to its most obvious plumage feature (black-headed peggy, King Harry black cap and coal hoodie) or to its song, as in the "nightingale" names above. Other old names are based on its choice of nesting material (Jack Straw, hay bird, hay chat and hay Jack). There is a tradition of the Royal Navy's Fleet Air Arm bases being named for birds. A former base near Stretton in Cheshire was called HMS Blackcap.
Population:
UK breeding:
1,200,000 territories
UK wintering:
3,000 bird
Narciso
www.treccani.it/enciclopedia/narciso/
"(gr. Νάρκισσος) Mitico figlio di Cefiso e della ninfa Liriope; insensibile all’amore, non ricambiò la travolgente passione di Eco, per cui fu punito dalla dea Nemesi che lo fece innamorare della propria immagine riflessa in una fonte; morì consumato da questa vana passione, trasformandosi nel fiore omonimo. Il mito è narrato da Ovidio ed è argomento frequente di pitture pompeiane."
Interessante tutto l'articolo dell'Enciclopedia Treccani.
I nostri cani sono tutti così, sono banalissimi quattrozampe da canile, ma si credono tutti Narcisi, sempre a guardarsi allo specchio stanno. :-)
"(gr. Νάρκισσος) Mythical son of Cephisus and the nymph Liriope; insensitive to love, he did not reciprocate the overwhelming passion of Echo, for which he was punished by the goddess Nemesis who made him fall in love with his own image reflected in a source; he died consumed by this vain passion, transforming into the flower of the same name. The myth is narrated by Ovid and is a frequent subject of Pompeian paintings."
The entire article in the Treccani Encyclopedia is interesting.
Our dogs are all like this, they are very banal four-legged dogs from the shelter, but they all think they are Narcissus, they are always looking at themselves in the mirror. :-)
Hi dear Flickr friends,
this creation looks surely as if I would had smoked some strange stuff. But in fact I never consumed drugs but I love colors and I love my filters so a new Lee graduated blue filter in 150x170mm and a red one. Both I can use in front of my Sony FE 4/ 12-24G with a special filter holder. The FE 4/ 12-24G is a wonderful lens with an excellent quality. I use it from time to time on my Alpha 7 or the Alpha 7R2. On this photo it was a combination of a Rollei ND1000 (150x150mm) and the two graduated filters in red and blue. Tastes are different, of course, but I'm in love with this crazy colors! :)))
Regards, Yarin
Location: Neuhausen/ Rhinefall, Switzerland.
A nice afterwork bike tour. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, I was one with the world after my work and tax declaration. At the highest level of my happiness I made a somersault from my bike. Damn luck. Daydreams...
A tree growing through the grave and headstone of a soldier from the 1800's. Taken at Myrtle Hill Cemetery in Rome, GA.
'Life in an Alpine Meadow'
An eclectic collection of macro and close-up images from our recent trip to the Western Tyrol region of Austria, where I was able to spend time photographing subjects that I would normally ignore and experimenting with different techniques that I haven't tried at home. Rather than letting these photos 'gather dust' on a hard-drive, I thought I'd make a Flickr album as a useful reminder for when we return next year.
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This first photo of an ant foraging deep inside the throat of a Trumpet Gentian [Gentiana acaulis] is a classic example of a situation where you need plenty of time. Getting in close with a macro lens was pretty straightforward, but locating a suitable plant, finding the right angle with the sun and blurring out the stamen with a wide aperture was time consuming. After achieving some pleasing results it was then a case of finding a flower that was occupied. Most were, but by tiny springtails that you could hardly see, so it was a case of looking for something a bit bigger like an ant. The problem though was that the ant spent most of the time with its head buried inside gathering nectar. As a point of interest, the trumpets on these plants are probably around 60mm or 70mm deep so to achieve full magnification my lens had to be very close to the front of the flower, which is why the angle was so critical to avoid shadow. Next time I may try experimenting with a flash or possibly even trying to backlight, but in the meantime this image provides a reminder of what I managed to achieve on this trip.
@ Fantasy Faire: Sialdor ~ April 20 - May 7
To be cursed by a wisp of this nature is to be slowly consumed by it's ever-hungry flame. Such a curse transforms your body into a wax candle, ready to be the next vessel for the devious spout of fire.
These wax candle head replacements are rigged, but the animated flame itself is not! It can be moved, resized or otherwise changed however you like. The included HUD has 19 flame colors to choose from, all of which have a matching light emitted glow preset.
The candle is sold in color packs, each having 5 wax colors! The metallic color pack is our Relay For Life donation, so 100% of the proceeds for buying this pack go to charity.
Fits:
• Legacy F / M
• Belleza Freya / Jake
• Maitreya
• eReborn
Mod / Copy / No Trans
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Visit this location at Kingdom of Hallowgate (Dark Fantasy RP, No Meters) in Second Life
NOW OPEN- A kingdom slowly fallen into the grips of the Sanctum. Will you to be consumed by the darkness , or do you have the strength to fight?
Demons, undead, human, vampire, nightmares, death, werewolf, possession, fallen, beast, tavern, minotaur.
Clouds loom above with tumultuous thunder,
Waves threaten to wipe my soul assunder;
I dream of life, hope, and love,
Consumed by jealousy of the gracefull dove;
Cold, fear & loneliness in me while I'm drowning.
I choke on a dense, evil fog filling the air,
Fighting thrashing waters, "It's not fair";
I've been left here to suffer and die,
"Why does this storm torment me?" I cry;
Cold, fear & loneliness in me while I'm drowning.
Blood runs through my viens frozen cold,
I'll never be loved, or so I was told;
"Alas, they're brilliant. It must be true",
I cease all struggle, lips turn blue;
Cold, fear & loneliness was in me while I drowned.
(Drowning by looser05)
www.quizilla.com/poems/1196877/drowning-poem-please-read
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It's raining Cats and Dogs as a downpour consumes Q216 as it passes the Dry Run signals just west of Martinsburg, WV on July 3rd, 2012
I'd love to hear your interpretations on this one. I'd tell you what ideas I was intending to explore, but that'd spoil the mystery. Thank you for all of your kind words for this year's pieces so far.
Hope you're all well. When I'm not working or playing with Lucy, I've been spending my days binge watching Sherlock.
Somewhere in the coastal jungle of Northern California, in Sonoma County, there is a corrugated steel building, abandoned for years and now nearly consumed by vines and mosses and lichens of various kinds and colors.
In places it's coming apart. Certain walls facing the dampness of the coast have collected a patina of green. One wall seems to be missing completely - if it was ever there.
Jaisalmer, nicknamed "The Golden city", is a town in the Indian state of Rajasthan. It is a World Heritage Site. The town stands on a ridge of yellowish sandstone, crowned by a fort, which contains the palace and several ornate Jain temples. Many of the houses and temples are finely sculptured.
While Jaisalmer may always have been remote, it is filled with many artistic structures and monuments of local historical importance. Jaisalmer's medieval mud fortress and walled township make it a popular tourist destination. The surrounding desolate landscape evidences a stark, austere beauty. Camel safaris through the nearby desert dunes are popular with tourists; competition for business is fierce. Prices range wildly and one has to bargain for everything, hotel rates included. Jaisalmer is known for huge mark-ups which range between 400% to 500% depending on the product. So buying shawls, carpets, jewelry etc. can be a very time consuming and nerve rattling experience. A few quiet days spent wandering around the town and the surrounding desert can be a wonderful way of unwinding from the chaos of larger Indian cities.