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Pyrrhocoris apterus (Pyrrhocoridae)
Feuerwanzen
Frühlingsgefühle bei den Feuerwanzen …
firebugs
Firebugs got spring fever …
Last full day in Albarracín.
I am writing this in the hotel waiting for Jools to return from her trip to some hot springs. I have been huting butterflies once again, and although no new species for me today, lots seen and another 300 shots taken.
We do the usual stuff before going down the 500 steps to breakfast, where there is the usual rolls, yogurt, cakes and cold meats and cheese. And coffee.
Back up to the room for last minute preparations, Jools leaves at nine as the springs were about a two hour drive away, and we meet up at the buses at half nine, all ready for the half hour trip to the first stop.
Cañón de los Arcos is a beauty spot. And a fine canyon winding back into the mountains, all carved by a small stream. Before the cayon closes in, there are a few meadows, and on those should be the butterflies.
I say should be, because it would seem Spanish butterflies like their kip, and didn't really start appearing until half eleven, when we had just half an hour before we moved on.
But there was the canyon to explore, and look at the flowers and other plants. Above us over 30 Griffin Vultures circled, it now warm enough for them ride thermals, and just above the cliffs, several Chouffs squawked and flapped the morning away.
A few other visitors were there too, but for the most part, it was just our party stretched out along the path through and into the canyon.
I suppose we got a bit used to spectacular settings and landscapes, but the sheer rock faces and views opening up as I pressed in into the canyon were a wonder for the eyes, and also be out of earshot of other people.
The next two stops were revisits as they had been so fruitful, the first a 20 minute drive to the dried up river valley, where we hoped to see more Large Tortoiseshells.
I had the joy of sitting in the front passenger seat whilst Dave drove, so had views of the rolling countryside and picturesque villages we went through, it also kept Gillian quiet ias she was in the seats behind, though she did try to complain about most things.
We parked in the valley, had lunch of salads! roughage!
Then we went off, with me offering to show Gillian where I saw the Large Torties, as she had never seen them before. We ambled up the track and sat waiting for 45 minutes, but none came down from the treetops.
However, on the walk back, a single one was perched at the top of a rock face, and on occasion, sunlight would glint off its wings. Other had seen it land, so we know it was on, so in the world of flutterbies it counts as a species tick.
Next up was a quiet lay by we had been to on Monday, hoping to see a repeat of the Sooty Orange Tip action. As we climbed out of the bus, on of the Japanese guests realised she had lost her bag at the previous site, and it contained her passport! So Dave took her back so they could rescue it, which they did as the valley is so unvisited.
We milled around, but no repeat of the excitement, but more shots taken anyway.
And that was it for another day. Another 12,000 steps done, and more hot and bothered than on previous days. Just glad to get back on the bus one last time for the 15 mile drive back to the hotel.
Jools got back to the hotel at half seven, so I missed the de-brief. I have also lost the check sheet, so for the most art, no idea what I am photographing.
No change there.
So, at eight, we walk down to the restaurant to wait for the rest of the group, where we have our last dinner in the town, and as a treat the owners supply us with home made flavoured liqueurs that flowed well into the night.
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This common European bug is on the northernmost edge of its range in Britain and is the sole member of its family to occur here. A very distinctive species which should be unmistakeable; be sure to rule out Corizus hyoscyami which is superficially similar. Usually brachypterous in Britain, but macropterous adults have recently been recorded.
Historically very rare and known only from a single Devon population, but many other colonies have been recently reported from Surrey, Sussex, Essex, Suffolk, Kent and Bedfordshire, most of which are probably the result of accidental introductions. The appearance of macropterous individuals capable of flight may allow the species to spread here much more effectively in the future.
Usually associated with Tree Mallow and lime trees, feeding on the fruits. It forms dense and conspicuous aggregations in the spring, prior to mating.
Adult: All year
Length 8.5-10 mm
www.britishbugs.org.uk/heteroptera/Pyrrhocoridae/p_apteru...
Sunbathing Firebugs / Feuerwanzen (Pyrrhocoridae)
One week ago in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
Have a wonderful weekend !
so i finally finished this painting--it was so freaking huge, my computer crashed several times but it was a request from a friend of mine which ask me to do the portrait of one of his friends and with one of his own portraits, as a birthday present, i dont know anything about the guy but i kinda made up a pretty fucked up personality for him (dunno if it could be as the real one), kind of a badass, always waiting to mentally abuse of someone, always waiting to get himself a little laughing time, such a nice guy =)
photoshop cs4
reference photo used for the face but not for the firebugs
textures from cgtextures
www.flickr.com/photos/guillermoch/3648686354/in/set-72157...
Building 9 is all that is left of the Toronto Kodak Plant. It is slated to be restored.
It once housed the staff cafeteria, gym, theatre and darkrooms. It has been over run by vandals and firebugs.
An Otago firebug who loved to torch farmers’ stacks of wheat went unpunished on 16 October 1864 after a jury of 12 men admitted that they had no idea who was causing mayhem in the district.
This was the subject of a coroner’s inquest. It is a little known fact that coroners once investigated destruction of buildings when no one actually died, but it’s rare to find a full coroner’s jury empanelled to investigate the destruction of a crop. They weren’t up to the task and the Queenstown coroner found that “some person to the Jurors unknown feloniously, wilfully and maliciously did set fire to the said stacks belonging to the said Thomas MacIntyre.”
The foreman added: “the Jury deplore the frequency of fire in the district and refer the matter to the Provincial Government.”
It is not recorded what happened next – did the firebug quit while he was ahead or did the crops continue to burn?
Shown here is part of MacIntryre’s statement to the Coroner.
J1 156 bp 1874/1411
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Botanischer Garten Darmstadt: Gemeine Feuerwanze - Pyrrhocoris apterus - auf Seidenpflanze/Seidenblume - Asclepias curassavica; firebug on Asclepias curassavica
Tall Ships, pre-gig at Firebug, Leicester, UK.
Strobist: 2x Canon 580EX II, one with brolly, one without. You can see their position from the shadows. Triggered via PWs.
A bunch of firebugs on an old railway sleeper. All of them nicely decided to pose for me, but just as I took the shot one of them decided to run away.
Pyrrhocoris apterus
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- remember? you used to be the firebug. now you're the pollen bug.
-yeah, you know what else I used to be? i used to be king of the little kids.
-you were?
- no, I wasn't really, that was someone else.
- what is king of the little kids?
- everyone knows what king of the little kids is. king of the little kids is that big kid, that bigger kid that runs around with a bunch of little kids…for them to do his bidding. king of the little kids in st. helens was son of the postmaster...but...I really was the real firebug.
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