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Well, I just had to run to grab my camera, when I opend the curtains of my upstairs bedroom window to wake my wife. The little Fairy wren was flying in and out of the shrub, perching briefly, on various locations, just long enough to snatch some photos. It seems to be a very hyperactive little bird, to the point that of all photos taken, this morning, one was blurred, though 1/1000sec Shutter Speed was used.
I captured many nice photos, but I liked this one best, because he was spreading his tail to show off to his mate or possibly ward off competition or possible predators.
Got to get lucky.
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Coal Tit / periparus ater. Calke Park, Derbyshire. 30/01/16.
Sitting in the sidelines and waiting for the coast to clear. Typical behaviour of the Coal Tit around mass feeding situations.
Best viewed large.
Dunlin / calidris alpina. Titchwell, Norfolk. 23/10/21.
A juvenile Dunlin taking the briefest of rests at the edge of a mud spit. Up until this moment, it had been part of a small mixed age flock - all focussed on feeding, all hyperactive.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
Goldcrests Regulus regulus are hyperactive birds that are pretty hard to make decent photos of. This bird was feeding in the garden Oak together with tits and other Goldcrests. Bergen, western Norway 23 October 2017.
I hadn't seen Sethi in a while but this morning he suddenly showed up on my porch and I used the occasion to take a few photos. We had had a thunderstorm in the night and it was still cloudy and quite dark. Sethi was hyperactive as usual and rarely sat still for a second. :)
This is not amazing, technically , I know. You have to understand, trying to photograph an hyperactive puppy, while he's trying to bite your nose, it's not the easiest thing haha. I'm in love with his expression though, I couldn't let this one go.
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// LOG 63.1: Rho Cortack IV - Pre Mission Check \\
This mission felt different, it felt weird.
Usually before a mission I felt antsy, excited, hyperactivity usually would creep it’s way into my body. But this was different, my armor felt heavier, denser, but no more protective. It felt like a burden. But I had no reason to feel this way, the hard plastoid would save me on multiple occasions every mission, whether from blades, blaster bolts or the elements.
I shrugged the feeling off, thinking it was a product of the new gear. The boys were getting dressed up, everyone grabbing their own gear and organizing their own divisions. My command had expanded for this mission, promoted directly up 3 ranks, I had well over 10 times more men to keep my eye on. To take some responsibility off my shoulders I had designated roles to my closest brothers, Pharaoh and Titan, assigning them to create two divisions.
Looking out across the hangar I could see that my predictions were correct. Titan polished and wiped down a brand new modified Z6 rotaty cannon surely starting a heavy division. While Pharaoh as promised was taking after myself by donning a jetpack and tossing fuel canisters to some ARFs. He then picked up his new ARF helmet, inscribed with the symbol of his first assignment, for old times sake he said.
The symbol brought my attention back to my lap. Where my chest plate lay face up. I was inscribing and painting my previous master’s symbol, a Shyyyo bird.
Coming from a half spiritual, half warrior species, Master Kailon was labeled “Shyyyo” by the females of his village. Choosing the massive bird because of it’s massive migrations. But was labeled smaller birds like convor and nuna by the males who saw him as weak for exploring instead of training. When he joined the Jedi he embraced the massive Shyyyo bird as his symbol, painting it on his shoulder armor in purple paint, made from jogan fruit he often bought. A reminder of his family, good and bad.
The bird was painted in red on my chestplate to honor his memory. An ancient mandalorian code labelled red as the color of respect and honor for a past mentor or leader. It was perfect.
Donning my new chestplate, helmet and fancy DC-17s in my belt holsters I stood to stretch. Too feel the new armor out. Hearing stomping feet and the common sound of soldiers snapping to attention, I turned # to see a hangar full of soldiers, engineers, pilots, brothers.
A truly breathtaking sight to behold, such a large audience at your command. Poised to hear your next word. Ready for any order. These men were bred for war, and I was going to show the exactly that.
// LOG 63.5: Rho Cortack IV: Enemy Contact \\
After dropping sub atmosphere, we glided through dense clouds, leaving the previous blaster fire of the space skirmish, we had safely made it planet side.
Emerging from the dense clouds I could see my Battalion spread out in dozens of gunships, all diving down to the surface. Then suddenly multiple exploded into black fireballs of smoke. Increasing their speed towards the surface. Multiple gunships plummeted below. Scorching the rock in black ash and craters.
Every ship was a dozen or more men, I felt a twinge of a sharp pain every impact and the heavy feeling returned. Clouding my thoughts, I winced at the doubts and the visions of mass injury and lifeless bodies.
// LOG 63.5: Rho Cortack IV - Surface Contact \\
At least half the LAATs had made it to the surface intact, landing on the front, we joined the rest of the 253rd in stone trenches, jumping in and double checking casualties and weapons.
I jumped into a trench with some of Vornsk Company, they were trailing there own commander and general who had led one of the first pushes. They advised to sty low, and there advice was backed by the volley of continuous red beams above our helmets. We were stuck.
I asked over comms for Sergeant Sparrow, curious what was left of his squad or him. He responded quickly.
“Our gunship took slight damage sir, we were forced to make an early landing. We are on the ridge two clicks south west of the main force sir, what do you advise?”
Glancing behind us, my thermal vision located the burning ship, as well as various bodies. “Do you have sight lines on anything in front of us?” A sharp flash of light temporarily blinded the thermal sensors. Sparrow’s squad had their rifles out and were aimed on our position.
“Yes sir. We can see you and the enemies front line.”
“What do you see?”
“Droids sir, so many droids. They have turret emplacements that seem to be holding down the majority of our forces.”
“Manned turrets?”
“Yes sir.”
“Blast them on my command, we’re breaching that line.”
“We’ll be ready sir.”
I contacted a sergeant of Vornsk Company, informing them of the plan. We would surprise the droids by taking out their turrets and rushing their trenches.
I slowly reached behind my helmet, peering over the edge of the trench and quickly tapped the plastoid covering twice.
“THWACK—THWACK—THWACK”
Before I could finish the second tap, blue beams darted across the battlefield as the red beams slowed.
Raising my vibrojato above my head I yelled
“FOR THE REPUBLIC!!!”
As I stepped above the edge of the trench and charged forward, troopers rose all around me in synch and charged as one. Returning my call.
“For Tal’Akaata!! For the Republic!!”
// LOG 63.12: Rho Cortack IV - New Separatist Toy \\
We had been pacing through the separatist’s corridors and mining facilities for what felt like a rotation or more. I had joined the heavy troops for the time being, accompanying Titan and the majority of Blood Battalion. Joined by 2 troopers from the recon division to scout ahead.
In that moment, one of them yelled back towards us. Sergeant Spectre and an ARF trooper he brought with him had been up ahead for a little while now, searching the expansive system of caverns for more droids or as they called trandoshans, ‘wets.’
“Sir! We have a few wets up here, you are clear to enter the cavern.”
Titan’s grimace could be felt from underneath his helmet. I nodded in agreement “We are on our way, but next time please call em organics or lizards.” They had learned this new lingo from squad leader Weeper and his new commando team. It seemed to catch on in the recon division at least, probably promoted by Pharaoh to get under Titan’s skin.
“Yes sir. 2 or 3 organics in here commander. Be careful of the heavy machinery.”
Reaching the last set of blast doors, they whirred open and revealed a massive open corridor perched on the side of the ravine. Covered in mechanics and cylindrical storage pods, the cavern seemed void of movement or life, besides the faint glow of the local fauna. Blasted fungi, covering bits of everything, the stuff smelled as bad as bantha poodoo.
The boys and I crept our way into the large interior, scoping mechanics and scanning every corner and crevice of the large hangar like room.
“CLACK, CLCK—SHHKK”
A large switch slammed downward and the room’s lights flickered out. Leaving only a faint light emitting from each cluster of fungi.
“Agh—unghh, ahkk!”
A struggle could be heard faintly in the distance. The sound of a clone smacking metal rang throughout the cavern, the rattling echoed throughout the ravine.
“Activate thermal vision boys.” I commanded as whirring mechanisms replaced the sounds of struggle.
Through my visor the body of a clone could be seen slumped against the cavern’s wall. Limp and heat quickly fading from the clone’s body. Turning blue and fading into the darkness around him. As that clone faded, another clone seemed to levitate into the air. Squirming and beating something in front of him with his fist while holding his throat with the other. He rose slowly as if being force choked. Without any thermal readings around the trooper there was no other explanation.
As the heat began to fade from the second clone, a small thermal reading slowly revealed itself. A small sensor, like that on a B2 battle droid, it became the only thing visual on our sensors.
“Thermals off, turn your flashlights on!”
The whirring subsided and beams of light canvassed the hall in white light. Before us stood a towering guardian, as if sculpted out of metal and cortosis. The massive figure rose higher in front of us, focusing it’s single red sensor on myself.
A droid. Taller, stronger... stranger than we had ever seen before. Clad in strange armor from head to toe, boasting massive arms and a second smaller set. It was enough to make a clone run and hide, but not the Blood Battalion.
Titan pulled a DC-17s from one of my holsters and fired a single shot down the corridor. Lighting the corridor’s walls in a red hue, the laser struck the droids central sensor. But instead of scorching the metal or melting through the hard exterior, the bolt simply diffused on contact, disappearing as soon as it had been fired.
He placed the pistol back in my utility belt and a gulp was audible under that plastoid shell and toughened facade. He pulled his rotary cannon from his back and planted his feet readying himself. Then letting the barrel rotate faster and faster before raining hell on this hellish opponent.
This fantastic mite was actually found last February scurrying about a Phidippus audax's silken home where I suspect it was feeding on nearby elongated springtails. This little guy was an absolute pain to shoot - although I eventually managed a 5-shot stack of this hyperactive (yet obviously occasionally cooperative) beauty. The image is a severe crop from the Venus 60mm 2:1 macro on a full set of extension tubes - yielding ~4-5:1 magnification.
I was initially stumped as to what the hell he/she was, but after a bit of hunting - discovered the mite belonged to the genus Erythracarus. Long story short, I had our lab request the revision of the genus - only to be amazed that the paper had been written by Jurgen "Peacock Spiderman" Otto! Within hours, Otto himself commented on my post and identified my mite as "Erythracarus pyrrholeucus". Small world!
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• silence •
This was a hard theme, to be honest. I’m such a loud person, so talkative and noisy, that silence isn’t something I’m super familiar with. As I thought about it, I decided to go around the word in a different way; to try to portray the things that bring me silence, that bring me a much needed pause in this hyperactive brain of mine.
I’m an anxious person, I’ve always been, and most of the time, the anxiety comes as this noise in my head, this abundance of words and concepts and ideas and things that both terrify me and inspire me. And in the past few years I’ve come to realize that the one thing that makes everything go away, that makes everything around me quiet down, is to photograph. I may be incredibly nervous before I start a wedding, but the moment I take the first photo, something in me goes still. The weight of the camera in my hands, the eye half closed while the other stares into the viewfinder, the straightening of the back and the easy, calm breaths — they’re my place of solace.
What are your places of solace? What brings you the quietude you need to face the world?
[Disclaimer: the next three photos will likely only be posted after the 11th of March. From Friday on, M and I are taking trains across Europe, doing a week of Ski (god, wish me luck) and coming back by train again. We won’t have photoshop on the computer we’re bringing, so editing is out of the question. So I’ll see you soon! :) ]
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My brother and his wife's dog Tye. A hyperactive border collie that is insanely jealous of my brother's new baby, and just wants everyone to drop everything to play frisbee. ALL the time.
These fearless and feisty little squirrels are fun to have around, but can be a bit hard on birdfeeders, suet cakes, etc. with their hyperactive behavior of chewing up everything, whether it’s edible or not. When I shoo them off the deck, they shoot up the nearest tree, balance on a skinny branch and proceed to berate me for my rudeness. Their chirping, chirring and scolding practically vibrates them right off their perch! Texture by Boccacino.
Explore 01/09/12, #106.
Again with those cutsey lambs... I just couldn't resist. There's a whole gang of these guys on a local farm who spend most of their time trying to keep up with their hyperactive leader.
Well, I have imaginary state of hyperactivity in my brain for this morning.
Usually sweet things make my brain release endorphins and dopamine. I feel mild sense of euphoria and happiness after consuming chocolates and a cup of bitter coffee.
European Treecreeper (Certhia familiaris).
A close-up view of this hyperactive wee bird. In fact the bird was too close resulting in this tight composition when I stepped back it moved on!
Image taken at ISO 1600 due to typically poor Scottish winter light!
Framed by a friend.
Jama Masjid:
Surrounded by a hyperactive Delhi-6, the Jama Masjid compound is unbelievably serene. Only the pigeons lovingly fed in the compound can take this calm for granted and break it with one synchronized motion of dpreading their wings and taking flight. The fluttering of their wings is like a symphony, a Sufi offering to allah, their protector.
Just Letting you know: I am not Allowing anyone to use this Picture, beacuse this is really Me! Thank you!
1. I am from Slovakia! (Europe)
2. I have glesses (But I dont like to wear them)
3. I am 12 years old, but Everybody thinks that I am 15 because...
4. I am REALLY Tall!
5. Sometimes, I am very Hyperactive XD
6. I am Afraid of SNAILS!!! (LOL)
7. I hate Doctors and Blood!
8. I believe in ghosts...
9. Sometimes, I am afraid to sleep, because I am afraid of Dark!
10. I am a TV maniac!!! XD
11. I love Romantic Movies... Like Titanic!
12. Also, I love Tim Burton Movies!
13. I like Opera... (LOL!)
14. I like Gothic Music!
15. I LOVE NIGHTWISH AND EVANESCENCE! (Bands)
16. I would like to know how to play a guitar!
17. I love Drawing and writing stories! I am working on my own comics! ^_^
18. I love Books by Jacqueline Wilson!
19. I am a Sleepwalker! (LOL!)
20. I love Crazy and Funky Clothes! Thats my style! XD
21. First time, I kissed a boy when i was 7 years old!
22. I do not smoke! I had only one cigarette in my life, because I had to STOP! -_-
23. I do not drink Alcohol!
24. I do not take Drugs!
And The Last Thing...
25. I LOVE NOODLES! XD
This little beauty is found throughout North America, but they're usually flitting through the high canopy, and are exceedingly difficult to photograph. This one, however, has paused in the pond area, and is checking out the surroundings before dropping down to the water level to drink or bathe. The size and unique wing bars are good clues. The yellow edging on the flight feathers is also a feature to note. The red cap, if visible indicates a male. The behavior also helps with the ID... these birds are unusually hyperactive, and seldom pause for a studied photo shot.
IMG_5342; Ruby-crowned Kinglet
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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Tarakia is usually described unfavourably as reckless, hyperactive or short-tempered. She always seems to be the first to jump into combat, never waiting to listen for direction or a plan. However this couldn't be further from the truth; utilizing her psychic communication powers, the Toa Hukia are constantly linked together and able to work perfectly as a team. Tarakia is also the group's weapons expert and interrogator. Owing to her fearsome reputation, few enemies can hide secrets from her.
Primary Colour: Blue
Element: Psionics
Favourite Environment: Deep within the cold sea of combat.
Masks: Gold Plated Mask of Focus
Powers: Mind control and Electric Sensory Perception
Primary Weapon: Twin Pulse Blades
Secondary Weapon: Ornate Dagger crafted from a Takea Nui tooth
Signature moves: Ruki Frenzy and Takeanado!
Key Traits: Lives life by the second, possesses sharp mind and an even sharper bite. Sometimes impatient, and has difficulty staying still.
A butterfly easily confused with the Pygmy Skipper. Both are small and hyperactive, I have just been trying to finish with butterfly ID from our trip to Samos in September
This peaceful Spotted Dove probably felt quite outnumbered by the flock of noisy and hyperactive Red Wattlebirds in the area for bath-time.
Finally the sun warmed us up today after a very cold start, which brought out the hyperactive birds, which were even more so.
Catalina Foothills, Tucson, AZ
12-15-15
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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Coal Tit / periparus ater. Calke Park, Derbyshire. 31/01/22.
'ARRIVED IN A FLASH - GONE IN A FLASH.'
Based on my experiences after several visits to Calke Park this year, there seem to be very few Coal Tits frequenting the feeding stations. The one or two I saw behaved in their typical hyperactive way - suddenly zooming in from nowhere, then gone again in a flash.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
killer whales can be very active and demonstrative in the offshore waters of the Crozet islands
see also www.flickr.com/photos/paultixier/4519815275/in/set-721576...
In case you're hyperactive, there's a kiwi solution for you :
First, find yourself a nice glacier and a pickaxe.
Second, start digging your way in.
When you're finally exausted, you made it, it's time to get back home.
An entry for the weekly themed photo comp, this weeks theme = Circle sweets.
Take 4 mentos (circular sweets),
1 bottle of diet coke (circular-ish and very sweet)
1 home-made loading tube (3 dimensional circle)
1 large car park (ok, that was more like a rectangular shape)
and a hyperactive, if unsuspecting, child.
Stand back and snap away.......
It's always a challenge trying to get a decent shot of these hyperactive little birds. Taken at Lake Lotus Park in Altamonte Springs, FL.
Starlings from Europe were introduced for insect control to North America, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand, and are still spreading at 22 km/year in Argentina. They have iridescent purple and green feathers tipped with white spots, but appear black at a distance. Large flocks roost communally at traditional sites, spreading out to pasture and urban feeding grounds each day. One of the commonest garden birds, starlings are easily recognised by their noisy, hyperactive behaviour. They are resident throughout New Zealand on open country, including most offshore islands.
If you come across a noisy, hyperactive little bird with bold white eyebrows, flicking its long tail as it hops from branch to branch, you may have spotted a Bewick’s Wren. These master vocalists belt out a string of short whistles, warbles, burrs, and trills to attract mates and defend their territory, or scold visitors with raspy calls. Bewick’s Wrens are still fairly common in much of western North America, but they have virtually disappeared from the East….. Bewick’s Wrens are medium-sized wrens with a slender body and a strikingly long tail often held upright. They have slender, long bills that are slightly downcurved….. Bewick’s Wrens cock their long tails up over their backs, often flicking their tails from side to side or fanning them as they skulk through tangles of branches and leaves searching for insects. During breeding season, males sing vigorously from prominent perches….. Bewick’s Wrens favor dry brushy areas, chaparral, scrub, thickets in open country, and open woodlands near rivers and streams. They are at home in gardens, residential areas, and parks in cities and suburbs.”
Status : Least Concern
Source : Cornell University Lab of Ornithology.
Brown Acres – Jackson County – Oregon - USA
I captured this shot in very late afternoon light near Redding California, USA near the end of a very spring-like day in January. These two pairs of mallard ducks had just lifted off from the small reservoir on a ranch owned by some family members, presumably having something to do with the hyperactive golden retriever my son and I had just brought to the pond for exercise. I like the way the low angle light, slightly behind and toward the front of the birds, played off their feathers as they lifted in to the blue.
Human attention is an amazing phenomenon! It can be taken away, distracted for a while, concentrated on the unimportant or collected in a beam ... It can be scattered. We live in a time when there is a phenomenon such as Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). While psychologists and other specialists are trying to answer many questions related to it, some see IT as an opportunity ...
In photography, this can also be used for good. How? It is only necessary to ask the CORRECT QUESTION!
#listenwave #asktherightquestions #sigma #foveon #streetphotography #sepiaphotography #architecture #munich #onemomentintime #travel #journey
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ListenwavePhotography
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What does not matter ?😜
1.What to photograph - Camera. 📷📱
2.Where to photograph - Place. 🌋
3.When to photograph -Time.🌅🌄
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What is important ?😎
1.Study and tune the camera. 👨🔧
2.Learn where you are going.
3.Study the lighting at different times.🌞🌚
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What's the secret?♀️
1.Feel the instrument, hear what it says. 🙏
2.Feel the atmosphere of the place, catch the wave. 🌊
3.Switch on .Catch the moment!⚡️
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What to photograph?
✨Finding the observer, comes awareness!✨
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The Twins of Teridax discovered this devious creature while leaving the Makutas guarded sanctuary, they quickly took a liking to this hyperactive mechanical crustacean, they even have the same stare, it's like they were meant to be.
TIME FOR CRAB
An extremely hyperactive ladybird which I rescued from the compost bag. Much more interested in running up and down my fingers while I tried to place it on the grass flowers; a place of safety away from my secateurs! It was joined by a second, not quite as dark coloured ladybird, but just as hyperactive. They both ended up on the soil and climbed over the crocus leaves and flower buds and I gave up trying to replace them on the grass!
Explore:Feb 13, 2009 # 7
La Coca-Cola (anche nota come Coke soprattutto negli Stati Uniti o semplicemente come Coca in Italia) è una bibita industriale analcolica, alla quale il caramello che vi è contenuto conferisce un colore scuro.
La bibita, che è la più venduta al mondo, deve il suo nome al fatto che nella sua ricetta sono tutt'ora impiegati, tra le altre sostanze, estratti provenienti dalle noci di cola ed estratti dalle foglie della pianta di coca, privati delle sostanze (alcaloidi) psicotrope.
Con lo stesso nome viene spesso indicata anche la casa produttrice della bevanda, la The Coca-Cola Company.
Fu inventata dal farmacista statunitense John Stith Pemberton l'8 maggio 1886 ad Atlanta, inizialmente come rimedio per il mal di testa. Il primo nome che venne dato alla bevanda fu "Pemberton's French Wine Coca". Quella di Pemberton era una variazione del cosiddetto "vino di coca" (o Vin Mariani), una miscela di vino e foglie di coca che aveva avuto largo successo in Europa quando era stata creata dal farmacista còrso Angelo Mariani. All'alcol venne sostituito un estratto delle noci di cola, una pianta tropicale reputata non dannosa per la salute. Dall'uso combinato dei due ingredienti principali, la coca e la cola, la bibita acquisì il nome attuale. Quando anche la coca venne bandita (dalla pianta si estrae infatti la cocaina), venne scartato l'alcaloide dagli estratti dalle foglie di coca, mentre la cola (in noci) continuò a essere utilizzata come fonte di caffeina.
Nonostante la scoperta, Pemberton accumulò forti debiti e per appena 550 dollari vendette formula e diritti della Coca-Cola ad Asa Candler, uomo d'affari che aveva intuito il potenziale della bevanda e compreso l'importanza della pubblicità per diffonderla e per sbaragliare la concorrenza.
Dopo la quotazione in borsa dell'azienda nel 1919, la Coca-Cola iniziò la sua diffusione mondiale negli anni venti, trasformandosi in un 'business' di grandi dimensioni, gestito dalla The Coca-Cola Company con sede a New York, e che comprende ulteriori bibite (meglio note col nome di bevande gassate) quali la Fanta, la Sprite e altre.
Nel 1927 la Coca-Cola viene importata anche in Italia. Nel 1960 comparve la prima Coca-Cola in lattina, mentre nel 1980 quella in bottiglia PET.
La bibita è disponibile nella maggioranza dei luoghi di ristorazione del mondo, ed è la bevanda per eccellenza nei fast-food.
Il marchio è stato più volte indicato da numerose ricerche come il più conosciuto al mondo.[1] La maggior rivale della Coca-Cola è la Pepsi, ma ne esistono moltissime imitazioni.
La Coca-Cola vanta diversi luoghi legati interamente al marchio, tra i quali un museo ad Atlanta, sede della compagnia, e alcuni negozi di merchandising, i World of Coca-Cola di New York e Las Vegas.
Formula :
Le foglie della qualità Eritroxylum novogranatense, coltivate legalmente in Perù, sono poi esportate in New Jersey, dove la Stephan Chemical Company, sotto l'egida della DEA, l'ente antinarcotici statunitense, provvede a ottenere l'estratto aromatico decocainizzato, la cui produzione è interamente acquistata dalla The Coca-Cola Company; si tratterebbe dell'aroma denominato "7X" (o anche merchandise #7, ossia "aroma numero 7"), su cui l'azienda ha sempre mantenuto il più stretto riserbo. Comunque sia, la ricetta completa (e neanche la ricetta in parte) della Coca-Cola non è mai stata rivelata in modo ufficiale. È sicuramente cambiata più volte nel tempo, per allinearsi alle legislazioni nazionali dei vari paesi in cui viene prodotta e/o commercializzata; la formula viene quindi modificata in base al progresso di società e cultura, non esente da operazioni di cost saving, a partire dagli anni novanta ( Wikipedia )
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Coca-Cola is a carbonated soft drink sold in stores, restaurants and vending machines worldwide (The Coca-Cola Company claims that it is sold in over 200 countries . It is produced by The Coca-Cola Company in Atlanta, Georgia and is often referred to simply as Coke or (in European and American countries) as Cola or Pop. Originally intended as a patent medicine when it was invented in the late 19th century by John Pemberton, Coca-Cola was bought out by businessman Asa Griggs Candler, whose marketing tactics led Coke to its dominance of the world soft drink market throughout the 20th century.
The company produces concentrate, which is then sold to various licensed Coca-Cola bottlers throughout the world. The bottlers, who hold territorially exclusive contracts with the company, produce finished product in cans and bottles from the concentrate in combination with filtered water and sweeteners. The bottlers then sell, distribute and merchandise Coca-Cola in cans and bottles to retail stores and vending machines. Such bottlers include Coca-Cola Enterprises, which is the largest single Coca-Cola bottler in North America and western Europe. The Coca-Cola Company also sells concentrate for fountain sales to major restaurants and food service distributors.
The Coca-Cola Company has, on occasion, introduced other cola drinks under the Coke brand name. The most common of these is Diet Coke, which has become a major diet cola. However, others exist, including Caffeine-Free Coca-Cola, Diet Coke Caffeine-Free, Cherry Coke, Coca-Cola Zero, Vanilla Coke and special editions with lemon and with lime and even with coffee.
In response to consumer insistence on a more natural product, the company is in the process of phasing out E211, or sodium benzoate, the controversial additive linked to DNA damage and hyperactivity in children, of Diet Coke. The company has stated that it plans to remove the controversial additive from its other products — including Sprite, and Oasis - as soon as a satisfactory alternative is discovered.
The exact formula of Coca-Cola is a famous trade secret. The original copy of the formula is held in SunTrust Bank's main vault in Atlanta. Its predecessor, the Trust Company, was the underwriter for the Coca-Cola Company's initial public offering in 1919. A popular myth states that only two executives have access to the formula, with each executive having only half the formula.The truth is that while Coca-Cola does have a rule restricting access to only two executives, each knows the entire formula and others, in addition to the prescribed duo, have known the formulation process. ( Wikipedia )
Starlings from Europe were introduced for insect control to North America, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand, and are still spreading at 22 km/year in Argentina. They have iridescent purple and green feathers tipped with white spots, but appear black at a distance. Large flocks roost communally at traditional sites, spreading out to pasture and urban feeding grounds each day. One of the commonest garden birds, starlings are easily recognised by their noisy, hyperactive behaviour. They are resident throughout New Zealand on open country, including most offshore islands.
(Sitta pygmaea) Bertram Creek Regional Park, south of Kelowna, BC.
From Cornell's Lab of Ornithology: "Small even by nuthatch standards, Pygmy Nuthatches are tiny bundles of hyperactive energy that climb up and down ponderosa pines giving rubber-ducky calls to their flockmates. Their buffy-white underparts set off a crisp brown head, slate-gray back, and sharp, straight bill. Pygmy Nuthatches breed in large extended-family groups, which is one reason why you’ll often see a half-dozen at a time. Look for them in open forests of older ponderosa pines across the West."
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"Pygmy Nuthatches live in pine forests in western North America; they especially favor mature Ponderosa Pine forests. They are typically found at lower and middle elevations where ponderosa pine grows, but can sometimes occur up to 10,000 feet."
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"The Brown-headed Nuthatch of the southeastern U.S. looks very similar to the Pygmy Nuthatch, but their ranges don’t overlap: Brown-headed Nuthatches don’t get any farther west than eastern Texas."
More here: www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Pygmy_Nuthatch/lifehistory
PERSONAL OBSERVATION: the head plumage of our PYNUs, it seems to me, is less brown than that of the eastern cousin....
This guy was quite (unusually) hyperactive, working his way along a branch until the very end where I think I've found myself almost too close for perfect focus. Still now i know where his nest is I'm looking forward to a few more, hopefully in better light.
One of the smallest neotropical songbirds, hardly bigger than a hummingbird. Like all small birds, they are hyperactive and a challenge to photo. This time of year they have already raised a brood and are in family groups. They eat mostly small insects, but we observed some eating Johnson grass seeds on this outing.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
While no warbler presents easy photographic pickings, the hyperactive Black-and-white in hurried migration is one of the toughest. Magee.
my best friend chris has this bizarre effect on my dog, scout. he is the only person that can calm her down enough to pick her up. she'll be completely hyperactive and then he'll cast some sort of mysterious magic spell on her and she's sleeping in his lap. it's truly something special. i can only hope she loves me as much as she loves him.
sidenote: one theory as to why they have such a connection is because, when she was a teeny-tiny little puppy, he brought her to the local ice-cream joint and fed her an ice cream cone. understandable.
disposable camera film, developed at home in the kitchen sink by my mother and i.