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The chance to witness this unique moment of feeding the Jurenile Common Cuckoo by a couple of Dunnocks !
The gray cuckoo is a strictly insectivorous bird, which feeds mainly on earthworms and caterpillars.
The gray cuckoo being a migratory bird, in winter it leaves towards the south of Africa or South-East Asia.
The female cuckoo spots a nest in which eggs have already been laid and will swallow one to replace it with her egg. Thus, the deceived mother will brood in place of the cuckoo female! When it is born, the young cuckoo will instinctively throw the other eggs out of the nest! This way, the young cuckoo will have all the food it needs to grow!
La chance d"assister à ce moment unique de nourrissage du Coucou gris jurénile par un couple d 'Accenteurs !
Le coucou gris est un oiseau strictement insectivore, qui se nourrit principalement de vers de terre, lombrics et de chenilles.
Le coucou gris étant un oiseau migrateur, en hiver il part vers le sud de l’Afrique ou en Asie du sud-est.
La femelle coucou repère un nid dans lequel des oeufs ont déjà été pondus et va en gober un pour le remplacer par le sien.Ainsi le mère abusée va couver à la place de la femelle coucou !A sa naissance ,d'instinct le jeune coucou va jeter les autres oeufs hors du nid !Ainsi le jeune coucou aura toute la nourriture nécessaire pour grandir !
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Les couleurs du silence
J’ai bien peu de choses à dire au sujet de la beauté. Mais d’instinct, j’adore le silence coloré des fleurs sauvages, magnifiquement imparfaites, libres comme le temps qui passe.
Patrice
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The colours of Silence
I have very little to say about beauty; but instinctively, I love the colourful silence of wildflowers, spectacularly imperfect, free, as the time that passes.
Patrice
The monarch butterfly is a milkweed butterfly in the family Nymphalidae. It is amongst the most familiar of North American butterflies and an iconic pollinator, although it is not an especially effective pollinator of milkweeds. Its wings feature an easily recognizable black, orange, and white pattern, with a wingspan of 8.9–10.2 cm ( 3.5–4 in). A Müllerian mimic, the viceroy butterfly, is similar in color and pattern, but is markedly smaller and has an extra black stripe across each hindwing.
The eastern North American monarch population is notable for its annual southward late-summer/autumn instinctive migration from the northern and central United States and southern Canada to Florida and Mexico. During the fall migration, monarchs cover thousands of miles, with a corresponding multigenerational return north. The western North American population of monarchs west of the Rocky Mountains often migrates to sites in southern California, but has been found in overwintering Mexican sites, as well. (wikipedia)
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This Monarch was taking its lunch break on a stem of Rough Blazing Star (Liatris aspera).
Pinhey Dunes, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. August 2022.
La Ceja, Colombia.
I was photographing flowers in my garden. Suddenly I felt a very strong bang like a door being slammed shut. I even instinctively screamed. To my surprise I saw what appears in the photo: A Roadside Hawk with its prey, a dove. Within seconds, noticing my presence, he grabbed his prey and left.
Buteo magnirostris magnirostris
(Roadside Hawk / Gavilán pollero)
The Roadside Hawk, which is found from northern Mexico south to Argentina, is one of the most widespread raptors of the neotropics. This species shows considerable geographic variation across its wide distribution, with 12 currently recognized subspecies.
The Roadside Hawk is so named due to its preference for the edges of forest. It feeds on a variety of small prey including reptiles and small mammals, but mainly feeds on insects.
neotropical.birds.cornell.edu/Species-Account/nb/species/...
"When All Is Said And Done"
Here's to us. One more toast, and then we'll pay the bill
Deep inside, both of us can feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me
We fly instinctively
When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither You nor I'm to blame when all is said and done
In our lives, we have walked some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn, but dignified, and not too old for sex
We're still striving for the sky
No taste for humble pie
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done
It's so strange, when you're down, and lying on the floor
How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more
Clear-headed and open-eyed, with nothing left untried
Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
There's no hurry anymore when all is said and done
Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
There's no hurry anymore when all is said and done
💖💖 I am taking a little time Away from SL. I am keeping my groups open here on Flickr, and I enjoy seeing all your beautiful creations and pictures.
In advance I want to thank you all for your always kindness and support. Please Know that I appreciate each one of you very much for taking the time to look at my pictures. You all mean a lot to me, and I am grateful for you all, you make Flickr a lovely place to be and to share pictures. Huge, huge hugs, peace and lots of love for you all💖💖
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
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From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Hope – Faith – Purpose Renewed – Compassion – Purity – Instinctive Communication
Image created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
The monarch butterfly or simply monarch (Danaus plexippus) is a milkweed butterfly (subfamily Danainae) in the family Nymphalidae. Other common names, depending on region, include milkweed, common tiger, wanderer, and black-veined brown. It may be the most familiar North American butterfly, and is considered an iconic pollinator species. Its wings feature an easily recognizable black, orange, and white pattern, with a wingspan of 8.9–10.2 cm (3+1⁄2–4 in). A Müllerian mimic, the viceroy butterfly, is similar in color and pattern, but is markedly smaller and has an extra black stripe across each hindwing.
The eastern North American monarch population is notable for its annual southward late-summer/autumn instinctive migration from the northern and central United States and southern Canada to Florida and Mexico. During the fall migration, monarchs cover thousands of miles, with a corresponding multigenerational return north. The western North American population of monarchs west of the Rocky Mountains often migrates to sites in southern California, but has been found in overwintering Mexican sites, as well. Monarchs have been bred on the International Space Station. In 2009, an investigation in space took place. The monarch butterfly successfully emerged from its pupa located in the station's Commercial Generic Bioprocessing Apparatus.
- Thank you for teaching me to be strong and to be humble, Mom -
...it is interesting to see how everyday is Mother's Day in the "wild animal" kingdom and that based on pure instinctive LOVE, Mother's Day-Everyday River, AZ. -
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
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From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Instinctively, even though they are not affected by the pandemic, the black-headed gulls maintain surprisingly regular physical distancing ....
Instinctivement, bien que non concernées par la covid, les mouettes rieuses adoptent une distanciation physique étonnamment régulière ....
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for me colour is essential; I instinctively felt I needed it to give my work force. Just as we have smell memories, we have colour memories. I mean the world is in colour, right?
Joel Meyerowitz
HMM! Truth Matters! Lies have consequences.
tulip, brookside gardens, wheaton, maryland
The warm evening sun is shining through the trees an producing small islands of light in the undergroth were a small creek is meandering. A scenery where You are instinctively awaiting the arrival of little fairies ore other magic creatures. This photograph could easily have made in a jungle in Africa ore in the Amazonas region. In fact this is made near the town Lohmen in the Elbe Sandstone Mountains in Saxony.
Die warme Abendsonne scheint durch die Bäume und schafft kleine Inseln aus Licht im Unterholz durch das sich ein kleiner Bach schlängelt. Eine Szene bei der man unwillkürlich auf das Auftauchen kleiner Feen oder anderer magischer Wesen wartet. Dieses Bild hätte leicht aus einem Jungle in Afrika oder im Amazonas stammen können. Tatsächlich ist das jedoch in der Nähe von Lohmen im Elbsandsteingebirge in Sachsen entstanden.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
Diese Ricken und Kälber habe ich auf meiner Suche im Wald nach Waldtieren entdeckt. Spuren von Wildschweinen konnte ich finden. Diese Geißen und Kälber des Dammwilds habe ich aber im abgezäunten Gehege neben dem Waldrand abgelichtet. Diese Sichern instinktmäßig die Gegend und haben mich natürlich schon von weitem entdeckt.
I discovered these doe and calves during my search for forest animals in the forest. Traces of wild boars I could find. These goats and calves of the fallow deer I took pictures of in the fenced enclosure next to the edge of the forest. They instinctively secure the area and of course I discovered them from a distance.
It does not only operate in the blinding flash of a moment seized; it works all the time. The snatched picture merely cuts across the vein of observable incident or accident which is always beating, whether or not the fingers actually press :-)
Lincoln Kirsten
phlox, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
27-august-2021: undoubtedly, not having timetables and going like this, instinctively, without thinking too much or asking anyone's permission, well, it has its advantages...
the brave and gentle soul
Shortly after Marcel's arrival, he was diagnosed as diabetic. We have had to learn to give him insulin injections twice daily ever since. At first this was extremely stressful on all of us, but we eventually settled into a routine and gained skills as to the injections. Marcel never held it aginst us. He seems to instinctively know that we are doing this for him and not to him.
Happy Caturday :-)
Visiting The Past series. Another second viewing of one of my
favorites images . I remember on this foggy day taking some
shots of a fisherman and instinctively turning to my right to see
this and only had time to take two or three shots before one
bird flew away and the man disappeared from view.
I got one of those important photography lessons that day ,
always look around you . Thanks for reading and all your
support .
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OutreTerre - Le dernier kilomètre
Les oiseaux s’étaient tus
Une lumière crépusculaire baignait cette vallée trop silencieuse…
C’était le dernier kilomètre.
Ce kilomètre qui ébranlait la motivation de tous les voyageurs qui s’apprêtaient à pénétrer dans ce monde étrange appelé OutreTerre…
Ici, il n’y avait pas de frontière. Lorsqu’un visiteur parvenait sur les hauteurs de cette Terre des Ombres, il savait instinctivement qu’il entrait dans un monde inconnu, mystérieux, un monde façonné par l’imaginaire humain et dont il ne connaissait pas les règles…
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Dans ces mondes imaginés, situés ailleurs ou demain, la réalité est faite d’émotions, de rêves, de légendes, d’aventures, de magie. Elle se nourrit de nos peurs, de notre curiosité face à l’inconnu, de ce besoin humain d’échapper à la réalité de la vie quotidienne, le temps d’un livre, d’un film, d’un jeu virtuel, d’un récit épique ou d’un conte ancien - tous ancrés dans un imaginaire sans borne. Pour celui qui pénètre dans ces mondes abstraits, ces récits deviennent l’Univers vrai , le monde de tous les jours étant projeté loin en arrière plan.
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…Notre voyageur, troublé par l’étrangeté des lieux, contempla la vallée d’ombres qui s’enfonçait loin dans OutreTerre (Outland), d’où émergeait une lumière aussi étrange qu’inexplicable. Au bout d’un moment d’incertitude… il décida, comme le fit Frodon le Hobbit (Frodo Baggins) longtemps avant lui, que sa curiosité était plus grande que sa peur de l’inconnu…
Patrice, extraits de Le Monde de Poësia (à paraître)
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Outland - The last kilometer
The birds were silent
The dusk light bathed this overly silent valley ...
It was the last kilometer.
This kilometer which shook the motivation of all travellers who were about to enter this strange world called Outland ...
There were no borders here. When a visitor reached the heights of this Land of Shadows, he knew instinctively that he was entering an unknown, mysterious world, a world shaped by the human imagination and whose rules he did not know ...
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In these imaginary worlds, located elsewhere or tomorrow, reality is made up of emotions, dreams, legends, adventures, magic. It is fuelled by our fears, our curiosity about the unknown, this human need to escape the reality of everyday life, with dedicating time for a book, a film, a virtual game, an epic tale or an ancient tale - all anchored in a boundless imagination. For those who enter these abstract worlds, these stories become the true Universe, the everyday world being projected far back in the background.
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... Our traveler, disturbed by the strangeness of the place, contemplated the valley of shadows which sank far into Outland and from which emerged a light as strange as inexplicable. After a moment of uncertainty ... he concluded, as Frodo the Hobbit (Frodo Baggins) did, long before him, that his curiosity was greater than his fear of the unknown ...
Patrice, extracts from The Lands of Poësia (forthcoming)
Alweer een gezellig dagje in de natuur, dit keer op de hei bij Kootwijk(erbroek) met Mirjam
... to flank a herd of sheep means to go around their side, so flanking in herding involves moving around one side of a herd of sheep so that they don't go in that direction; that side would feel "closed off" to them, and they would instinctively move in the other direction (if you flank them on the right, they would move left, for example) ...
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My tribute to Bill Withers who died March 30th, 2020.
“The hardest thing in songwriting is to be simple and yet profound. And Bill seemed to understand, intrinsically and instinctively, how to do that,” -Sting
Though the beautiful sunrise on Saturday morning did not bring the long-awaited migration, things changed Sunday morning. It was my last full day in the County, and we were pretty keen to see an uptick in arrivals after a few days of getting to know the early arrivals. And, for the second year in a row, we were treated to a fallout.
ebird.org/checklist/S136532263
That is Paul’s checklist for the first hours of the Sunday. It was a pretty extraordinary bursting of the dam. Most of those birds were arriving for the first time, and birds that might be in separate waves arrived all at once.
One of the features of a fallout is that birds are suddenly all around, and often in places one might not expect to find them. They look a bit stunned, and it takes a few minutes before the two instinctive drives - food and reproduction - take over. Insects are sought after and songs fill the air, and the numbers of the fallout make competition for food and mates quite intense in a small area. Many of the birds will start fanning out pretty quickly.
This bright male in his breeding colours is finishing off the midges on this branch. As is often the case the birds are more concerned about food than they are about the small handful of people in the woods Sunday morning. For the first few hours there may have been a half dozen of us at most, slack-jawed at the sudden richness of the migration.
Of all the ideas and compositions I tried out for this week's theme, I never thought I would end up posting this one! Funny story about it - I had just about finished and was putting my gear back in place when I stumbled upon my daughter's miniature plastic glasses from her kitchen set, which were all scattered all over the floor! So camera still in one hand and blue plastic waterglass on the other, I instinctively raised the clear blue object against the light coming in through the balcony door... and voila!!! It was an instant click ;D I increased the contrast and saturation a bit when I transfered it to my computer and fell in love with the result!
Happy and colourful new week everyone :)))
Colchester Zoo statement in full:
We are very saddened to report that on Sunday 4th February Eurasion Griffon Vulture Yatsey passed away.
Yatsey was free flying during one of our educational bird displays when he diverted from his usual course and landed on the netted roof above the lion’s enclosure, instinctively, one of the lioness’ caught Yatsey. Keepers acted quickly and effectively to get the lions into their inside enclosure to prevent them from causing further harm. Yatsey was swiftly retrieved by keepers and after an initial examination Yatsey had sustained a puncture wound which looked treatable and keepers were confident he would pull through with veterinary treatment. However, following the situation Yatsey had experienced, on the journey to the vets Yatsey sadly passed away from shock.
The netting used above the lion’s outdoor area is designed to stop birds from landing within the enclosure, this is not designed as a security feature, we can confirm that at no point was the safety and security of the lion’s enclosure compromised. We would like to thank visitors for their understanding and cooperation whilst keepers worked to retrieve Yatsey.
Yatsey was 22 years old with a big personality and was a much-loved member of the displays team who had been in the care of his keepers for 12 years. The keepers of the displays team had built a very close bond with Yatsey, as they do with all the animals in their care, and so this is a very sad time for them. Our thoughts are with Yatsey’s dedicated keepers whilst they are in mourning of their very sad loss. We would like to thank all those who have passed on their condolences and their support.
We understand that this unfortunate incident has been reported differently in the media but can confirm that the above information from ourselves here at Colchester Zoo is factually accurate.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from September 2018. Captured on Buchanan Street, also known as 'the Style Mile', which roughly lies in a North Northeast direction, perhaps a little closer towards North. A lot of Glasgow is on a grid aligned this way and at these higher latitudes it can make light challenging in the urban canyons. This is often why my settings seem to be a little 'wild'. I shoot instinctively and therefore set my camera to be able to shoot into some of the darker areas of the street as I walk along. Enjoy!
A macaw's scream has been registered at 100-106 decibels. I have no doubt! This is our blue throated macaw letting me know his presence. He is not a screamer, per se, but all macaws instinctively scream at dusk (telling the flock to come gather for the night).
For crazy Tuesday's theme "sound".
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RÉSISTANCE
Ils ont choisi la résistance
Face aux vents furieux,
Face à la mer menaçante
Face aux outrages du temps qui passe
Face à l’exode de ceux qui les ont habités, qui leur ont donné vie, jadis.
Ce sont de petits villages de pêcheurs, éparpillés par centaines le long des côtes maritimes
Certains se sont vidés de leur vie, ne laissant que des traces éparses
D’autres ont trouvé la force de résister, tant bien que mal…
Dans cette cruelle logique de modernité, il y a des perdants et des… survivants
Ils résistent comme le font ces insignifiants grains de sable bousculés par les marées
Tapis profondément dans le coeur de ceux qui les ont habités,
Incrustés dans l’âme et l’histoire humaine
Comme ces havres protecteurs que les marins retrouvaient toujours d’instinct, même par mauvais temps
Ils ont choisi la résistance
Ils ont choisi la persistance.
Patrice
Photo originale : Peggy’s Cove, Nouvelle-Écosse, Canada
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RESISTANCE
They chose the resistance
Facing furious winds,
Facing the threatening sea,
Facing the ravages of passing time,
Faced with the exodus of those who inhabited them and gave them life once.
They are small fishing villages, scattered by the hundreds along the coast
Some have emptied their lives, leaving only sparse traces,
Others have found the strength to resist, somehow...
In this cruel logic of modernity, there are losers and... survivors;
They resist as do these insignificant grains of sand jostled by the tides
Ingrained deeply in the hearts of those who inhabited them,
Inlaid in the soul and human history
Like those protective havens that sailors always found instinctively, even in bad weather
They chose the resistance
They chose persistence.
Patrice
Original photo : Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada
"I was disarmed by the spontaneity of giving and understood that Lucie cared for it; perhaps her tongue-tied state, her lack of verbal eloquence, made her think of flowers as a form of speech; not in the sense of heavy-handed conventional flower symbolism, but in a sense still more archaic, more nebulous, more instinctive, pre-linguistic; perhaps, having always been sparing of words, she longed for that mute stage of evolution when there were no words and people communicated by simple gestures”
Any cat lover will fall in love with this window scene. The artists have done a wonderful job in Cat Alley. Cuteness in this case is designed to attract attention to the safety and welfare messages about keeping cats. Not just to protect our precious pets, but also to protect the native wildlife.
Cats are natural born predators, and despite our pets having lovely natures in our homes, we must not forget that instinctively they will kill birds and other small creatures for fun. We have a responsibility to protect the native wildlife around us.
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
In 1957 - "Blast" and "Burst" Adolph Gottlieb balanced his canvas with two opposing forms. Inherently a tension formed between them. Not as much a dialogue, but rather a feeling.
Your eye instinctively goes from one form to the other, and a presence is delegated to the emptiness between them.
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
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From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Digitalis Purpurea
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EVERY part of this plant is poisonous so please be careful where you plant it and keep your children and pets away from it. Rabbits and deer will not usually touch it instinctively.
Please, no invitations to award groups or to those with large/animated comment codes.
The monarch is a milkweed butterfly in the family Nymphalidae. The eastern North American monarch population is notable for its annual southward late-summer/autumn instinctive migration from the northern and central United States and southern Canada to Florida and Mexico. During the fall migration, monarchs cover thousands of miles, with a corresponding multigenerational return north in spring. The western North American population of monarchs west of the Rocky Mountains often migrates to sites in southern California, but individuals have been found in overwintering Mexican sites, as well. Non-migratory populations are found further south in the Americas, and in parts of Europe, Oceania, and Southeast Asia. (Wikipedia)
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The Monarchs were gathering at the park in early September, in preparation for their journey to Mexico. Several landed on this thistle to take a drink before heading off across Lake Ontario. A very beautiful sight that distracted me from my main task at hand - identifying shore birds.
Owen Point, Presqu'ile Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada. September 2024.
Eastern Ontario Birding.
Who that has ever visited the borders of this classic sea, has not felt at the first sight of its waters a glow of reverent rapture akin to devotion, and an instinctive sensation of thanksgiving at being permitted to stand before these hallowed waves?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRCEwy5XQSs
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Once he learned to hop, Wally only had two speeds, standing still, and flat out. He loved to be out in the yard where he could explore and forage for food. Swamp Wallabies eat a wide range of food plants, including shrubs, pasture, agricultural crops, and native and exotic vegetation. Without being taught, he instinctively found plants that all Swamp Wallabies prefer.
Unlike other Wallabies, Swamp Wallabies have a distinctive gait, they hop with their head low and their tail straight out behind, as in this photo.
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Four eggs., Four chicks., Now four young Osprey's learning their way in the world
And here's one of them
It's fascinating to watch their development from helpless chick., to first flights., to where we are at the time of writing which is learning to catch prey
And the clock is 'ticking'
In a matter of weeks they'll be fully fledged and instinctively will set off on their long flight to West Africa., where they'll remain for a couple of years before hopefully returning to find a partner and produce young of their own
A steep learning curve and no second chances..
The lessons they're learning right now are quite literally of life and death importance
It's all about survival
Good luck my young friend(s)!
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
"Cat fanciers appreciate the gravity-defying grace and exquisite balance of their feline friends. But do they know that those traits extend even to the way cats lap milk?
Researchers analyzed the way domestic and big cats lap and found that felines of all sizes take advantage of a perfect balance between two physical forces. The results were published in the Nov. 11 online edition of the journal Science.
It was known that when cats lap, they extend their tongues straight down toward the bowl with the tip of the tongue curled backwards, so that the top of the tongue touches the liquid first. That insight came from a 1940 film of a cat lapping milk, made by Harold “Doc” Edgerton, the MIT electrical engineering professor who first used strobe lights in photography to stop action.
But recent high-speed videos made by MIT, Virginia Tech and Princeton researchers reveal that the top of the cat’s tongue is the only surface to touch the liquid. Cats, unlike dogs, don’t dip their tongues into the liquid like ladles. The cat’s lapping mechanism is far more subtle and elegant. The smooth tip of the tongue barely touches the surface of the liquid before the cat draws its tongue back up. As it does so, a column of liquid forms between the moving tongue and the liquid’s surface. The cat then closes its mouth, pinching off the top of the column for a nice drink, while keeping its chin dry.
When the cat’s tongue touches the liquid surface, some of the liquid sticks to it through liquid adhesion, much as water adheres to a human palm when it touches the surface of a pool. But the cat draws its tongue back up so rapidly that for a fraction of a second, inertia — the tendency of the moving liquid to continue following the tongue — overcomes gravity, which is pulling the liquid back down toward the bowl. The cat instinctively knows just when this delicate balance will change, and it closes its mouth in the instant before gravity overtakes inertia. If the cat hesitated, the column would break, the liquid would fall back into the bowl, and the tongue would come up empty.
While the domestic cat averages about four laps per second, the big cats, such as tigers, know to slow down. Because their tongues are larger, they lap more slowly to achieve the same balance of gravity and inertia. "
Source: news.mit.edu/2010/cat-lapping-1112
I have captured this effect some years ago with my first cats, Zoé and Arwen, take a look in the comments, please.
And yes, Momo is back at home!!
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic: youtu.be/0OefNthkSVE
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
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From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
Du 8ème au 6ème et retour, un samedi matin d’hiver dans les rues de Marseille.
Déclencher instinctivement pour capter une couleur, une ambiance…
Ressentir Marseille.
__________________________________
From 8th to 6th and back, a winter Saturday morning in the streets of Marseille.
Instinctively trigger to capture a color, an atmosphere ...
Feel Marseille.
Marseille - 2020
The Common Goleneyes are the first ducks to arrive at the local urban parks here as well as wilder places. The males lay claim to thin strips of open water as the ice recedes from the shoreline. They waste no time in finding their mates often after explosive battles with other males. The female lays her eggs in tree cavities and nesting boxes.
The hatchlings remain in the cavity for one day after hatching and then jump to the ground and are led to the water by the female. The mated males disappear once incubation starts.
The hatchlings instinctively start diving and feeding. as soon as they hit the water. They become independent sooner than most ducks, and the females abandon their brood sooner than most ducks, but not within the first couple of weeks. The little ones grow quickly, and seem to do just fine on their own.
Willaim Hawrelak Park. Edmonton, Alberta.
Reddish Egrets have a very unique hunting/fishing style...They run through the shallows with head tilted to one side, suddenly changing directions or leaping sideways. Then they will stand still momentarily and spread their wings to create shade which attracts small fish that instinctively seek shelter in this shaded area...
So fun to watch this behavior!
Occasionally as a photographer you come across a situation you instinctively know is going to be special. This occasion was just one of those and I was able to take advantage with several shots of this lovely lady.
Red Deer Hind - Cervus Elaphus
The Highlands - Scotland
As always I am grateful to all those who kindly take time to comment on and fave my photographs.
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