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...seen in a Peruvian Amazon village on my last trip before Covid. Uploaded for Smile on Saturday! :-) theme: animal face.
HSoS everyone!
Little Orphan Raccoons there mother was bringing them up here to mooch some food, she started when she was expecting, foraging hard for something to eat, when she had the babies she brought them up to eat. One day they came by themselves, then the next day, they were starving, they had not learned to find food yet. I started to feed them, the dark one was very aggressive, the other two not so much. They got bigger and did survive, they learned to hunt. The dark one still comes by occasionally, I recognized him because of color, the other two probably are out there. They got a bit destructive for a bit, then calmed down.
I've seen this fawn several times, but never with its mother, so I'm thinking it might be an orphan. It was eating some corn a park visitor left by the trail and wasn't scared of me at all as I stood nearby and took pictures.
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brown bear, AWCC, Seward Highway, Girdwood, Alaska
The Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center (AWCC) is a non-profit sanctuary located in Portage Valley, Alaska, dedicated to preserving Alaska’s wildlife through conservation, education, research, and quality animal care. The center takes in orphaned and injured animals year-round and provides them with a forever home. The sanctuary maintains over 200 acres of spacious habitats for resident animals to feel at home displaying their natural wild behavior as education ambassadors for their species.
Baby birds are my theme for today. Here a shot of a hungry orphaned Tawny frogmouth chick that was raised by a neighbour.
The Tawny frogmouth is a unique bird native to Australia, often mistaken for an owl because of its nocturnal habits and similar appearance. However, it belongs to a different family altogether. Tawny frogmouths have distinctive wide, flattened beaks and large, yellow eyes. Their plumage is well-camouflaged with mottled patterns of gray, brown, and black, helping them blend seamlessly into tree bark.
These birds are known for their excellent mimicry; during the day, they remain very still, perching on branches and posing like broken stumps to avoid detection by predators. At night, they become active hunters, primarily feeding on insects and other small prey.
A pair of Black-bellied Whistling-Ducks flew from the foliage as I walked around the Riverstone Wetlands with my camera. Then this pair of chicks emerged from the foliage parent-less. Don't know if the adults ever returned. Unusual for Black-bellied Whistling-Ducks to be so skittish. Sugar Land, Texas.
This is the bunch of orphan Lambs that Jane and her sister were feeding, very cute and noisy they were too.
I went to check on her today to make sure she wasn't mistakenly put in with the lambs that are going to the sales. She seemed happy to see me but not nearly as happy as I was to see her. She's a real trooper.
Storm orphans - young acorns with velvet catching the light.
GOLD Medalist - Round 13 - OPEN THEME Perpetual Contest - 2009
Color Photo Award - PREMIER.
3rd Place Winner, Daarklands' Challenge 22.0 - Through my Lens - April 2010.
Featured on the group's Front Page as a result.
Sorry I've been missing for a while but I'm spending a lot of lockdown looking after lambs! This is Orphan Annie (named for obvious reasons) and I've just managed to feed her in the last few days. Now she comes to meet me but is not very tame - yet.
It was a day early in 2012 that my obsession with abandoned buildings began, I felt this huge unity with these places, they spoke to my soul and being inside them was the greatest feeling ever. Consumed by the beauty I found in their decay and history, for 5 years I have been photographing these places.
I have travelled all around Europe and last year the world, in 2014 I produced my first book Soviet Ghosts and this year my second one Fukushima will come out in the shops in April. But for these 5 years, what I have really been collecting these photos for is something truly special, an indulgent celebration of the photos I have created for my series Orphans of Time.
I will be producing a very special limited edition book of 2000 copies, all will be signed and numbered, they will look like old Victorian photo albums, each will have a black cover, embossing, and gold debossed lettering, the edges of the paper will be gold leaf and a metal clasp will hold the book shut. Inside will be hundreds of photos taken over the last 5 years. The book itself will look like a remnant from the past, perhaps more at home on the old dusty bookshelf of one of the abandoned houses that I roam.
Who would be interested in getting a copy?
Video made by the talented Chris Lavelle using my photography
" Between 1854 and 1929, so-called orphan trains transported more than two hundred thousand orphaned, abandoned and homeless children - many of whom, like the character in this book, were first-generation Irish Catholic immigrants - from the coastal cities of the eastern United States to the Midwest for "adoption", which often turned out to be indentured servitude"
When the train stopped - babies and healthy looking boys were chosen first. Children who were not picked were sent to the next town or even back to the children's home in the east.
This book is a fictional story about what happens to an Irish girl who was transported on such a train from New York to Minnesota in 1929..
The story links the life of a foster girl in 2011 to the life of the woman who was a foster child in 1929.
A really interesting read with a bit real history and pictures after the story.
She was an abandoned/orphaned lamb last year and I managed to feed her for a few months until she would have been weaned.
I went looking for her today without much expectation of finding her but she knew me! I was shouting "Orphan Annie" at all the sheep and only one came towards me - all the rest headed off. I then recognized the black dot above her left eye.
We had a wee chat and then off she went too. She will have her own lamb in the Spring.
SIM : Story brooke garden
In the middle of a pile of old furniture, rag dolls were waiting for the children who had abandoned them. They were not sad; they just looked sad. They were not patient; they had infinite hope. Perhaps they would end up as multiple pieces of rotting fabric on the wet ground. Their souls would continue to live, to join the humus, to creep into the fibers of plants and trees, to find the sun to live a new story. The dolls are like trees, they have given up their ego, despite their hand-painted plump lips and wonderful eyes, all different. Together they have only one soul, and so it is eternal on earth. Children, why did you abandon your dolls?
The children respond: we have been abandoned by our parents, our schoolmasters and our hope. We shouted our anger but we were not heard by the adults. So we stopped doing our homework, we grew like weeds left by the wayside. Then, we lost our roots, we lost our language, we wasted our time staring at our icy screens and, without feeling, we neglected our dolls.
I remember my conversations with my dolls. They answered all my questions with another question. They were that moment of absolute intimacy, this invagination of myself that dragged me away into the most far-fetched stories before descending to earth, soothed, strengthened, ready to meet the real world.
It was not long ago when the doll became an orphan,it was a dreadful and silent disaster that struck childhood. Dolls do not care; they always hope, and if it happens that a child gathers them up again, they will serve with the same devotion, as if it had always been so. There are dolls like trees, plants and everything on earth. So it is the children that I address, children in the hearts of adults, children in the hearts of children : it is only you who have stopped loving ; You just have to reach out so that the tragic waste that your sourness, your anxiety, your disproportionate ego, your mortifying greed and ambition are producing, is finally eliminated. Love, without waiting. Love, nothing in return, like everything on earth: the trees, the plants, the animals, the insects, the spiders and the dolls.
A living reminder for people to slow down when driving though the wilderness. This is a shot from spring of an orphaned North American Brown Bear or Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis) who had recently woken up from winter hibernation at the Grouse Mountain Refuge for Endangered Wildlife in North Vancouver. Sadly cubs are often left behind when their mothers are hit by cars or trucks. Orphaned cubs that are human socialised though the rescue process are difficult to reintroduce to the wild, often spending their entire life in reserves such as this one if they are lucky enough not to be put down. Massive in stature, the largest Grizzlies have been known to weigh up to 680 kg (1,500 lb), standing up to 3 metres (9.8 ft) tall on their hind legs , or 1.5 metres (4.9 ft) at the shoulder when on all four legs. British Columbia, Canada
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Two little orphaned lambs down on the farm. one is Patch (easily recognised) and the other is skipperty who skips along jumping in the air!
These siblings have been orphaned (abandoned?) since they were little. At first, I thought they'll never it make but here they are, few weeks later and they are still together watching for each other. This is new to me. I have never seen white ducklings by the lake before.
Happy New Week, Everyone! I hope your all had a nice weekend!
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Genesee & Wyoming Australia locomotives 1907/CK3 approach Whyalla with their loaded export iron ore train from Iron Duke on the isolated 1067mm gauge Whyalla network in South Australia - 10 February 2013.
1907 was formerly a Western Australian Government Railways DA class (EMD) that was rebuilt with a cut down cab for DOO operations in 2003. In 2006, when the G & W ops in WA were sold off to Aurizon, it was the sole member of the class to be transferred for GWA operations at Whyalla in 2006.
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The lil' Orphan Girl and her pound hound find solice in each others arms : ) <3
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Thanks to Wendy Rundel a most amazing lady, for the kind loan of Lilly Lament (Unidoll UH21)
PS. Please note the dog is as it came out of the box, his full glory is yet to be realized by the skilled hands of a lovely lady i know <3
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Michel and Edmond Navratil, Titantic survivors known as the "Titanic Orphans", April 22, 1912. Michel was almost four and Edmond was two years old.
Their parents, Michel and Marcella Caretto Navratil were separated and Marcella was granted full custody of the boys. The children spend Easter weekend with their father and when Marcella went to pick them up, they were gone. The father had booked passage to America on the Titanic using the assumed name, Louis Hoffman and the boys were registered under their nicknames, "Lola and Momon".
After the Titanic hit the iceberg, Mr. Navratil placed his two sons in "Collapsible D", the last lifeboat to be launched. Later Michel claimed to remember his father telling him, "My child, when your mother comes for you, as she surely will, tell her that I loved her dearly and still do. Tell her I expected her to follow us, so that we might all live happily together in the peace and freedom of the New World."
The boys were just toddlers and spoke no English, so they could not identify themselves. Their photos were published in numerous newspapers around the world and as a result, their mother was located. They were reunited in New York City on May 16, 1912 and they returned to France on the Oceanic.
Michel died in 2001 at the age of 92 and his brother, Edmond died in 1953 at the age of 43.
Original black and white photo from the Bain collection at the Library of Congress.