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Tomas is always worried about something. He has terrible anxiety.
I adopted Butters to be his happy big sister. I think she'll be a big help to poor Tomas who worries far too much for a little bear.
Today he's worried becasue he hears thunder in the distance, and it usually doesn't thunder this time of year, here.
He also thinks Butters needs a scarf or she might catch a cold. I told him I'd get right on it.
I wasn't going to post anything tonight but just seen in the paper the Badger cull is to start again and I just want to sit down and cry with sadness and frustration.
I am not a political animal but I did write to my MP about this and he was very polite but useless why against ALL advice are they still persisting with this I am gobsmacked at how stupid they are.
Rant over I will put the soapbox away.
This is a very old pic of a young Badger that was playing with the keeper like a puppy.
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During our drive from Anchorage to Fairbanks, we experienced cloudy conditions with poor visibility until we were about an hour away from Denali National Park. When we were nearing the summit lake, the clouds dispersed, and sunlight appeared, revealing the distant mountain peaks. We spotted a pullout and decided to take a break to soak in the sunshine. It felt as if we were the only people for miles around, and the scenery was breathtaking. The road's slight curve created a perfect leading line toward the mountains, prompting me to capture a panorama image.
is feeling a bit glum that her sister didn't arrive today. I told her to enjoy the attention while she was the sole recipient and we went outside to look at the flowers together.
The result of the clearances after the World Wars probably. Not enough able bodied men returned home to work the farmsteads, struggling on poor upland ground was normal but without menfolk to do the heavy work, life became very harsh indeed, and enticements were offered or suggested for help with relocation to Canada and the like. It is a very sad story for areas like the Cabrach but also the Western Isles and most Scottish upland areas suffered a similar fate.
That establishment is a species of Pub, and also a little market, and also a LAN Gaming Center, and also a video-game center... And there, some kids playing video-game. :¬)
This is a very poor community (or Favela, in Portuguese) called Santa Marta, on the mount Dona Marta. For many years it was devastated by the violence caused by the organized crime, specially because of the drug traffic. I could never imagine myself entering there, but, since November 2008, its permanently occupied by the police and, since this date, the inhabitants are free of the violence. Them, I could walk all the place without problem (well, almost...), but, in general, was everything very well, even I'm being with a bit of fear...
See LARGE.
Botafogo's District, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Have a good day!. :¬)
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The drinking had not even started yet and they still managed to get those pink hats. I wonder what will happen after they reach the bottom.
This should be a board, but I'm not home, so I don't have what I need to build it. And I have very poor internet connection here, so here is my kinda *inspiration board* for week one. I've got lots of images in my mind, and only the names on this list. Now that I read it, there are many more things ...
And I should have added ... my Flickr friends, of course!
EXPLORED : 12, aug, 2011 {#18}
The Great Horned Owl is Alberta's provincial bird. I saw this month old youngster at the “Alberta Birds of Prey Centre ” in Lethbridge.
Apparently, the parents abandoned this baby after their nesting area was disturbed by a construction project. This is one of the most usual reasons for orphan birds being brought to the centre.
Normally the chicks gain the strength and are ready to fly by the age of two months. This one will probably not be destined for return to the wild because of its young age when brought to the centre.
When I'm not checking out orphan baby birds, you can find me on Twitter
Poor Frau K. caught herself a cold.
When someone is sick, Buba can get quite affectionate. Here's she is, guarding Frau K. and making sure she makes a speedy recovery.
Discovered as recently as 1924, the Poor Knights lily (Xeronema callistemon) is coming into flower in its pot on my deck. Endemic to Poor Knights islands and Taranga Island in the north of New Zealand, it is listed as vulnerable in the 1997 IUCN Red list of plants.
That's what he would like you to think but don't believe it for a moment. He has spent about 5 minutes in his cage for the entire 10 days of his boarding experience (his family takes him home tomorrow). Yesterday, he finally got his one suture removed and even better, got rid of his cone. Until he ripped ripped open the suture site 2 minutes later. so, although the abscess site is nearly healed, and will continue to heal without replacing the suture, the vet decided to put the cone back on Moustache in an attempt to slow him down a bit. The bite was right behind his "armpit" where the skin stretches every time this crazy kitten jumps, climbs, sprints, belly crawls, pounces... In reality, the cone doesn't slow him down at all - it just makes him more clumsy.
We are all going to miss Moustache when he goes home but we also feel quite confident we'll be seeing him again. There's no way that this outgoing, adventurous, clumsy, playful kitten isn't going to pick another fight with the wrong cat, like, for instance, the big black cat who lives next door, fall off a banister, land wrong when jumping down from a tree, scratch his eye, rip out a claw, eat something that makes him sick or gets stuck in his GI system... the list goes on and on.
Happy Caturday: Comedians
Spotted during a walk, horses and sheep enjoying a glimpse of a poor December sun. Weert, 16th december 2020.
não tínhamos muita coisa pra fazer depois de assist sweeney todd, então...
modelo: Marina Amanda
photo & retouch: Saulo Mohana
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War is stressful and tiring, now you can show it. New head coming in just a couple weeks or less, guaranteed!
All morning I'd looked at this massive old dairy barn from a distance. I initially worked my way among the smaller, more approachable outbuildings. All the while contemplating this behemoth as a sort of abstraction. It was impossibly large and seemed hugely out of scale in comparison to everything around it. Fully five storeys tall, it literally loomed overhead. True appreciation for the sheer mass of the building did not set in until I drew near. It was a slow process, taking a few steps, pausing, then inching closer. Part of my hesitation was the rugged terrain filled with ponded water, streams, and prickly wild rose bushes. Beyond that it just felt uncomfortable getting so close to something so large. Yet another irrational childhood fear that comes roaring back to life in response to some long forgotten trigger. Can't explain this one really. Not sure if it's a fear of a large (whatever, fill in the blank object) collapsing on me or just feeling mentally out of balance when normal proportions are upended like this. Here I was overwhelmed with the eeriness of the place. This once teeming structure was probably the epicenter of a thriving farm. Everything began and ended here. Now derelict, inhabited only by spirits and memories. The silence interrupted only occasionally by something clanking from within, a loose board perhaps. I marveled at the sheer amount of wood needed to contstruct this place. And how on earth something on this scale could have been erected with nothing more than hand tools. Very saddening to think that it's living out its final days in a state of neglect that will ultimately claim it. I expect to return here at some point to photograph a massive pile of rubble and debris. But for now treasuring these moments on a foggy morning, capturing a sense of the old girl before she falls.
Poor Ray had an abscess on his right ear, so a visit to the vet today was required. He had an antibiotic shot and has to wear the collar for two or three days to let it heal. We'll see how well that goes! I think it may have been Pixie as she is super protective of her kittens and even though the other cats haven't gone anywhere near them, she just keeps chasing and attacking them every time she sees them move..