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As far as I can remember, there was a question mark at the end of my sentence!
That's how I gathered a load of knowledge, never been afraid to ask a question, so the subject of this image a very useful tool all through my life!
Always hungry for the how and why.
Yet, I, luckily, do not suffer from morbid curiosity about other people. I am a good listener, they can tell me things, I'm interested, but I will rarely ask personal questions.
I don't consider this indifference, I call it respect.
Think before you ask... there are questions... you HAVE to be able to live with the answer!
If and when I want to photograph someone or something, I ask, if the answer is yes, I am happy, if it is no, I respect it, at least I ASKED!
“There are these four ways of answering questions. Which four?
There are questions that should be answered categorically [straightforwardly yes, no, this, that].
There are questions that should be answered with an analytical (qualified) answer [defining or redefining the terms].
There are questions that should be answered with a counter-question.
There are questions that should be put aside.
These are the four ways of answering questions.”
—Buddha
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Why not view the set as a slide-show?
Also I often upload more than one image at the same time; I see a tendency to only view the last uploaded...
Now the question is, if I monkey with the tags I put here in flickr, just how many views do you think I will get? And boyohboy will some folks be really disappointed.
People say that I can fly. Is it true? Can I fly? We-e-e-l-l-l-l, lemme just say, that if you were to ask me that question under oath, I wouldn't say, "No". ;-) ;-)
The Question:
Why do we let ourselves exist like this? Why should we let ourselves exist with the pain, worry and stress life provides?
The Answer:
Because we must in order to live.
So when I created my Flickr account, I made my name EvolvedTurtle. But recently people are seeing it as my real name, which I've chosen to keep private. I've tried changing my screen name but the problem is still there. Does anyone else have the same problem/ know how to fix it?
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I just got back from the zoo and right now I'm one tired lady. I have to cook dinner and feed my dogs but I will be returning to Flickr to see as many of your beautiful picture's possible. Thanks so much for everything! You my friends are the best. I hope you have a really nice weekend and Labor Day Holiday. Hugs!
I ran into this little squirrel when I was going up the jungle path at the zoo. He or she was very interested in me and my backpack. I think the thought of food was on his or hers mind. It was really shaded where the little squirrel decided to stop and take a look at me. A sidway glance told me to be as still as possible so I could get a picture of him or her. I had troubles getting the shot because I had too large of a lens on my camera. Anyway this isn't the best picture but I still liked it enough to post it. The little squirrel was so cute. The photo is uncropped.
Today's photo is a test to see if you are a high heel expert.
I have about 85 pairs of heels, most are 4" or higher stiletto heels. I really like the look of the heels in this photo, but they are by far the hardest to walk in. The question is, why?
Hints: It is not because of the heel height (these are 5") and it's not because they don't fit my feet (they fit perfectly).
“Hi Bertie, another sunny day.” Said Sky smiling.
“Hello Sky, where have you been? I did look and couldn’t find you.”
“I have been talking to Wellington but he soon gets fed up with me asking him questions. So, I went to Captain, he fell asleep while I was asking him questions. Perhaps it is me?”
“I don’t think so Sky, probably the questions. What did you want to know Sky?”
“Lots of things Bertie, I just don’t understand so much about different things.”
“I see, I’m not good at answers but I’ll help if I can Sky.”
“I was asking Captain about the grass and why was it green. I wanted to know where it came from for if you pull a bit up it isn’t green under the ground.”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know as he used long words and I’m not good at long words. Then he fell asleep.”
“It is a complicated question Sky, maybe ask Posh when he arrives.”
“I could, but I have lots more questions. Bertie, do you know where clouds go and why some are white and others are grey and then some look to be much higher up than others? Elli, flies right through them and yet they don’t seem to break like I expected them to. Why don’t they break?”
“My word Sky, you do have a lot of questions. Here is Posh, perhaps he’ll be able to answer some of them for you.” Said Bertie giggling.
“Posh, will you answer some questions for me please?”
“I can try Sky but there are questions that even bears don’t yet know the answer to.”
“Well Posh, I was asking where do clouds come from and where do they go to? Why are they different colours and fly at different heights?”
“Well, Elli is the pilot so she would have a much better idea of what happens to clouds than I do. I suggest you wait for her to wake up and then ask her.”
“There I told you Sky, the answer was easy and it just takes someone as clever as Posh to put your straight.” Said Bertie smiling.
“I’ll do that Posh, now why is grass green and where does it come from? One day it can be very short then a few days later it has got much bigger and yet if you dig it up there is no green stuff underground.”
“That is easy Sky, grass is green because it is a nice colour and it is said that the insects and creepy-crawlies that live in the grass, paint it that colour at night time. There we are Sky, all your questions answered so now you have to think of something different to ask.”
“I would like blue or maybe purple coloured grass. Could you speak to the insects and creepy-crawlies and tell them to paint it a different colour?”
“No Sky, they are like buzzy things and don’t speak bear. Talking about buzzy things, how about we open a jar of honey between us?
“First sensible thing he has said if you ask me.” Said Bertie grinning.
“First thing he has said that I understand.” Said Sky.
Posh grunted his disapproval but said nothing.
“Bertie, I have lot more questions like where does the moon go in the day and why does it look like a ball? Then again, the man has hair, well a bit, and that grows long if left alone but our fur doesn’t seem to get any longer, why is that? Plus, why can’t us bears make our own honey so we don’t have to rely upon buzzy things?”
“Best of luck with that lot, Bertie.” Said Posh smiling.
“Let me ask you a question Sky, why is it we only have three jars of honey left now when there was five or six here early this morning?” Said Bertie.
“Questions, questions, questions, that is all I ever get asked.” Said Sky as he dipped his paw into a fresh jar of honey watched by Posh and Bertie.
Do you want me to.....
I will let you finish off with what ever you want...
My suggestion is.
Spray myself with strong perfume, then dance a close and sensual rumba with the girl of my dreams.
You know who you are my darling Italian lover.
The panorama walk at Barmouth overlooking the Afon Mawddach. A place I've always wanted to visit the forecast was not looking to good with the clouds clearing from the east, the question was whether they would clear in time for sunrise?
The answer was not quite, still got quite a nice sky.
It has been a continuing pleasure to be able to reach out with a telephoto lens to capture wildlife up close. Many of the subjects I have been able to photograph have allowed me to see details that the naked eye cannot see.
It also brings up some questions at times. For example, I wondered how long a bill a pelican has when it is in the egg right before it hatches, and what the composition of the bill is.
One informative site says: "When a chick hatches, its bill is short and stubby, with closed eyes and bare, pink skin. Over the next few days, the chick's eyes open, down feathers begin to grow, and its bill starts to lengthen considerably."
Eventually, the beak of an adult pelican can grow to nearly 20 inches.
I have never touched a pelican's beak, but I have read that the beak consists of a bony structure covered in a hard, keratin sheath on the outside, similar to human fingernails and hair.
The most distinctive part of the pelican, the pouch, is made of elastic, featherless skin that functions like a fishing net to scoop up fish.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
I have questions. I mean, if it’s supposed to be hidden, why do you label it with a big yellow sign? Why not erect the one that says “Frap Off. You’re Not Invited”?
Or is Batman going to be pissed at the NTSB?
Many of America's highway signs are made by inmates. Is this a practical joke facilitated by a petty larcenist? Whatever the answer, thanks for nuttin'..
Brincadeiras de Liz com uma lente Sigma 2.8 e uma XTI na mão...
Eles são péssimos jogadores porque são bons fotógrafos... ou são bons fotógrafos porque são péssimos jogadores?!
Brincadeira de fotógrafos.
Play Liz with a lens of 2.8 and a Sigma XTI in hand ...
They are bad players because they are good photographers ... or photographers are good because they are bad players?
Play of photographers.
Cloudy (Paul Simon)
"...Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy
They have no borders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill
Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question, why?
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going
And, my friend, neither do I
Cloudy..."
Provocative clouds over the newly reopened Memorial Union Terrace, UW-Madison
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart.
Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language.
Do not now look for the answers. They cannot be given to you because you could not live them.
At present you need to live the questions.
Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answers, some distant day."
Rainer Maria Rilke
PS
Inspired by a very talented artist here
thanks,Alex.
:)
Common Tailorbird feeding chick @ fledging day -1. What is amazing about this bird is their ability to sew fresh leaf together to make their nest.
Common Tailorbird (Orthotomus sutorius)
The common tailorbird (Orthotomus sutorius) is a songbird found across tropical Asia. Popular for its nest made of leaves "sewn" together and immortalized by Rudyard Kipling in his Jungle Book, it is a common resident in urban gardens. Although shy birds that are usually hidden within vegetation, their loud calls are familiar and give away their presence. They are distinctive in having a long upright tail, greenish upper body plumage and rust coloured forehead and crown. This passerine bird is typically found in open farmland, scrub, forest edges and gardens. Tailorbirds get their name from the way their nest is constructed. The edges of a large leaf are pierced and sewn together with plant fibre or spider silk to make a cradle in which the actual nest is built.
Like most warblers, the common tailorbird is insectivorous. The song is a loud cheeup-cheeup-cheeup with variations across the populations. The disyllabic calls are repeated often.
Taxonomy and systematics
The scientific name sutorius means "cobbler" rather than "tailor" while Orthotomus means "straight-cutting".
The species was earlier placed in the family Sylviidae but more recent molecular studies place the species within the family Cisticolidae, along with Prinia and Cisticola.
A number of subspecies are recognized within its widespread range in South Asia and Southeast Asia. The nominate race is from the lowlands of Sri Lanka. Race O. s. fernandonis is found in the highlands of Sri Lanka. Neighbouring India has O.s. guzuratus in the peninsula and west to Pakistan while towards the north O. s. patia is found in the Terai of Nepal along the Himalayan foothills until Myanmar. A small population of O. s. patia is also found in the northern Eastern Ghats (Wangasara). The hills of northeastern India have O. s. luteus. In Southeast Asia O. s. inexpectatus and O. s. maculicollis are found in Thailand, Laos and Vietnam, Malaysia, Cambodia and Vietnam. South east China, including the island of Hainan, and Tonkin in Vietnam have O. s. longicauda while O. s. edela is found on Java.
Description
The common tailorbird is a brightly coloured bird, with bright green upperparts and whitish underparts. They range in size from 10 to 14 centimetres (3.9 to 5.5 in) and weigh 6 to 10 grams (0.21 to 0.35 oz). They have short rounded wings, a long tail, strong legs and a sharp bill with curved tip to the upper mandible. They are wren-like with a long upright tail that is often moved around. The crown is rufous and the upperparts are predominantly olive green. The underside is creamy white. The sexes are identical, except that the male has long central tail feathers in the breeding season, although the reliability of sexing data accompanying museum specimens used in determining this sexual dimorphism has been questioned. Young birds are duller. When calling, the dark patches on the sides of the neck become visible. These are due to the dark pigmented and bare skin that are present in both sexes and sometimes give the appearance of a dark gorget.
Behaviour and ecology
Tailorbirds are found singly or in pairs, usually low in the undergrowth or trees sometimes hopping on the ground. They forage for insects and have been known to feed on a range of beetles and bugs. They are attracted to insects at flowers and are known to favour the inflorescenses of mango. They also visit flowers such as those of Bombax, Salmalia for nectar and are sometimes covered in pollen, giving them a golden-headed appearance.
The birds roost alone during the non-breeding season but may roost side-by-side during the breeding season, sometimes with the newly fledged juvenile sandwiched between the adults. The roost sites chosen are thin twigs on trees with cover above them and were often close to human habitation and lights.
Breeding
The breeding season is March to December peaking from June to August in India, coinciding with the wet season. In Sri Lanka the main breeding periods are March to May and August to September, although they can breed throughout the year.
Although the name is derived from their nest construction habit, the nest is not unique and is also found in many Prinia warblers. The nest is a deep cup, lined with soft materials and placed in thick foliage and the leaves holding the nest have the upper surfaces outwards making it difficult to spot. The punctures made on the edge of the leaves are minute and do not cause browning of the leaves, further aiding camouflage. The nest lining of a nest in Sri Lanka that was studied by Casey Wood was found to be lined with lint from Euphorbia, Ceiba pentandra and Bombax malabaricum species. Jerdon wrote that the bird made knots, however no knots are used. Wood classified the processes used by the tailorbird in nest as sewing, rivetting, lacing and matting. In some cases the nest is made from a single large leaf, the margins of which are rivetted together. Sometimes the fibres from one rivet are extended into an adjoining puncture and appearing more like sewing. The stitch is made by piercing two leaves and drawing fibre through them. The fibres fluff out on the outside and in effect they are more like rivets. There are many variations in the nest and some may altogether lack the cradle of leaves. One observer noted that the birds did not utilize cotton that was made available while another observer, Edward Hamilton Aitken, was able to induce them to use artificially supplied cotton. The usual clutch is three eggs.
The incubation period is about 12 days. Both male and female feed the young. Mortality of eggs and chicks is high due to predation by rodents, cats, crow-pheasants, lizards and other predators. The young birds fledge in about 14 days. The female alone incubates according to some sources, while others suggest that both sexes incubate; however, both parents take part in feeding and sanitation. The males are said to feed the incubating female. An unusual case of a pair of tailorbirds adopting chicks in an artificially translocated nest belonging to a different pair has been recorded. Nests are sometimes parasitized by the Plaintive Cuckoo (Cacomantis merulinus).
In culture
"Rikki-Tikki-Tavi", one of Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book stories, includes a tailorbird couple, Darzee (which means "tailor" in Urdu) and his wife, as two of the key characters. Darzee's wife is said to have feigned injury, but this behaviour is unknown in this species. A classic book of children's folk tales in Bengali by Upendrakishore Ray is titled "Tuntunir Boi", after the local name for the species, tuntuni.
[Credit: en.wikipedia.org/]