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Colaptes melanochloros es el nombre científico del pájaro carpintero real. Pertenece a la familia Picidae que está formada por 212 especies distintas de distribución cosmopolita, con excepción de Magadascar, Australia y Oceanía.
Esta especie habita en la República Argentina y América del Sur en general. En la Argentina, mora en las provincias del norte, el litoral y una parte de Río Negro. Se lo puede encontrar en bosques naturales, aunque también está adaptado para vivir en parques urbanos.
Representan un alto grado de especialización en su locomoción trepadora y en la capacidad que poseen de perforar con el pico los troncos de árboles para extraer larvas e insectos que son su sustento.
Sus patas son grandes con largos dedos, dos de ellos dirigidos hacia adelante y los otros dos hacia atrás. Las uñas constituyen verdaderos ganchos que le permiten casi clavarse en los troncos verticales.
La cola tiene las timoneras rígidas, fuertes y puntiagudas que le sirven de fuerte apoyo para golpear con el pico los troncos, a modo de martillo. Para esta función poseen fuertes músculos especiales en el cuello y en la cabeza.
La lengua es muy larga y retráctil y el pico es fuerte y cónico, terminado en punta como de cincel o de tijera.
Su plumaje es duro, poco abundante y rígido. A esta especie se la suele llamar también carpintero de nuca roja debido a la mancha carmín que tienen machos y hembras.
So much has worn me down health-wise this year & I’ve felt so far from myself because of stress.
I’ve finally been able to verbalize and admit to myself that this has been the hardest year of my life since 2010 when my mother died. I knew selling a home & buying in another state would be stressful no matter what. What I don’t think I could have anticipated was a year like 2024 where we both got Covid for the first time (which had lasting impacts) and the genocide in Gaza ravaging the world. I fundamentally changed and that year left me a different person than who I have ever been. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Following that with a year that started with 70 days of varying degrees of headache to all encompassing migraines (leading to an MRI and medical action plans).
Then we started in earnest to do the home dance. Allowing people into my home repeatedly with no real control turned me inside out. My agoraphobia sky rocketed and everything felt impossibly hard.
From the start of the year we’ve had to face a new type of nightmare in our news, US domestic government, and life overall. Everything feels surreal most of the time.
I’ve had such a fog in my mind while I more or less had to shut entire parts of myself down and compartmentalize until I could get through other more immediate needs on my energy and time.
The stress, the uncertainty, the discomfort lead to me more or less giving up on having a human body. I rarely drank water, I stopped moving my body entirely, I spent every moment I wasn’t actively doing The Things I Had To Do™️ (or occasionally taking photos) laying down or crying. I could barely wash my face, brush my teeth, or take a shower. I know my photo stream gives one of those picture perfect storylines of how the last year has gone because I am pretty ok at composition and framing (and admittedly take good self portraits).
The reality is I’ve struggled more overall than I had ever let on.
This week I’ve been sorting photos & found some that dusted my brain off. Photos that reminded me of how even when some years like 2017 (the photos with just my torso) when I had just bought my first house with my ex and realized the relationship may not last because my sobriety hadn’t really changed anything between us. Or 2020 (the photo of me lying down in a Skeletonwitch tshirt and the 3 photo collage) the year of Covid and the year I finally ended that relationship after giving it everything I had for 3 more years while that global pandemic was happening.
Both were unimaginably difficult I was still able to lean into reflection, listening to my body and mind, and working to find the life changes I needed to be a happier and more balanced Nix. The photos feel like a talisman or a magical catalyst to remind me of my power. My routines are returning to me and I can feel the joy they bring. I am waking up.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. This is stuff I usually keep for my online blog, but I was feeling verbose and brave and wanted to share here too. I really value the connections I’ve been making being back on Flickr and the site and the people have been one of the bright spots for me through all of this.
After hearing all these stories about the Long March and the Battle of Luding Bridge, I am ready for some spicy Sichuan food.
The Real Thing
2014
In collaboration with Martien Würdemann
L 50 cm W 70 cm H 165 cm
A distilling installation that turns Coca-Cola back into clean drinking water.
Made possible by Synthetic Organic Chemistry Group,
University of Amsterdam and TU/e
Photos by Ronald Smits
Photo taken at "Dream Out Loud" exhibition at Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam.
El Pavo Real, es quizá uno de los animales mas exóticos y admirados por el mundo entero, debido a la espectacular cola que tienen los machos y que maravillan a todos a desplegarla. Es una de las dos especies del Género Pavo y pertenece a la familia de los Phasianidae.
Nombre Popular: Pavo Real
Nombre Científico: Pavo cristatus
Clase: Aves Galliforme
Género: Pavo
Familia: Phasianidae
Características:
El pavo real es un ave muy territorial, muy poco volador, ya que solo vuela para subirse a algún árbol donde permanecerá quieto para pasar la noche.
El Pavo Real macho, en edad adulta puede llegar a pesar hasta 5 kilogramos aproximadamente, mientras que la hembra adulta, alcanza un peso estimado de 3 kilogramos. Así mismo, el pavo real macho puede medir hasta casi dos metros y medio de longitud, mientras que la hembra, sólo la mitad.
Su esperanza de vida es aproximadamente de 15 años, sin embargo se encuentran registrados casos de poco mas de 20 años de edad.
Existen diferencias en cuanto a plumaje y color entre el pavo rea macho y hembra. El primero tiene un plumaje azul en la cabeza, y alrededor de ella se encuentra el hermoso copete de plumas de colores azules y verdes, que despliega en circunstancias en que se quiere defender, marcando su territorio, e incluso para atraer a la hembra. Este copete solo puede abrirlo a partir de los 3 años de edad, y como el plumaje va cambiando en época de otoño el macho se quede sin este atractivo. Cabe destacar, sin embargo que ese abanico de plumas no es la cola del animal, la cola por lo general pasa desapercibida.
La hembra, por su parte se caracteriza por tener un plumaje de color ceniciento, blanco, con algunas tonalidades verdes cerca del cuello.
Ambos generan un sonido particular, similar al maullido de un gato.
Please notice that these were taken yesterday --- Yea!! Of course I'm not happy about another bird hitting my window, but being able to photograph this tiny little boy for several minutes was incredible. The bump didn't sound too loud, but I looked outside, I saw nothing but this Purple Finch's head sticking out of the snow. I rushed out to help, and even though he didn't seem injured, he let me pick him up and bring him inside to brush off the snow and warm him up and make SURE he was OK.
He never fussed or flew around --- just sat in my hand calmly and took a look around as I held him up to the window for better light and hopefully better images of his wonderful feathering and color. He never had the crimped claws or dizzy look in his eye of an injured bird, so I made haste to let him go pretty quickly when I realized he seemed all right. (less than 3 minutes) That was the ONLY time he started fluttering. I think he liked my warm hand and my warm home, and would have wanted to stay a while longer.
That's all it took --- holding such a tiny, soft, creature for just a short while ----- to cause my heart and soul to soar in Gratitude once again!!! The hell with the fact my camera doesn't do what I want it to do --- and that I m looking through a Glass window at the Lovely world outside, and wishing I could be out there just melting into that loveliness and feel like I was "one with Nature" as I usually feel most of the time when I'm outdoors. I don't know what's made me hunker down inside so much lately -- I know it has something to do with old neighbors, new neighbors, a bitchy land lady -- fear of my dogs upsetting someone else, you name it, I've been stewing about it for far too long!
It's snowing gently right now and I just pulled on my Winter boots for the First time since last year.
AND HEY, I held a Glorious little Purple Finch in my HAND yesterday -- and it's heartbeat connected with my heartbeat and I am off into the wild white yonder for a bit!!!