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Southern Elephant Seal Weaner (Mirounga leonina) Not too long after they're weaned, their black fur changes into a shiny silver-grey coat. This beautiful grey is the distinctive colour for weaners, and one they will keep until it turns to a honey-brown colour over the course of a few months. Taken on South Georgia, Sub-Antarctic.
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Weaning is the greatest stress for calves.
One of research finding how to reduce stress - it is using simple nose flaps placed in calves. It is allows contact between the mother cow and calf but does not allow the calf to get to the mother’s milk.
I traveled 100 miles today to find them almost the same place as yesterday , no mother in sight , either she weaned them off or she was killed some how .They appear to me to be about 250 lbs maybe close to 300 lbs , I have seen photos with larger cubs with their mother , maybe they are on their own . They love feeding on the green grass and dandelions .
PS I think what got their attention was an ATV that roams around , I saw one later .
In the 8 images below the weaning process appears to last 3 days before the juvenile gull finally gives up and flies off to fend for itself.
Juvenile Glaucous-winged gulls are brown or gray with black beaks, and take four years to reach adult plumage. They peck the adult's red subterminal spot at the end of its bill in order to stimulate regurgitative feeding. Juveniles fledge at six weeks.
Gulls feed along the coast, scavenging for dead or weak animals, fish, mussels and scraps. In urban areas they accept food from people and peck open unprotected garbage bags in search of edibles. PS This probably explains how this juvenile survived 19 days away from the roof top nest and its parents. (Summarized from Wikipedia)
I found this little black bear enjoying some berries early morning in Banff National Park. The bear was quite small and I found myself looking for mama, but the youngster was all alone. I'm guessing in his second year and recently weaned.
Island Of Madagascar
Off The East Coast Of Africa
Palmarium Reserve
Lemurs belong to a group called prosimian primates, defined as all primates that are neither monkeys nor apes. Lemurs are considered the most endangered group of animals on the planet. These primates are only found in one small area of the Earth. Many species have small and decreasing numbers. There are a whopping 105 species of lemur, and they naturally come in a wide range of sizes.
Lemurs only live in one place in the world, Madagascar and the nearby Comoro Islands, which are off the coast of Mozambique in Africa. They occupy many different habitats: dry deciduous forests, spiny forests, rain forests, wetlands and mountains.
Lemurs are very social creatures and live in groups called troops. When lemurs are awake and active depends on their size. Most lemurs spend their awake time in trees. If they aren’t eating, lemurs like to groom each other or sunbathe.
Some lemurs are herbivores, which means they do not eat meat. They love fruit, but will also eat flowers, leaves, tree bark and sap. Other lemurs are omnivores and eat a variety of foods that include fruits, nectar, flowers and leaves with a side of insects, spiders and small vertebrates.
Baby lemurs are called pups. Many lemur species will cling to the mother’s belly for the first three to four weeks of life and then the pup will ride on her back until it is three or four months old. At three to six months the babies are weaned. Growing up can take one to three and a half years, depending on the species. This can be a short time when compared to how long lemurs live. Some lemurs can live up to 30 years. – Wikipedia
Antarctic Fur Seal Pup (Arctocephalus gazella) Antarctic Fur Seals are weaned at about 4 months old.
The calves have been weaned and shipped, and now the cows are going back to the mountains. There's still a lot of grass in the pasture and they will stay there until it's time to start feeding them hay.
...We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free...
Maya Angelou
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Their huge feet and claws enable them to walk on floating vegetation. In this species, females fight for the right to mate. The male builds a floating nest, incubates the eggs, and raises the young until they are weaned. The females are polyandrous and defend the nests of their mates.
Leurs pieds et leurs griffes énormes leur permettent de marcher sur la végétation flottante. Chez cette espèce, les femelles se battent pour le droit de s'accoupler. Le mâle construit un nid flottant, couve les œufs et élève les petits jusqu'à leur sevrage. Les femelles sont polyandriques et défendent les nids de leurs compagnons.
Shortly after weaning, young elephant seals progressively go into shallow inshore waters where they discover a new environment and learn how to use it. With no urgent need to find food, they quickly become curious about everything around them, including a diver.. Possession Island (cold) waters, Crozet Archipelago.
Dear Dilsey,
I have known you over half my life – you don't get to say that about an animal often in a lifetime; this is a privilege typically afforded to very young people, people around my age, and elderly (or spectral) parrot and turtle owners. When Scout passed two months ago, it was strange to consider how she had woven my twenties; with you passing, I have been confronting an even longer span of influence, a deeper origin point.
You and Rodya came to live with us in the summer of 2011. You had been rescued off a boat in South Jersey where you had been abandoned by your mother and subsequently fed by eyedropper. Once weaned off eyedropper milk, my brother and dad drove down to bring you home, two silky handfuls of tabby fur and purrs.
We called you "Boat Cats." Boat Cats became an incantation, a theme. In my mind, it intersected with vague childhood memories of “the Blue Bottle Sea” – a dark blue blanket my mom would throw on the floor for my brother and I to hang out on as small children. It also intersected with one of my favorite albums at the time, The Dust of Retreat, which had an abstract cover that looked to me like two cats on a boat, as well as many lyrics about boats and cats and mice. It also intersected with my brothers persistent quip of advice, “build a boat;” the Boat Cats were wise enough to navigate any waters.
At the time you arrived, I was perhaps at an equally troubled pitch as when Scout arrived – perhaps there is some kind of misery-to-pet quota going on in my life. I had eaten almost no solid food for months, in the throes of a terrible tango of severe stomach problems and anorexia. I was terrified to eat, yet was terrified I was going to die. There were two wolves in me, you could say. And then, all the sudden, there were two kittens – and taking down the wolves was no feat for these beasts.
At the beginning, I couldn't tell you and Rodya apart, and worried about this. But in time you differentiated, in both appearance and personality and lore;
You were the one with a more independent temperament, with more tigerlike stripes and wise, owl-like eyes. You were the huntress, catching mice and cave crickets while your brother Rodya lazed around. Yet you were so small, and had legs so short, we wondered if you had kitty dwarfism. Similarly, you ate and drank so strangely, in such stuttering gasps, that had to check you for a cleft palate.
Your meow was “pathetic,” affectionately. You chirped instead of purred. You had a proclivity for playing in toilets (theorized vestiges of boat origins) – and you would act unhinged after using your own toilet, meowing the same victorious meow as when you caught a mouse, then flinging yourself across the room chaotically.
You were the one who “danced” in Duncan’s bedroom, him waving his drumsticks in the air for you to bat at and bite. It was you who we “lost” several times only to find inside his kick drum, where you’d found a nap-worthy blanket. It was you who would hunt for mice in the basement’s drop ceiling, terrifying my brother, who thought you were a giant rat or squirrel – and it was you who played similar tricks on me, sneaking into my room only to make your presence known hours later in the dead of night.
It was you who would puff up ten times your size when a stranger cat came up to the screen door. You who would practically do a headstand to let us know you wanted to be pet. You who meowed at my mom at all hours of the night, her obligingly meowing back. You who knew how to open doors, including bathroom doors, and was not interested in letting us know peace. It was you who was my dad’s “girlfriend,” because he would spend up to an hour every night holding you while listening to music, sometimes even by the light of the Christmas tree – so romantic.
It was you, Dilsey, whose sibling cat died, but would still only eat from your side of the food bowl. You who for the past six years I fancied as walking with a ghost cat by your side. You who, post Rodya’s demise, claimed a basement storage room filled with old computer towers and monitors as home. We called it your "Princess Palace,” and the lore became -- somehow -- that you were controlling our internet connection from there, as well as running the stock market (if you notice any issues with the Internet or the stock market in the coming months, well, Dilsey is irreplaceable).
The day before I found out you had to be put to sleep, I saw Rodya out of the corner of my eye. I don’t think I could have consciously conjured his gait if I tried, but in that moment I saw him as he had been in life – his bold, long-legged saunter, his liquid-crystal eyes of concerned pursuit. He was headed towards your Princess Palace. If there is such a thing as Ghost Cats, that was undoubtedly him coming to get you.
Thank you for doing such a good job steering the boat of our lives, Dilsey. You were a purring constant. Your beautiful green eyes stare out from all the most peaceful corners of my memory, and your absence cuts me down to the rings of childhood. You will always be the pet that saw me through the longest period of my youth, and I will always be grateful for your quiet love and guidance through all the ups and downs.
As my brother and I both said independent of each other: we hope you are with Rodya on a great boat, sailing the cosmos, at one with all of creation.
Meow,
Hanna
Seal pups stay with their mother for only about three weeks before they have weaned and built up adequate reserves. At this point they stay within the group but left to fend for themselves. At Horsey every year fifty percent of all seal pups perish and with this years cold weather and rough seas the numbers are a little higher. This pup was found isolated in the rocks making up a breakwater on the beach. There are always Seal Supervisors at Horsey during the day at breading time so this little and very young pup was being well looked after. The sightings for today, 3600 Atlantic Grey Seals. On the walk from Horsey Windpump out onto the marshes although a bitterly cold and windy day yielded some other good sightings.
Grey Seals
Muntjac
Roe Deer
Brent Geese
Marsh Harrier
Little Egret
Cattle Egret
Great White Egret
Snow Bunting
Stone Chats
Oyster Catchers
Grey Herron
Mute Swans
Lapwings
Cormorants
Crow
Rook Raven
Little Grebe
Reed Bunting
Great Tit
Blue Tit
Long Tailed Tit
Wren
Green Woodpecker
Jay
We are also seeing another Bunting here, Beccles Fen and along the Norfolk and Suffolk coast at Kessingham and Sizewell that looks suspiciously like an Lapland Bunting, ID to be confirmed.
This young bear was weaned this spring when Mama had new cubs and he has not left the area. I was sitting on the patio photographing hummingbirds when he popped his head up behind my garden. I took a quick shot and expected him to run off like before but even though he saw me, he stuck around and eventually came closer. There are two houses under construction down the street and the workmen at both have commented excitedly about the bear when I have walked by with Wylie. I'm afraid they may be feeding him and he is getting accustomed to it and to people. Not good. Two years ago three bears in our old neighborhood had to be captured and relocated to the backcountry because they were deemed nuisance bears, getting into garbage cans, unlocked cars and even houses. If a relocated bear makes its way back to its old haunts, it is recaptured and euthanized. This is why I have to put my bird feeders away during the summer (which I hate to do!) and only put them back out when the bears go into hibernation.
Island Of Madagascar
Off The East Coast Of Africa
Andasibe-Mantadia National Park
Lemurs belong to a group called prosimian primates, defined as all primates that are neither monkeys nor apes. Lemurs are considered the most endangered group of animals on the planet. These primates are only found in one small area of the Earth. Many species have small and decreasing numbers. There are a whopping 105 species of lemur, and they naturally come in a wide range of sizes.
Lemurs only live in one place in the world, Madagascar and the nearby Comoro Islands, which are off the coast of Mozambique in Africa. They occupy many different habitats: dry deciduous forests, spiny forests, rain forests, wetlands and mountains.
Lemurs are very social creatures and live in groups called troops. When lemurs are awake and active depends on their size. Most lemurs spend their awake time in trees. If they aren’t eating, lemurs like to groom each other or sunbathe.
Some lemurs are herbivores, which means they do not eat meat. They love fruit, but will also eat flowers, leaves, tree bark and sap. Other lemurs are omnivores and eat a variety of foods that include fruits, nectar, flowers and leaves with a side of insects, spiders and small vertebrates.
Baby lemurs are called pups. Many lemur species will cling to the mother’s belly for the first three to four weeks of life and then the pup will ride on her back until it is three or four months old. At three to six months the babies are weaned.
Growing up can take one to three and a half years, depending on the species. This can be a short time when compared to how long lemurs live. Some lemurs can live up to 30 years. – Wikipedia
It is so lovely to see and feel the affection a cow has for it's calf .
Most of the calves bar maybe 3 are big enough to be weaned and most of them have weaned themselves but still sneak to the milk bar to get a slurp of mum's milk.
Some of the calves are so big that they are actually bringing the cows down and they are losing condition, simply because they are putting their all into feeding their calf.
We have separated a few of the calves from mum to try and build her up again and in the process it will wean the calves.
The first few days the calves bellowed for mum and one of the cows became quite depressed, while the other one was happy to be free lol. It's been 2 weeks now and we have had all the herd together again and even though the calves wanted mum, she was no longer interested in her calf.
The cows have picked up condition and looking healthy and stronger. The calves are also doing well.
Thoroughbred foals, once weaned, are separated from their mothers and placed in large enclosures, different pens for males and females.
There they begin their relationship life with the other foals, forming a real herd.
In this way they live their youth in a playful and "wild" way, before being tamed and launched into their sporting profession.
Now is the best time to observe and photograph them and there is one thing I immediately noticed, their desire for contact with other foals.
They painfully lost contact with their mothers and now they look for the attention and affection received from the mothers in the other elements of the herd. All this I learned in a few minutes by observing them, and in particular these two foals, absolutely spectacular in terms of expressiveness in their relationship.
Here and in the previous photo, the foal on the right fills his friend with attention, trying to arouse a similar attitude in him. The answer of the other is peremptory and already explains the hierarchy within this friendship.
Fantastic animals the horses !
Puledri giocosi
I puledri purosangue una volta svezzati sono separati dalle madri e messi in ampi recinti divisi per sesso. Li cominciano la loro vita di relazione con gli altri puledri, formando un branco vero e proprio.
Vivono così in maniera giocosa e "selvaggia" la loro gioventù, prima di essere domati ed avviati alla loro professione sportiva.
Ora è il momento migliore per osservarli e fotografarli e c'è una cosa che ho subito notato, la loro voglia di contatto con gli altri puledri.
Hanno perso con dolore il contatto dalle madri ed ora cercano negli altri elementi del branco, quella attenzione ed affetto, ricevuta dalle mamme. Tutto ciò l'ho imparato in pochi minuti osservando il branco, ed in particolare questi due puledri, assolutamente spettacolari quanto ad espressività nel loro relazionarsi, emozionante in certi frangenti.
Qui e nella precedente foto, il puledro di destra riempie di attenzioni il suo simile, cercando di destare in lui analogo atteggiamento. La risposta dell'altro è perentoria e già spiega la gerarchia all'interno di questa amicizia.
Animali fantastici i cavalli !
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Squirrels mate once or twice a year and have their young between three to six weeks later, the young are born naked toothless and blind, normally it is the female who looks after the young and they are weaned between six to ten weeks. Unfortunately many squirrels die in the first year of their life, but they can have a lifespan of 5 to 10 years in the wild and in captivity they can have a lifespan of 10 to 20 years. The front teeth of the squirrel grow throughout its life and the cheeck teeth are set back behind a wide gap for chewing their food. Squirrels cannot digest cellulose therefore they must rely on foods rich in protein, during the colder months of the year this can be very difficult because some of the food they have buried have started to grow making the food not edible and they now have to rely on new tree buds etc.
I used to take most of my flower macro shots head-on straight down. To wean myself off that I started taking them three-quarters on like this one. Now I seem to have another problem. Next I think it had better be sideways on… then from behind? There’s nothing like varying one's obsessive behaviours ;)
This was taken at the RHS garden at Wisley in May, with the vintage lens. I’m pretty sure it’s a rose, but I was pointing the camera at anything with petals on the day…
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Macro Wednesday :)
Southern Elephant Seal (Mirounga leonina). After suckling her pup for about twenty-eight days, the mother elephant seal shuts off the supply of rich milk. The mother weans her pup abruptly so that she can return to the sea and replenish her depleted nutritional supplies after having fasted since coming ashore to give birth.
In so doing, she will leave her pup, now re-named 'weaner', to fend for itself on the beach. By mid-March, all of the females have left their weaned pups to return to the sea in search of much-needed food. The beach is then composed almost solely of weaners with a few large males left to protect them from amorous younger males until they are mature enough to take care of themselves. Their natal beach will, in most instances, remain their home for the following month or so, as they largely live off the fat reserves built up from suckling.
Left to their own devices, they sleep quite a bit in groups known as weaner pods, lying next to and on top of each other. During the time they are awake, they move around the beach communicating with one another by making shrill calls.
Not too long after they're weaned, their black fur changes into a shiny silver-grey coat. This beautiful grey is the distinctive colour for weaners, and one they will keep until it turns to a honey-brown colour over the course of a few months.
I waited and talked to this little baby elephant seal trying to coax him to turn around and look me straight in the eye, but no luck. St. Andrews Bay, South Georgia
Well, here is my gorgeous 7 month old baby boy. I don't post many shots [face] of my children now but they are an important part of my life so every so often I will. Anyway, 4 weeks into weaning and he seriously eats more than Violet. I can't believe how much this boy can put away. It's made the whole process very enjoyable but blimey do I have to be organised with menus.
CZ post a lunch of sweetcorn and carrot followed by banana and nectarine. On a positive note though, he's sleeping through and cruising for the 91st centile...not bad for someone born at the 7th with suspected intrauterine growth restrictions.
Sorry have been weaning myself a bit from flickr..(plans for returning to a job before too long)....and will work a routine which will give my friends a bit more attention..but still in the working process. So please forgive me if I do not or have not gotten to you.
Still loving you guys....very much!!!...& always shall....xoxoxo
He/she was literally blocking the trail! And dead to the world, dozing in the sun. I was regretting not wearing different shoes, as my ancient trainers were promptly soaked thru, from last night's rain.
I had seen this his little guy ('little' by E-seal standards -- he already outweighs me!) on this beach a few days ago, with a HUGE scab of tar stuck to his head. I reported him, and I guess Friends of the E-Seals responded -- they had moved the CAUTION signs, and he had a fresh tag on his rear flipper. He's lying on the side that had the tar -- but he did wake up as I was trying to squeeze past him on the way out, and I think the tar was gone.
The two Black Clydesdale foals.
Filly on the left and colt on the right.
The colt has now been weaned for about ten days. He is coping perfectly well without his dam’s milk or attention. He is very curious and boisterous, but very gentle and loves the ministrations of humans. His human parents are currently building a new stable for him...He will become a full stallion and won’t be able to play with this wee filly, or her dam, for very long...
The wee girl refused to be weaned - She just burst through the makeshift fence to get back to her dam. She is about five/six weeks younger than the colt, so maybe in about another month’s time. She is very cuddly and loves to interact with humans, too. She knows her own mind, though, and is very focused. She takes no nonsense from her older cousin!
At the moment, these two share a huge field with the filly’s dam, while the other two, the colt’s dam and her long-time friend, the big male, are free to roam around in another huge field.
Here, their humans were continuing training the filly’s dam - she was part of a semi-wild herd in Saskatchewan, Canada, before being brought to Scotland, so she has never been ridden. The two wee ones are very interested and, I think, quite envious...Horse whispering is the term for this and no harsh treatment (!) is EVER employed. These beautiful horses are pets! But they do need to be kept interested/engaged/challenged as they are so smart, and love to be entertained in the school...a great big outdoor, sand-floored paddock for training/playing.
The foals are still very young. He is about eight months old and she is about six and half months. They are just amazing to watch, and to play with them is wonderful.
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
“May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong,
And may you stay...
Forever young.”
Bob Dylan
His favorite color was pink. Despite having been born on Halloween, swaddled in orange and weaned on pumpkin, he had a thing for pink. All shades of it-- baby pink, bubble gum pink, cherry blossom, cosmos, quince, cone flower, magenta, mauve, watermelon, sunset skies in winter-- he loved them all. These shades showed up everywhere, in his school notebooks, in patches on his jean jacket, in his polo shirts, in bandanas on his wrist, in his Converse tennis shoes, and even in his hair. ¶ On the day that he crossed over, the velvet curtains parted and fluttered in the breeze. Salty tears spilled on the hardwood floor. I planted rose geraniums and Sarah Berhnardt peonies. After the memorial service, I watered his grave with hibiscus tea and rose water. I wrapped my grief in a pink silk scarf and buried it along with his boyhood treasures, nestled in the roots of the Yoshino cherry tree. ¶. A couple of months later, in the sweetness of an early summer evening, I was sitting on the porch as night fell. Lightening bugs were abundant that year, the gardn aglow with hundreds of them. Out of nowhere, a pink flash caught my eye. It came closer and closer. A pink-bottomed lightening bug landed on my hand, wrapping me in fluorescent light. She then disappeared into the night. ¶. Stargazer lilies sang me a lullaby, and I drifted off on a pillow of rose petals, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep. The sky was on fire when I awoke, cotton candy clouds hovering above the trees. ¶. Pink is the color of innocence. Pink is the color of rebirth. Pink is the color of hope. ¶. For Ryan: 10/31/89-04/28/2008.
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