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Western Marsh Harrier (Circus aeruginosus) male display flight Germany_w_0040
It's that time again, when our Marsh Harriers return from Africa & Iberia to get read for the coming breeding season. Males, like this lovely adult, arrive first, patrolling their 'patch' calling as they fly in soft nasal-whining call repeated twice.
Although the temperature is still pretty cold with ground frost these birds will wait, assess what has changed since last season and generally feed and wait until the arrival of his mate or another suitable mate if she fails to arrive. Migration over long distances can be hazardous.
The western marsh harrier (Circus aeruginosus) is a large harrier, a bird of prey from temperate and subtropical western Eurasia and adjacent Africa. It is also known as the Eurasian marsh harrier. The genus name Circus is derived from the Ancient Greek kirkos, referring to a bird of prey named for its circling flight (kirkos, "circle"), probably the hen harrier. The specific aeruginosus is Latin for "rusty"
Remember God's previous answers to prayer to have faith for the ones you're waiting on. - Kevin Shorter
At the end of the first fit-check day, 12 days before launch, the prime crew of the Soyuz TMA-20 (Dmitry Kondratyev, Paolo Nespoli, Cady Coleman) and the back-up crew (Anatoly Ivanishin, Satoshi Furukawa, Mike Fossum) are questioned about any discrepancies, complaints or requests. These will need to be addressed before the next final fit-check,a few days before launch. Baikonur, 4 December 2010
Dodici giorni prima del lancio, alla fine della giornata della prima ispezione da parte dell’equipaggio, l’equipaggio titolare (Dmitry Kondratyev, Paolo Nespoli, Cady Coleman) e l’equipaggio di riserva (Anatoly Ivanishin, Satoshi Furukawa, Mike Fossum) fanno rapporto indicando le discrepanze che hanno trovato e eventuali richieste addizionali. Tutto dovrà essere sistemato per la prossima e ultima ispezione che avverrà pochi giorni prima del lancio. Baikonur, 4 Dicembre 2010
Credit: ESA
at 2016 Rattlesnake Avoidance Training for Dogs, "Gov Snake" helps people recognize the differences between gopher snakes and rattlesnakes. "Gov Snake" is a Great Basin gopher snake (Pituophis catenifer deserticola). 1st of a series of pictures. Photo by Frank. .
Sin Edición . Ne Ŝanĝita . Not Edited
Ciudad de México, México
Q&A: Knowing which way to follow, even is not clear
- are the questions for the answers we already have real questions? Or am I just trying to get away with murder?
-if cigarettes killed your father, is it possible that they raped your mother?
-If freedom is a lady, then are feelings a young girl looking for an husband? Or freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose? Should I talk like this?
- When I'll be dead, will it be useful to bring me a cup of coffee, so that I can come back to life?
-To defend democracy, do we also have to practice it?
-Is masturbation at least sex with someone you love?
-A part for the mistakes we make, are we completely useless? Why am I looking forward to be useful for someone?
-If we want someone to take care about, should we really buy a dog? And what about the human touch of a dog?
-If pop music is just the moderne way to say " fuck me", could we say rock music was just the old way to say "fuck you"?
-If she's got him by the balls, is it so bad, or it just depends on the grip?
-if someone shoots you in a dream, should he wake up and apologize?
-Is Texas No Limit Hold'Em the Cadillac of Poker?
-Did God create the man just because a dildo can't open tans?
-If she says " we have to talk about something serious", how can I be sure we do to do it dressed?
-Is Jazz a "form", or it's just a collection of tags and tricks?
- If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, are you the sucker?
-If they ask you "how many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man)", does it make sense to answer " twentythree"? More? Less? Would you suggest I shouldn't answer?
-In a poker table, can you lose what don't put in the pot? Can you win much either?
-Isn't it easier to fight against the bottle when you're drunk?
-If Elton John calls you and says he wants his shirt back, should you buy a new one?
-Is it possible to have a first date with a girl who's born after Metallica's Master Of Puppets, or then you have to say you like Bon Jovi and puppets?
-When it rains, are we supposed to dance in the time between a drop and the next one?
-Does the american dream smell like vaseline?
-I'm fully convinced that Silvester Stallone speaks exactly like Bruce Springsteen. Do they both look insane?
-Is a Jewish princess with sunglasses, a brand new nose and titanic tits a smart way to work it out?
- Does cheating get it faster or it's just an hangover we don't deserve?
-What would Eddie Vedder think about me now? Would he think about me now? Am I too old to worry about Eddie Vedder's opinion?
-If the Red Hot Chili Peppers published "californication" 8 years ago, is it completely true that I'll be 30 just in time fon another "californication"?
-Can the Radiohead be the ones to blame if I don't have success with girls?
-What am I supposed to do with a full of aces if he goes "all in"? Do you think I should act like a ragged clown? Do you think i'm numb?
-In the poker game of life, are women the rake? Or in the rake game of life, women are a poker?
-Can you say to a girl "we have a depravation agreement, you can't leave me now" and still wait for her to come back?
-Do we need friends when we're right?
-If you're a dogman, half a dog and half a man, are you yourself's best friend?
-Is the coffee smell in the morning a good reason to wait until she wakes up?
-Is a Jack Daniel''s without a cigarette an incomplete sin? I mean, is it worhty?
-Is it wisdom not to get drunk all togheter, so that someone can drive home? How many times we think it's wisdom, and actually we're just afraid?
-Am I just too drunk to write something serious, or it's that having a bottle in front of you will always be better then a frontal lobotomy?
Weel, all those are just questions to the answers I already have,,, I just wanna know your answers... choose a question, and have some fun!
The performance of Nu Sass Productions' "Priscilla Dreams the Answer" (written by Walt McGough) at the Warehouse Theater at Fort Fringe, part of the 2011 Capital Fringe Festival.
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Yes, it was the Yellow-orange Fly Agaric (Amanita muscaria var. formosa)... the GUESS WHAT from two days before .....
A slightly poisonous Fungus or mushroom (or would you all call it toadstool then?) ... so not to use for pizza ... lol .... nor for mushroom dinners ....
Besides you want some physical problems ....or visions or deliriums ... it was used as halluzinogen in former times....
But beautiful it is ... one of the most beautiful mushrooms i know, seems to have jumped directly out of the fairy-tale universes .....
Sorry, the photographic quality is not the best. I have some wonderful pictures, taken with my macro lens, but somehow i cant upload them to flickr , as i am not at home and surfing only on a stick .....
So this image taken by the i-phone must do it for now ....
Wish you all great and tasty lunch - and dinner - meals ..... maybe mushrooms,, too , but not from this species ..... LOL
Love is the answer
to so many questions
it has the power
to make a heart soar
or break it in an instant
it comes in many forms
and levels of intensity
we wish for it
we work at it
we worry about it
at times we curse it
we love with all we are
even when it may be difficult
to love ourselves
we love a friend
nurture a child
adore a spouse
worship our God
not all love is true
often not returned
but as they say
it is better to have loved
for we are far
better a person
to be one who
has loved
and more importantly
allowed to BE loved.
Zulu had to be found, I knew that. Mr. Patton's lead seemed to be the only real one I had. Acting on instinct, I followed it. I dug up a bunch of financial records of Mr. Patton's. One of which was a gasoline bill for a large airplane. Where had it stopped for gas? Just a few hundred miles shy of Antarctica. This made the lead seem solid, and so I chased it.
I readied a jet to leave for Antarctica within the next five days, with Alfred piloting. Only he could know of this. I packed the suit I had designed for combat against Mr. Freeze, as Antarctica would be consistently below -20 degrees.
The plane ride took a while. During the flight, one thought would not leave my mind; why WAS Zulu even in Antarctica? Least of all with Bloodfall...
Once the cowl was over my head, Alfred opened one of the cargo doors for me to jump out of.
"Good luck, Master Wayne." He called out as I plummeted down towards the freezing earth below.
I landed atop an icy plateau, giving me a good view of my surroundings. To the left it was, well...mostly ice and more snow, but to the right I could make out a small grey building no more than ten kilometres away. I decided there might be some decent leads there, if anywhere.
I glided down off the plateau and landed in a snowbank. Luckily, my suit took most of the edge off the cold. I could clearly see the building now, and I began to jog towards it.
When I finally reached the building, I was fairly tired. The door was swinging open in the wind and making a spooky sort of whispering sound, beckoning me inside.
Once inside, a sudden uneasiness hit me. Was Zulu being held here? Had she gone insane and become a hermit? I had no idea, but I didn't feel good about even being there.
I climbed a short set of stairs. At the top were several dead bodies of men in odd militaristic black armour. Strangely, they all held German Heckler and Koch guns. Interesting. As I continued down the hall, I saw several more bodies, until I nearly tripped over one. Its head was barely on its shoulders, the blood sprayed on the wall had dried. Weeks old by now. I glance farther down the hall to see a large blade stuck in the wall. I walk up to it and begin tug. It takes a lot of effort, but it finally comes out. I look down at it once and immediately realize something disturbing; the blade is Zulu's, and there is blood on the hilt.
"When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.”
Oscar Wilde
Yoko Ono's Wish Tree at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden
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We were reviewing for our National Achievement Test (NAT) today and it was absolutely boring. The studying part, I mean. But in total, today was F U N.
I keep my answers small and keep them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bulwark to my fear.
The huge abstractions I keep from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.
But the big answers clamoured to be moved
Into my life. Their great audacity
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.
Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, I still hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow
And all the great conclusions coming near.
Photo captured on the Second Beach Trail via Minolta MD W.Rokkor-X 24mm F/2.8 Lens. Olympic National Park. Coast Range. Olympic Peninsula. Clallam County, Washington. Late May 2016.
Exposure Time: 1.3 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/22 * Bracketing: None
guys I am SO sorry for mumbling and making myself difficult to understand, but I was trying to do it fast as the video kept being too long.
I hope I'm not too awkward, ahahaha.
tagged people who are mentioned in the video!
PS - for the question "what photographers do you like to follow", I'm an idiot for not saying:
-Jeen Na
-Karrah Kobus
-Alex Stoddard
-Brian Oldham
-Bern Talanca
-Laura Makabresku
-Brendon Burton
-Erin Rena
-Parker Fitzgerald
-Grace Adams
-Grace Jones
yeaaaaaaah so a lot of people. and I know I'm leaving important ones out.
THE VIDEO HAS A DISLIKE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I don't blame them.
The question that everyone has ever asked themselves is this.Which strokes the inner zeal and wakes up the potent desire to reach the higher levels #MotivationalQuestion #ZealPuller @WomenOneOnline.
www.womenone.online/singlepost.php?page/Women/post/Answer...
(I don't own any Elder Scroll names,locations,etc.. They are property of Bethesda) I opened the heavy doors of Fort Dawnguard,the rusty hinges moving slowly. The fort itself was glorious more than ever.
Young vampire hunters training,and veterans cleaning their bloody weapons.
I walked up to one of the guards
-Where's Isran?
Guard- Dead..sir. Dour is in charge now.
-Dour?
Guard- Yes sir. Here he comes now.
A hooded man walked up to me
-I'm guessing you're Dour.
Dour- Correct. I was one of the solider in the raid of Castle Volkihar. It's an honor to meet you, Chosen One.
Dour stretched his arm forward,shaking my hand
-Hmm,I like what you've done with the place. Anyway.to get to the point,I need your help. I've been noticed by one Champion of Molag Bal. He wants me to pay for killing Harkon.
Dour- You got yourself in deep crap. We've been getting reports of multiple Vampire raids all over the Nine Holds,lead by..the Champion. A brute Vampire,strong enough to kill a bear with just one punch.
-I met him,he's not that scary.
Dour- Must be one of the copy cats he sends to scare the hell out of villagers. You have not met the real Champion, He never goes in alone.
When Dour finished,one of the soliders yelled "VAMPIRES! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK BY VAMPIRES!"
AN: HIIII PEEPLS!
Not the best build I know,butt oh well. So,cliffhanger! I'll be focusing on Skyrim and SW maily,and not as much on other builds. Next scene wil be pretty epic,so get ready! Fav,comment,all that good stuff and I'll see y'all later!
Once Sir Joseph of Baeth learnt of Lenfald's separation, he feared that Djorn and Roger were in danger on their way to Garheim. This fear was realized when he received a note stating that the traveling duo had in fact been captured at the Lenfald-Loreos border and were being held for ransom at the old Garhim embassy; roughly ten miles north along the western coast. At this same time Joseph had received an order to go fishing in Lenfald in order to spy on the province. Figuring this was a perfect time to do so, he proceeded to hire a crew, pack his wares and fishing rods, and load up the Rogue Spur for the rescue of Roger and Djorn.....
Several weeks had passed since their departure from Dalmunatha. It took time for Joseph to sail far enough south in order to steer clear of the Magic Isles and plot a very careful course through the Sea of Despair to reach the safer coasts of the Western side of Roawia. Upon arrival to the cliffs that held the old Garhim embassy, its banners changed to the colors of Lenfald, Joseph told his crew to prepare to be boarded with weapons at the ready- if they had previously kicked the Garhims out of the embassy, who knows what they would do to them as Loreesis.
Surprisingly enough however, Sir Joseph and his crew were met with open arms as they docked to the old embassy with dock hands helping to immediately unload the sea-wary contents of their journey. Djorn and Roger were waiting along the lookout just above the docks holding on to two beautiful women each with giant grins on their faces. Standing next to them was a Lenfel knight with a light grey beard and swept back hair, wearing black lapels, noting him as a higher lord. He yelled out, "What ho Sir Joseph! How thee fare on this fine day?! Did thy winds give you quick course to mighty Lenfald?!"
Not sure if this was a ruse or sincere question Joseph knew to keep his tongue witty and his sword close for this encounter. He called back to the lord,
"Greetings noble Lenfel! The winds were sure in helping us get 'ere at the best pace it could!" He began to walk up the stairs to talk to the noble more clearly, "I dont think we have had the pleasure of acquaintance, I am Sir Joseph of Baeth, merchant and knight of Loreos. I was requested to come rescue my two colleagues here, who seem to have both made themselves rather comfortable. I feel I have brought more than enough gold and treasure to negotiate with for their immediate release. Exactly who do I have the pleasure of doing business with my lord?"
At this, the "captured" duo had begun laughing while the noble wrapped an arm around the confused Joseph and gave out a hearty laugh too. Gathering himself, the high lord finally spoke to Joseph, "Nay Sir Joseph! Yer friends aren't our prisoners! Why they have been great fun in our little castle! That note was written just to scare ye to get yer booty out here sooner! Twas a big misunderstanding that has happened since the separation of Lenfald from the nations of Roawia. Thou first think we kicked out the Garhims from their embassy, tis a false accusation- all the occupants left when Garheim was in most dire trouble with the Queen's soldiers. We took up residence because we didnt want them damn filthy Dragon soldiers to find and take root in this abandoned outpost.."
He turned and gestured to Roger and Djorn, "And the capturing of these two twas a complete accident, I had not yet returned from the council meeting so when word of our separation began to incorrectly spread- the local militias deemed it best to start building a wall and patrolling the Lorseesi-Lenfel border which is where your companions were taken. Our most sincere apologies for this mistake, we do not request any form of ransom and if you'd like you can set up a booth in the courtyard and sell thy wares! Stay awhile and let thy crew rest from your long journey! Im sure many 'ere would love to buy some gems and trinkets! AH I almost forgot the pleasantries, I am Lord Jon of House Dragmar.'
Surprised at this revelation and indeed tired from his journey here, Joseph was still suspicious of this Lord Jon and those Lenfels around him. He decided it would be best to accept the invitation and let the crew rest for a few days so he could dig a bit deeper into the mystery that Lenfald had become... He accepted the high lord's apology and invitation to set up shop and rest for a couple days. He finished by giving a sly grin and asking a single question, "So Lord Jon, I have heard that Lenfald's western shores are home to some of the best fishing the realm has ever seen! I just so happen to have my fishing rods with me, would you be up for a spot of fishing tomorrow?"
The old Lenfel replied, "Well of course we have the world's best fishing! I will take you up on that offer Sir Joseph! Tomorrow at mid morning we shall fish!"
.......
It was summertime in Roawia and like the other nations, Lenfald's denizens were enjoying this time of peace. This gave the old embassy a very festive feel. Merchants were selling their wares, people were milling about and talking, children were laughing; jesters juggled and told jokes, the men were having fun practicing their archery and sword skills. Roger had met a cute baker so while he managed Joseph's booth, he allowed her to sell bread to hungry customers. Djorn was off of his shift so he resumed courting the fair ladies he had previously been seen with.
The Garhims had set up a rather good system of agriculture here so many were tending and harvesting the varieties of produce and food that was growing around the castle though the guard presence was quite large for such a small outpost...Joseph noticed this.
Just a few meters down from the dock that held the Rogue Spur was a wooden outlook that jutted out over the cliffs, a perfect spot for fishing. It was here that Lord Jon and Sir Joseph had cast out their lines and began to wait for something to bite.
"Ahhh... a lovely day ain't it Lord Jon?" Asked Joseph. Slipping the objective of spying to Roger and Djorn late in the night, he knew that the information the three could collect would be valuable to his Areani allies. Joseph had also given the Lord some of his strongest Loreesi ale at breakfast to loosen him up before their little fishing excursion.
"Yes, tis a great day after all Sir Joseph! Nothing quite like men of stature relishing in the simple enjoyments of the commoners."
Looking away, Joseph rolled his eyes and nodded. "Aye milord, tis always a surreal experience. Tell thee, what dost thou think of Lenfald's separation from the Roawia?"
"Not much to be honest with ya lad. Everyone be a little tenser with being afraid of how the other nations will react, but we will all get along in the end Im sure. I will tell ya what Joseph, I dont give much trust to them Loreesi or Garhim diplomats and politicians. Tis the tried and true men of Roawia, those who work its land and seas that I trust the most. Men like you lad... I will tell you this though my new friend, something you'd like to hear but cannot tell anyone..."
He leaned in close to Joseph, so close Joseph could smell the Loreesi ale on the high lord's breath.
"I heard something remarkable has happened that gives reason for the sudden movements of Lenfald's ships-- the reason why there wasn't a vessel stationed here upon your arrival. There are trusted rumors that us Lenfel's have discovered something." He pointed out to the sea, "Something out there...-"
His sentence was cut off by Joseph being startled by the sudden jerking of his fishing line. "AHA! I believe I caught me a fish!" He yelled as he pulled up a medium sized fish.
Broke from his drunken trance, Lord Jon exclaimed, "Oi! That is a fine lookin fish me boy! Let us cook it up and get more of that fancy ale of yours!"
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First off, sorry for the rather long story! But it is needed for the continuation of Sir Joseph of Baeth's story which will probably be shorter in upcoming installments.
(Also, apologies for the kind of crappy pics- my actual camera isnt working and my light box didnt fit this size MOC so a lot of photoshop was used in the first pic so sorry about that.)
Secondly, Wow! This was a big entry to both the Loreos Local Challenge LCXXII and the second Journeyman task of the Merchants guild!
This was originally apart of a display last year for a local Lego event here in the Northern Colorado area but I never got around to posting it as life got in the way and I wasn't sure how to incorporate this into my character's story at the time. The base had been sitting around while the original castle was taken down to build something for my next Merchants Guild task.
It was really my first attempt at building an actual castle for once and since it was intended for a display- I wanted an open area for easy viewing while keeping the castle modular so that is why it doesnt really have a keep or anything. But after my quick redux I think it turned out quite well!
If you've made it this far thanks so much for viewing! It's good to be actively building again and there is still quite a bit in store! :)
a woman leans in a near perpetual stoop, making sure this area of the Boudhanath temple was pristine. no small task, given the dust, winds, and thousands of pilgrims and tourists that circumnavigate the structure every day. she was not paid to do this. it was not her job, but her calling.
EXIF: 85mm, f/4.5, 1/1250 sec, ISO 100, hand held, no flash, raw.