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A male Rose ringed Parakeet arguing with an intruding female. Captured at Diyasaru Uyana, Thalawatugoda, Sri Lanka
Marina of megayachts
In Vilanova i la Geltrú, Catalonia / Mediterranean
Maintenance works of a megayacht
Vilanova i la Geltrú has one of the most attractive ports in Europe. The Vilanova Grand Marina - Barcelona has been designated the 10th most beautiful port of the Old Continent by the Italian portal Marcopolo TV. The arguments that have raised him to this position are his specialization in superyachts, his location next to Barcelona and at the foot of the Garraf Natural Park and its services of cutting-edge technology.
These two magpies kept the same argument going for at least half an hour, probably longer. I was only in their part of the park for half an hour, and they were shrieking at each other and following each other from tree to tree when I arrived, and were still at it when I left.
Johnson-Springview Park, Rocklin, California. May 2018.
Turns out it was almost the full half hour (sorry Monty P). Two Lesser Black-backs having a right ding-dong
The warrior still does not realize that violence does not bring any solutions, that only communication, dialogue, discussion, argumentation, disputation are leading to solutions.
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Der Krieger wird seinem Namen im vordergründigen Sinn von Frieden = peace nicht gerecht aber dem eigentlich Sinn: FRIEDE- : umfriedeter (abgegrenzt durch Mauer, Zaun, Hecke,...) Besitz -MANN: althochdeutsch "man" Krieger
Hooded Crow (Corvus cornix) (also called hoodie)
Oban Bay Argyll - Scotland
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You never win with a Starling but this Woody stood his ground and started yelling that he was working out and did not want to be bothered, but to no avail, the Starling stood fast. A comical image for sure.
Thanks for visiting and for all the kind words always appreciated very much.
"I love how strangely nostalgic I feel at this time of year. I'm so alive!"
Pace yourself, Dad. Ranting of which: if winter is winter and spring is spring and summer is summer, why is fall autumn?
"I heard somewhere that the Innuit have forty names for snow!"
...Dad...name one.
"...I can't."
Well then. Some people don't like the autumn because-
"Let me stop you right there. It's not, "the" autumn. You can say, Some people don't like the fall, or you can say, Some people don't like fall, but you can't say, Some people don't like the autumn. It's just, Some people don't like autumn."
You're losing it. I've heard people say the autumn.
"Nope. Never."
For the sake of argument: Some people don't like the fallautumn because it brings on depression. In Dad's case, a kind of strange anxiety.
"It's not "the" fallautumn, just fallautumn!"
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Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, Ontario
544 Clancy 9yrs 48wks
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Amor, amor
Anda libre en el surco, bate el ala en el viento,
late vivo en el sol y se prende al pinar.
No te vale olvidarlo como al mal pensamiento:
¡lo tendrás que escuchar!
Habla lengua de bronce y habla lengua de ave,
ruegos tímidos, imperativos de amar.
No te vale ponerle gesto audaz, ceño grave:
¡lo tendrás que hospedar!
Gasta trazas de dueño; no le ablandan excusas.
Rasga vasos de flor, hiende el hondo glaciar.
No te vale decirle que albergarlo rehúsas:
¡lo tendrás que hospedar!
Tiene argucias sutiles en la réplica fina,
argumentos de sabio, pero en voz de mujer.
Ciencia humana te salva, menos ciencia divina:
¡le tendrás que creer!
Te echa venda de lino; tú la venda toleras;
te ofrece el brazo cálido, no le sabes huir.
Echa a andar, tú le sigues hechizada aunque vieras
¡que eso para en morir!
Gabriela Mistral
My evening trip to the North Yorkshire Moors a couple of weeks ago was rather disappointing, I think I’ve alluded to this in another post. The disappointment was mostly down to the condition of the heather, I was on one of the biggest moors in the area and it was a dry and dead wasteland, where it should of been bouncing with thick heather and cotton grass. The condition of the moor has mostly been blamed on the heather beetle by expert bodies like the moorland association and local press. However I did find healthy heather on the outskirts of the moor as this posted photo will testify. Are we saying these little insects don’t like the more sheltered areas and would be rather in the wind swept open moor. I have no reason to be a heather beetle denier, and don’t doubt they played a part in the heather destruction, but the elephant in the room is the experts avoidance to blame moorland management on the over zealous practice of heather burning, all in the interest of grouse shooting, to my eye I saw more evidence of burnt scrub than dead vegetation. I know there are for and against arguments for the practise which was originated by hill farmers for managing grazing area’s but now the status quo is unevenly balanced on the side commercial hunting and be damed the environment.
I know that is not so polite to overlook or overhear the conversation of some strangers... actually I was interested in shooting this beautiful small fountain near Via Babuino but “the laws of street photography” and very “speakable” poses of those men made me break the rules of politeness, especially it was “the time of closing arguments”...
Last Saturday, I made a nice hike with a friend. The pedometer nearly reached the 20km.
We came along a field with old sunflowers. That field was filled with birds, especially Bramblings. Beautiful bird, a visitor in the winter and coming from northern Europe.
Here are two of them in argument.
Sony A6700 + 200-600, handheld at a distance of about 15 mtrs.
Some tea stains. So treated them and laundered. Stains all gone. But now there are different ones. Re treat and re wash. I wonder if there will be an improvement!
its function is to make the worse appear better ;-)
George Santayan
HFF! Words Matter!
cosmos, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
In the Peak District there are high places where you can sometimes look down on flying Red Grouse but capturing a photograph is a different matter. Red Grouse can fly at 58-63 mph and locking onto such a small, fast moving target isn't easy, especially when the camera wants to focus on the background. They are much easier to capture against a sky background but I managed to take this shot recently after many failed attempts. The sun was low in the sky so it picked out the front of the grouse but you can see that its rear end, and the background moorland are both in shade.
And one final thing; It was an argument over which was Europe’s fastest game bird that led to the production of the Guinness Book of Records. On 10th November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver (Managing Director of Guinness Breweries) was with a shooting party in County Wexford, Ireland. Some Golden Plovers were shot at, and missed, which prompted a discussion as to whether they were Europe’s fastest game bird. Consulting reference books did not solve the issue, and it occurred to Sir Hugh that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in the 81,400 pubs in Britain and Ireland, but there was no book with which to settle arguments about records. He discussed the matter with Ross and Norris McWhirter to see if their fact and figure agency could help. The result was the first Guinness Book of Records being published in time for Christmas 1955.
the meeting room was cold. he stood, the argument unfolding. the gesture repeated itself, a rhythm of concentration. skin touched glass, searching for the precise word. the point of contact was the point of decision.
Screenshot: Quelle ProSieben
Der mit der großen Koalition stetig foranschreitende soziale Abbau, Armut, Arbeitslosigkeit und Beschränkung der Freiheitsrechte scheint bei den TV-Total-Zuschauern am Abend des 26.09.2009 endlich angekommen zu sein.
Zwar erschreckend, wie viele immer noch nichts verstanden haben und weiterhin die Zensoren und Armutsförderer-Partei CDU wählen, dennoch endlich ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung.
Die beiden Moderatoren Stefan Raab und vorallem Peter Limbourg, der wie ich schon aus einigen Blog- und Twitter-einträgen heute Morgen gelesen habe wohl ganze Scharen an asympathisanten, wie auch vor einigen Wochen der als "Hassmartin" bekannt gewordene bei 'Schlag den Raab', auf sich gezogen haben muss, waren sichtlich erschüttert und sehr verstört als die ersten Hochrechnungen im Studio eintrafen.
Eigentlich ein Armutszeugnis wie parteiisch TV Total da berichtet hat. Nachdem die Piratenpartei aber gar nicht erst eingeladen wurde, war das auch nicht anders zu erwarten.
Nur noch der Hinweis: Ich stimme Herrn Lafontaine zwar bei den meisten seiner Argumente zu, bin dennoch nicht linksgesinnt. Eigentlich sogar parteilos.
Sentado al borde del océano y con todas esas decisiones que tomar revoloteando a mi alrededor, el tiempo pasa y yo sigo perdido en desenredar la madeja de mis emociones. Al nacer nos tendrían que dar un manual de instrucciones, aprendiendo a vivir se llamaría, al fin y al cabo, nosotros no decidimos venir. Mi corazón en un extremo de la cuerda y mi cerebro en el otro. De momento ninguno parece ceder. Ambos tienen perfecta réplica a los argumentos del otro. Y yo, que soy la cuerda, estoy empezando a creer que terminaré rompiendo. La luna, en cuarto creciente, simplemente está. Le da igual lo que yo pueda estar pensando, sintiendo. Pronto estará llena de una luz que ni siquiera es suya. Cuando eso ocurra, espero haber encontrado el camino. Por falta de luz no será...
Tabaiba. El Rosario. Tenerife. Spain.
It was an argument over which was Europe’s fastest game bird that led to the production of the Guinness Book of Records. On 10th November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver (Managing Director of Guinness Breweries) was with a shooting party in County Wexford, Ireland. Some Golden Plovers were shot at, and missed, which prompted a discussion as to whether they were Europe’s fastest game bird. Consulting reference books did not solve the issue, and it occurred to Sir Hugh that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in the 81,400 pubs in Britain and Ireland, but there was no book with which to settle arguments about records. He discussed the matter with Ross and Norris McWhirter to see if their fact and figure agency could help. The result was the first Guinness Book of Records being published in time for Christmas 1955.
Bizarrely the question that was the reason for the creation of the Guinness Book of Records was not answered until the 36th edition in 1989: "Britain's fastest game bird is the Red Grouse (Lagopus l. scoticus) which, in still air, has recorded burst speeds up to 92.8-100.8 km/h 58-63 mph over very short distances. Air speeds up to 112 km/h 70 mph have been claimed for the Golden plover (Pluvialis apricaria) when flushed, but it is extremely doubtful whether this rapid-flying bird can exceed 80-88 km/h 50-55 mph - even in an emergency".
I used a shutter speed of 1/2000 to freeze the wings on this Red Grouse flying full pelt over the Peak District Moors.