Bark-ing up the wrong tree
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Le chevreuil est une espèce crépusculaire et nocturne. Son gite diurne se trouve dans les fourrés ou les buissons, les fougères ou les hautes herbes. De l'automne au début du printemps, les chevreuils vivent en général en petites bandes dont la constitution peut varier, mais dont les individus restent fidèles aux même cantonnements. En été, les animaux sont solitaires.
Le rut se situe en fin juillet et au mois d'août. Contrairement à beaucoup d'espèces semblables, le chevreuil mâle ne réunit pas une harde. Il se contente de poursuivre une femelle pendant une courte période, puis l'abandonne pour en trouver une autre. Si l'accouplement se produit à cette période, le développement de l'embryon ne commence qu'au mois de janvier.
La mise bas a lieu au mois de mai ou de juin. Elle est le plus souvent de deux jeunes
Le chevreuil se nourrit d'herbes, de feuilles d'arbres, de glands, de champignons, d'écorce et de bourgeons.
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Deer is a twilight, nocturnal species. Its daytime lodging is found in thickets or bushes, ferns or tall grasses. From autumn to early spring, deer generally live in small bands, which may vary in composition, but whose individuals remain faithful to the same cantonments. In summer, the animals are solitary.
The rut is in late July and August. Unlike many similar species, male deer do not gather a herd. He is content to chase a female for a short time, then abandons him to find another. If mating occurs at this time, the development of the embryo begins only in January.
The birth is in May or June. She is most often two young
Deer feed on grass, tree leaves, acorns, mushrooms, bark and buds.
Hello my amazing Flickr friends !
Today is a blue day at Color my World Daily and the theme at Looking close on Friday is tree bark. Tree bark brings back so many memories from my childhood. My Dad use to make any kind of tiny constructions for my sister and I to play with. We were very impressed with his skills. He had this tiny pocket knife and each time he got his hands on some old tree bark, he would make something awesome for us. I have a very vivid memory of a very, very elaborate (keep in mind he only had his tiny pocket knife to work with, no other tools or glue !) tree bark boat, it was made with several pieces and was big enough for our dolls to fit in and sail the seven seas…We played with that boat for days. So each time I see a piece of tree bark, I think about my Dad, the boat builder and the day dreamer… My Dad is like a tree, keeping our family together…giving away his bark just so his children and grandchildren can sail trough life safely and peacefully.
Have a beautiful day ! Mucho, mucho amor for you all !!
And just in case if you wonder: the tree bark in my picture is actually a wooden pencil. I could not resist buying those very cool looking but almost unusable (too hard to sharpen) tree bark pencils.
FYI: because of my renovation project I have to, constantly, move our stuff from one room to another on a very short notice !! So once again, I have to apologize for not answering your comments… I will try to catch up very shortly but for the next few days I’m afraid I will be M.I.A. (missing in action) !!!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and well!!
I should have been photographing my grandchildren climbing on the fallen trees but was taken with this small patch of bark detail on one of the trees. The resulting image was dry, dull & flat but returning a couple of days later after rain the colours and detail were really brought to life.
A creative edit of a section of Eucalyptus bark. Through my eyes it becomes sunset along the ridge in winter.
Bark beetles have killed most of the local pine trees over the last years. In the small white boxes on the ground new trees are planted.
Mottled and peeling layers of bark of a huge slash pine tree trunk, with deep fissures like a jigsaw puzzle.
A River Otter pops up through his fishing hole in the ice and gave me a bark. With their fur wet and icy it has that greasy look but when dry it has true furry look. Arf!
"As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on." - Woody Allen (American filmmaker, actor, and comedian).
The theme for Smile on Saturday for the 1st of June is "tree bark". Luckily for me, who has had a busy few weeks since the theme was announced, I needed to look no further than a great survivor in my own back garden. I have a flowering bottlebrush tree which has been buffeted by winds, struck by lightening, and been smothered by jasmine and wisteria. Yet in spite of all of this, it has survived, and after being reduced to a trunk most severely due to necessity, after a period of being dormant as it recovers, it suddenly sent forth new shoots! This is some of the bark from its trunk, upon which some moss is growing. The colour and texture from the bark truly is beautiful, and I hope that my submission for this week's theme makes you smile!