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i'd love to change the world
ten years after
Oh, yeah
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Here are 30 illustrations from the book Elektroschutz in 132 Bildern. These diagrams outline causes of electrical accidents
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This photo was taken back in November and has been on my website for months (it circulated Tumblr really quickly when I put it on my website), but I never uploaded it here. It was a super rainy day, but these guys were troopers! I was also happy that I didn't electrocute myself during this shoot (I've gotten shocked a few times before from using my gear in rain).
A Skitarii Ranger of the Adeptus Mechanicus is a hunter of sentient creatures in the same way that tech-priests are hunters of knowledge -- the enemies of the Omnissiah in particular. Skitarii Rangers are the unstoppable cyborgs of the Skitarii Legions that do not rest until the bloody deed is done, for they are driven ever onward by the imperative to locate their foes and ensure their destruction.
They do this not by Drop Pod strikes launched from above, nor by sudden teleportation into the midst of the enemy, but by stalking their quarry over the course of solar weeks or even months until it can run no more. Once the designated target is in their crosshairs, the air fills with the thump and crackle of Galvanic Weaponry, even as the Skitarii continue their restless advance. The stink of electrocuted corpses is never far behind.
As with so much of the Cult Mechanicus' business, the truths of the Skitarii's creation are kept a close secret. Some are vat-grown or cloned, whilst others are repurposed from mind-wiped convicts or warriors handed over as punishment for failure or desertion. Regardless of origin, all find a fanatical faith in the Omnissiah soon after their inception. It is then that their true transformation begins.
Without exception the Skitarii have pallid bodies of puckered flesh and sutured cybernetics. Ceramic valves and adamantium sockets stud hard knots of translucent muscle. In imitation of the ancestor cohorts that first ground their limbs to stumps upon the dunes of Mars, the Skitarii cut off their lower legs and replace them with prostheses of inviolate alloy. Even the brains of these warriors are grotesque hybrids of grey matter and twisting neurocircuitry.
One who looked for consistency in Skitarii augmentations would be sorely disappointed. A soldier of the Mechanicus may have a punchcard skullslot and leather bellows for lungs, whilst at the same time housing quantum bioware in his brain.
It is often said that were one of these enhanced warriors to be rendered down, traces of nearly every element known to Humanity could be found somewhere in the remains. The tech-priests know this to be no exaggeration, for dissection is but one of the dark fates a Skitarius might undergo in order to satisfy his masters' predatory curiosity.
The most blessed of Skitarii pass a point called the "Crux Mechanicus," their body more machine than flesh. Those that reach this stage of mechamorphosis are known as "Skitarii Alphas."
Dogs Rescued from South Korea Dog Meat Farm Now Safe in California
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Humane Society International shuts down second farm, to end dog meat cruelty and find dogs loving homes
Fifty-seven dogs and puppies have been rescued from a dog meat farm by Humane Society International and Change for Animals Foundation in South Korea. The dogs are now on their way to new lives in Northern California. The dogs range from beagles, poodles, and Korean Jindos to large Tosas and have spent their entire lives in small, filthy, crowded cages exposed to all weathers on the farm, waiting to be killed for their meat.
Millions of dogs suffer across Asia for the cruel dog meat trade. Most are snatched from the streets, but South Korea is the only known Asian country to have a farming industry that produces dogs solely for meat. HSI and CFAF are partners in a consortium that is campaigning to end the trade and is engaging dog meat farmers in South Korea to transition them to alternative livelihoods, such as crop growing. In this case, HSI agreed to remove all the dogs and be responsible for their rehoming.
The farmer involved had bred dogs for meat for 20 years and is part of an industry that sees upwards of two million dogs consumed in South Korea each year. Facing criticism from family members for his participation in this trade, the farmer was eager to work with HSI to close his farm and start a new life raising produce.
The dog meat trade is brutal, and the method of slaughter grisly. Most dogs raised for meat in South Korea are electrocuted in full view of others awaiting the same fate.
Dog adoption in South Korea is limited to mostly small, purebred dogs. Public awareness campaigns are needed to highlight the cruelty of the trade, and close the gap in perception between “pet dogs” and “meat dogs” so that eventually in-country dog adoption becomes possible. Investigators have found that even dogs bred to be pets can end up part of the industry if nobody buys them. HSI’s long term objective is to encourage the Korean government to assist farmers to transition to alternative, more humane activities.
In January, HSI and CFAF rescued 23 dogs from a South Korean dog meat farm, and worked with the farmer to convert to growing blueberries. All those dogs are now living in the United States with new families or undergoing rehabilitation with our Emergency Partner Shelters.
More info :
www.hsi.org/news/press_releases/2015/03/dogs-rescue-south...
Here are 30 illustrations from the book Elektroschutz in 132 Bildern. These diagrams outline causes of electrical accidents
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It works!
No I don’t light up my dogs with electricity but…
Yesterday:
Me: Lassie, fetch!
Las: I’m going! Oh no! the ball goes in the water! Too bad, I won’t take it!
Me: Come on!
Can: Oh! I’ll do it! This water tastes strange… is that ok?
Me: don’t worry pick the ball!
Can: Here it is!
Then Can had her prize-treat and her fetch-play and Las…?! Nothing but:
Me: Las, no you will go in the water and I’ll take a shot!
Las: Are you crazy???
Me: no more fetch if you don’t do it!
Today:
Me: Lassie, fetch!
Las: I’m going! Oh no! the ball goes in the water!...well…I’ll do it!
And she did it!
Have a Furry Flashing Friday my friends!!!
PS
The team made up of Albert the genius, Nikola master of lightning and Leonardo the flying man is fighting against the team made up of Vincent the artist, Amadeus the musician and (last but not least!) Steven the director... Who will win this incredible battle of master builders?
They are all really powerful: at the center of the action there is Amadeus using his mighty ability of throwing notes from his music sheet while Nikola electrocutes one of the notes using his redoubtable "Tesla tower".
They are fighting on a work surface full of sorted Lego bricks because... You know, these master builders build faster with sorted bricks! And they have already built awesome creaitions that surround them (and increase their abilities!)
It was raining at the RSPB Osprey centre near Loch Garten. This poor red squirrel was looking pretty bedraggled.
Burgos, Spain.
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This eagle lives at the Suffolk Owl Sanctuary at Stonham Barns, Stonham Aspal.
The steppe eagle is probably the most numerous eagle of it's size in the world. It is a large, bulky and robust looking eagle, mainly dark brown in colour with a longish but very thick neck and a relatively small head that nonetheless features a strong bill and long gape-line. It appears long winged and has a longish and rather rounded tail and markedly well feathered legs.
The bird's total length can range from 24 to 35 in. (60 to 89 cm) in fully grown adults. Wingspan of this species is very variable, with the smallest steppe eagles spanning as little as 65 to 69 in. (165 to 174 cm) while the largest ones can reportedly span up to 98 to 103 in. (250 to 262 cm). Eagles weighed in Russia were found to scale from 40 to 56 oz. (2.5 to 3.5 kg) in males while in females weights were reported to range from 37 to 78.5 oz. (2.3 to 4.9 kg).
They inhabit semi-arid open planes spending the summer on the Russian and Mongolian Steeps and the winter in India and Africa. Autumn migration often begins around October and usually ends in late November to early December. Spring migration usually commences in February and continuing in a diminishing trickle into April and May.
Steeps eagles can sore at great heights looking for prey but are more commonly seen at 150 to 660 ft. (45.75 to 200 m).
Steppe eagles mainly hunts in a low soaring or gliding flight, diving or making short, accelerated stoops onto their prey. They will also scavenge on the ground. The steppe eagle is an opportunistic predator preying mainly on small sized mammals, some birds, reptiles, insects such as termites and locusts and carrion. Although they actively hunt for prey, steeps eagles are rather lazy and will steel food from other birds by diving at them until they drop their prey.
The nest of this bird is around 28 to 39 in. (70 to 100 cm) in diameter and around 8 to 19.75 in. (20 to 50 cm) deep. They are traditionally place in an exposed site among stones, often on small knolls. Other nesting sites can include very low bushes and a raised spot on the ground. The clutch size is from 1 to 3, usually 2, sometimes very rarely as many as 4 or 5 eggs. The incubation lasts around 45 days, hatching is often sometime in May, but can continue to early June. The fledging of the young eagles occurs relatively quickly at somewhere between 55 and 65 days, due probably to the vulnerability of the nest sites. Steeps eagles have one of the worst success rates of raising young of any bird of prey, with an average of only 3 in 11 surviving.
The conservation status of the steep eagle is 'Endangered' due to, amongst other things, interference from man, poisoning of their prey, nests destroyed by steppe fires or trampling by cattle, the increase of blackfly caused by temperature rise that kill nestlings, collisions with powerlines and electrocution.
Dalmation pelican surprised by grey heron falling from above ...
The Dalmatian pelican (Pelecanus crispus) is the largest member of the pelican family, and perhaps the world's largest freshwater bird, although rivaled in weight and length by the largest swans. They are elegant soaring birds, with wingspans that rival that of the great albatrosses, and their flocks fly in graceful synchrony. With a range spanning across much of Central Eurasia, from the Mediterranean in the West to the Taiwan Strait in the East, and from the Persian Gulf in the South to Siberia in the North, it is a short-to-medium-distance migrant between breeding and overwintering areas. No subspecies are known to exist over its wide range, but based on size differences, a Pleistocene paleosubspecies, P. c. palaeocrispus, has been described from fossils recovered at Binagady, Azerbaijan.
As with other pelicans, the males are larger than the females, and likewise their diet is mainly fish. Their curly nape feathers, grey legs and silvery-white plumage are distinguishing features, and the wings appear solid grey in flight. The adults acquire a drabber plumage in winter, however, when they may be mistaken for great white pelicans. Their harsh vocalizations become more pronounced during the mating season. They breed across the Palearctic from southeastern Europe to Russia, India and China in swamps and shallow lakes. They usually return to traditional breeding sites, where they are less social than other pelican species. Their nests are crude heaps of vegetation, which are placed on islands or on dense mats of vegetation.
The species' numbers underwent a dramatic decline during the 20th century, partly due to land use, disturbance and poaching activities. The core population survives in Russia, but in its Mongolian range it is critically endangered. Removal of power lines to prevent collisions or electrocution, and the construction of nesting platforms or rafts have reversed declines locally.
This huge bird is by a slight margin the largest of the pelican species and one of the largest living flying bird species. It measures 160 to 183 cm (5 ft 3 in to 6 ft 0 in) in length, 7.25–15 kg (16.0–33.1 lb) in weight and 245 to 351 cm (8 ft 0 in to 11 ft 6 in) in wingspan. Its median weight is around 11.5 kg (25 lb), which makes it perhaps the world's heaviest flying bird species, although the largest individuals among male bustards and swans may be heavier than the largest individual Dalmatian pelican. More recently, six male Dalmatians were found to average 10.4 kg (23 lb) and four females 8.7 kg (19 lb), around the same average weight as the great white pelican (Pelecanus onocrotalus) and slightly lighter than mean body masses from other huge birds such as the trumpeter swan (Cygnus buccinator) or Andean condor (Vultur gryphus). A mean estimated body mass for the Dalmatian pelican of 10.9 kg (24 lb) was also published, around the same mass as the aforementioned largest swan and condor. It is either the heaviest or one of the heaviest birds native to Europe, its closest rival in mass being mute swans (Cygnus olor), which weighs on average around 10.1 kg (22 lb), followed closely by the cinereous vulture (Aegypius monachus) (whose average weight is not known) and the whooper swans (Cygnus cygnus), averaging at just shy of 9.5 kg (21 lb), and the great white pelican. These same five species are probably rank as the largest flying birds in Asia as well, alongside the Himalayan vulture (Gyps himalayensis). It also appears to have one of the largest wingspans of any living bird, rivaling those of the great albatrosses (Diomedea ssp., in particular the two largest species, the wandering albatross and southern royal albatross) and the great white pelican. These four species are the only modern birds with verified wingspans that range over 350 cm (11 ft 6 in).
The somewhat similar-looking great white pelican broadly overlaps in size but has greater size sexual dimorphism: female great whites can be noticeably smaller than female Dalmatians but male individuals of the two species are essentially the same size and weight. However, the Dalmatian differs from this other very large species in that it has curly nape feathers, grey legs and silvery-white (rather than pure white) plumage. In winter, adult Dalmatian pelicans go from silvery-grey to a dingier brownish-grey cream color. Immature birds are grey and lack the pink facial patch of immature white pelicans. The loose feathers around the forehead of the Dalmatian pelican can form a W-like-shape on the face right above the bill. In the breeding season it has an orange-red lower mandible and pouch against a yellow upper mandible. In winter, the whole bill is a somewhat dull yellow. The bill, at 36 to 45 cm (14 to 18 in) long, is the second largest of any bird, after the Australian pelican (Pelecanus conspicillatus). The bare skin around the eye can vary from yellow to purplish in color. Among standard measurements, compared to the great white pelican, the Dalmatian's tarsus is slightly shorter, at 11.6 to 12.2 cm (4.6 to 4.8 in), but its tail and wing chord length are notably larger, at 22 to 24 cm (8.7 to 9.4 in) long and 68 to 80 cm (27 to 31 in), respectively. When the Dalmatian pelican is in flight, unlike other pelicans, its wings are solid grayish-white with black tips. It is an elegant soaring bird. When a whole flock of Dalmatian pelicans is in flight, all its members move in graceful synchrony, their necks held back like a heron's.
The Dalmatian pelican is often silent, as most pelicans tend to be, although it can be fairly vocal during the mating season, when it may engage in a wide range of guttural, deep vocalizations, including barks, hisses and grunts.
The Dalmatian pelican is found in lakes, rivers, deltas and estuaries. Compared to the great white pelican, the Dalmatian is not as tied to lowland areas and will nest in suitable wetlands with many elevations. It is less opportunistic in breeding habitat selection than the great white, usually returning to a traditional breeding site year after year unless it becomes completely unsuitable. During the winter, Dalmatian pelicans usually stay on ice-free lakes in Europe or jheels (seasonal lakes) in India. They also visit, typically during winter, inshore areas along sheltered coasts for feeding.
This pelican usually migrates short distances with varying migration patterns during the year. It is dispersive in Europe, based on feeding opportunities, with most western birds staying through the winter in the Mediterranean region. In the Danube Delta, Dalmatian pelicans arrive in March and leave by the end of August. It is more actively migratory in Asia, where most of the birds that breed in Russia fly down for the winter to the central Middle East, largely around Iran through to the Indian Subcontinent, from Sri Lanka, Nepal to central India. The pelicans that breed in Mongolia winter along the east coast of China, including the Hong Kong area.
In general, the species prefers relatively warm temperatures. During periods where the climate was warmer, the Dalmatian pelican was far more widespread in Europe (today its European range is restricted to the southeastern part of the continent). Notably, a large number of subfossil bones dating from 7400–5000 Before Present (BP), coinciding with the Holocene climatic optimum, have been found in Denmark, and bones dating from 1900–600 BP have been found in central Europe, Netherlands and Britain. This preference for warmer temperatures is also supported by movements recorded in recent history, as there are indications of a slow range expansion in response to modern climate changes.
For more information, please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalmatian_pelican
"Guten tag?"
*SLAP*
"...aarrgh..."
"Ah, finally! I feared you may have been gone, too!"
"You...where the fuck?...oh shit, Wayne!"
"Oh yes, him! I apologize, he would be no help to my research, too weak, too impure! Gertrut will be here soon, she'll be sure the flesh doesn't go to waste."
"You fucking Nazi son of a bitch!"
"Ahahaha, it's been decades since I've been called anything like that. But of course, I'm a man who has decades to spare, but you, mein Freund, have no time at all."
"Bite me! Where the fuck is my armor!?"
"Oh yes! Don't worry, your armor will go to good use, you and your geliebten. The direct energy weapon on your friend here was also rather interesting. I'll be examining both, Oooh, I can't wait!!"
"Swear to fucking god when I get out of here...."
"That won't happen. Believe me. Now, let me tell you about electrocution. When electricity is introduced to the body, the muscles cramp up and you feel the most intense pain imaginable. If the voltage is high enough however the brain will go dead and the heart will fail, causing instant death! This upright table, of my design mind you, was made to replicate both these experiences in the human body. I press this button, and you are arewrapped in electricity like a storm cloud, your body in incomprehensible pain and your organs burning to a fine crisp! Always such a sight to see! Now, if you wish not to experience either of these, you will tell us how to access the ship you flew here with."
"You want on the ship?..."
"Ja."
"Well, what'cha do is you go to space google. You get internet up here?"
"We direct signals to--"
"Cool! Yeah, weird how you need the internet to get in, but hey, welcome to the future!"
"....very well, what then?"
"Then, with your space google, you type in 'www.spaceadameve.com', up in the top bar. We call that the 'URL'. Not hard to find. Now, you select 'toys', buy the biggest rubber dick you can, then wait for spaceFedex to drop it off at your lunar doorstep. You take your 20-incher out of the box, drop your pants, make sure you got lube on the side, and then you GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!"
"......."
Healthy adults do not have many predators, but human activities pose many threats. Collisions with power lines, hunting, intentional poisoning, lead accumulation from ingesting gunshot in carcasses, and pesticide accumulation take a toll on populations. Young birds at the nest are sometimes taken by golden eagles, eagle owls and red foxes Only rarely do adult birds attempt to drive away predators. Young birds that fall off of cliff ledges may be preyed on by mammalian predators such as jackals, foxes and wolves.Like all birds they serve as hosts for ectoparasitic birdlice including Aegypoecus perspicuus as well as organisms that live within them such as mycoplasmas.
Immature (behind) and adult (from John Gould's Birds of Europe)
Egyptian vulture populations have declined in most parts of its range. In Europe and most of the Middle East, populations in 2001 were half of those from 1980. In India, the decline has been rapid with a 35% decrease each year since 1999. In 1967–70, the area around Delhi was estimated to have 12,000–15,000 of these vultures, with an average density of about 5 pairs per 10 km2.The exact cause of the decline is not known, but has been linked with the use of the NSAID Diclofenac, which has been known to cause death in Gyps vultures.
In Italy, the number of breeding pairs declined from 30 in 1970 to 9 in the 1990s. Nearly all breeding failures were due to human activities.In Spain, which holds about 50% of the European population suggested causes of decline include poisoning by accumulation of lead,pesticides (especially due to large-scale use in the control of Schistocerca gregaria locust swarms), and electrocution.Windfarms may also pose a threat. Poorly designed power transmission lines in east Africa electrocute many wintering vultures. A shortage of carrion resulting from new rules for disposal of dead animals following the outbreak of Bovine Spongiform Encephalitis in parts of Europe during 2000 may have also had an effect on some populations.
The population of Egyptian vultures in the Canary Islands has been isolated from those in Europe and Africa for a significant period of time leading to genetic differentiation. The vulture population there declined by 30% in the ten years between 1987 and 1998. The Canarian Egyptian vulture was historically common, occurring on the islands of La Gomera, Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Fuerteventura, and Lanzarote. It is now restricted to Fuerteventura and Lanzarote, the two easternmost islands. The total population in 2000 was estimated at about 130 individuals, including 25–30 breeding pairs.Island birds also appear to accumulate significant amounts of lead from scavenging on hunted animal carcasses. The long-term effect of this poison at a sublethal level is not known, though it is known to alter the mineralization of their bones.In order to provide safe and uncontaminated food for nesting birds, attempts have been made to create "vulture restaurants" where carcasses are made available. However, these interventions may also encourage other opportunist predators and scavengers to concentrate at the site and pose a threat to vultures nesting in the vicinity
I think most of the local birds are busy setting up housekeeping for the winter. Only a few are out and about.
It's supposed to go below freezing tonight, and the weather report for the next week looks like we're in for a lot of sub-freezing minutes if not hours. I just set up a heated bird bath in my front yard the day before yesterday, which means that If the temperature dips below forty degrees F., I'm either going to have some well-watered birds or some electrocuted birds on my hands.
Your visit is much appreciated. I hope you'll stop by again --if for no other reason than to see if your prayers for my birds got positive results.
Volta was rescued after flying into a power line in Sitka, Alaska. He suffered from a concussion, electrocution, and various bone fracture injuries. All his injuries healed but the one bone fracture in his coracoid (Left shoulder bone) leaving him unable to gain lift and fly, he is non-releasable.
Explore #431 July 11th, 2009
I think my fear of lightening stems from being a little girl and chasing some baby chicks at my aunt's farm. The chicks went under a fence, I went over it. Problem was it was electric and I nearly electrocuted myself. I knew after that I didn't want anything ever to do with electricity. Then when I was a preteen I had a friend that was struck by lightening while riding in the bed of a pickup truck. That pretty much sealed the deal.
So, what's a girl with a fear of lightening to do? Why, move to the Lightening Capital of the World of course! Since moving to Florida, I have been shocked by lightening twice (once through a cordless phone, and once while walking with an umbrella), seen my neighbors palm tree blow up and windows shatter and had not one, but TWO of my own palm trees struck and catch on fire (and it cost $700 to get them removed because the strike killed them). All from Lightening.
And, to top it off, I was outside working in the yard last month as a storm was approaching and knew I should have been inside sooner. Found out on the news that night that a guy, just down the street from me was struck and killed while working in his yard!!!!!
Don't get me wrong...I love WATCHING lightening shows...from the safety of my house or car. Did you know that lightening can strike 10 miles from the storm? Um, yea...that's scary. My desire to get a shot of lightening finally outweighed the fear and I ventured outside, making Charlie go with me...okay, he really kind of talked me into it. I was freaky and jumpy and only stayed out for a few minutes. But, it's a start!
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European Eagle-Owl ~ West Palm Beach, FL
Watch this! Amazing! Eagle-owl swooping in slow motion. Just incredible in full-screen:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_Eagle_Owl
www.about-falconry.com/eurasian-eagle-owl.html
(three more photos in the comments)
The Eagle Owl can live for up to 20 years in the wild. However, like many other bird species in captivity they can live much longer without having to endure difficult natural conditions and have possibly survived up to 60 years in zoo collections. Healthy adults normally have no natural predators and are thus considered apex predators. The leading causes of death for this species are man-made: electrocution, traffic accidents and shooting sometimes claim the eagle owl.
The T-160 Thunderbird was an experimental fighter developed by the Palladite Republic. The Palladites, renowned for their inventive but impractical ideas fitted the fighter with twin Arc guns, each one housed in an electrically insulated nacelle at the front of the plane. Each Arc gun was powered by its own generator capable of creating 12,000,000 volts. Although the gun had a range of well over a mile, the weapons were very difficult to aim and pilots eventually resorted to dive-bombing their targets at high speed and firing their weapons when in close proximity to ensure a hit. When they did hit, the Arc guns would cripple their target's electronics, sometimes electrocute the crew, and occasionally ignite the fuel tanks. The guns would often short circuit so eventually a 12mm machine gun was fitted beneath each Arc gun in case the main weapon failed. Although feared for their unpredictable nature, Thunderbirds did little to effect the outcome of the war and only 152 were ever made.
so after i wrapped up my sister with these lights ^^ my dad told me that it probably wasn't the smartest idea considering she could have gotten electrocuted... don't worry she's fine :)) haha
The five years following Jason’s death have been some of the most peculiar I have ever experienced during my time as Batman. I’ve known for quite some time that Clark isn’t the only person on the planet with unnatural abilities but I never knew just how many of these people there were until we united to defend Earth from an alien threat. We some how managed to pull it off. Still no idea how we managed to do it, but Clark’s had us all remain together as a team, or Justice league as the public has taken to calling us.
Gotham itself hasn’t changed much. Gordon finally got around to appointing the new head of SWAT and Major Crimes. The new head of SWAT is a man by the name of Gregory Pike. A good man. A rare occurrence in Gotham to say the least. But the new head of Major Crimes has proven to be a nuisance to my activities. She’s a strict by the books police officer and refuses to co-operate with me due to my vigilante status, an admirable trait were it not that her nobility hampers my work also. Fortunately she strictly obeys her superiors and always relents whenever Gordon orders her to.
Ellen Yindel. That woman will come back to bite me one day.
Since I lost Jason I swore to never taken another innocent child on as Robin, and for two years I held strong to my beliefs. But one day Dick introduced me to a young man by name of Timothy Drake. Apparently the boy had managed to piece together Dick’s identity as Nightwing as well as my own as Bruce Wayne. After much persuasion by Dick I ended up taking the boy on as the third Robin. Unlike with Jason though, Dick will at times come to help mentor the boy at my request. The last thing I need is another scenario like Jason where an inexperienced Robin is captured.
The original costume remains on tatters after all that Jason went through, not to mention I refused to let Tim go out in just a lightly padded costume. That’s how errors are made and errors are what caused Jason’s fate. I will not allow another to suffer that fate. I designed Tim’s suit based off the first incarnation of the batsuit where safety was given priority over practicality. Since then Tim has made adjustments to the suit to improve his comfort as he sees fit, the last thing I want is for him to feel unappreciated, as I fear Jason felt. It’s when they feel underappreciated that they lash out and try to do things far above them on their own.
Unlike Dick or Jason I also give Tim the freedom to undertake his own investigations. No better way to get him more enthralled in a case than if it’s one he’s been working on himself. The boy has some great detective work. He’d go far in the ranks of the GCPD.
He’s been dedicating a lot of his time to this case of his around a girl called Stephanie lately. He seems really concerned for this girl, I have considered offering my help to him. But if there’s one thing I know it’s that when a Robin gets close to a girl it’s best for me to keep my distance. After what happened between Dick and I over Barbra, I don’t want to repeat history with Tim. If he wants my help he knows just to ask.
Gotham’s underworld has been changing a lot these last few years. Roman Sionis took control of a large chunk of the underworld, but soon after a gang war erupted with Sionis and a gang run by someone calling himself the Red Hood. At first I suspected it was Joker making use of an old alias of his, but by all accounts the description of the man calling himself the Red Hood doesn’t match the appearance of Joker or Napier. Oddly though, almost as soon as his gang rises to the attention of the GCPD, it gets snuffed out by Joker’s gang.
Since the encounter in the tunnel of love Joker’s been wisely keeping more in the shadows following his breakout from Arkham three years after Jason’s death. Can’t believe he managed to get himself put in Arkham in there, and worst of all him being in Arkham allowed him to make a young psychologist his puppet. I just hope I can open Dr. Quinzel’s eyes to the truth before she goes too far.
Lately though I’ve heard worrying rumors of Joker’s gang being targeted by an unknown figure. GCPD have recovered fifteen Joker goons in just one night, and even found one that had been electrocuted for five hours straight before he was found. I’ve been dedicating as much of my time as possible to trying to solve the mystery of who this killer is but so far I have been unsuccessful. Until I manage to piece together the killers identity all I can hope to do is find Joker and draw the killer out.
Unsurprisingly though Joker is a hard man to find when he doesn’t want to be. Even with the batcomputer running a scan through all of Gotham’s cameras I’ve been unable to find him until I get a call from Alfred over the comm.
“Master Bruce I think we’ve got a hit.”
“What’s the intel Alfred?”
“Commissioner Gordon has just informed me that reports are coming in of a shooting involving the Joker and some his gang with an unknown assailant. I think this could be the mystery man you’ve been after.”
“Excellent. Send the co-ordinates to the batmobile’s navcomputer, I’ll go investigate.”
“Shall I have Master Timothy join you?”
“No I should be fine on my own Alfred. No need to get him involved just yet.”
“Alright sir. Do take care.”
“When don’t I?”
Alfred doesn’t give a response. Clearly he disagrees with me. Gotham’s been calm these last few nights aside from this assailants pursuit of Joker. I take a moment to look over Gotham. So peaceful. So quiet. That all comes to an end as I hear the sound of thunder erupt in the distance. A storm’s coming. It’ll hit Gotham in about five minutes I reckon. Better get started before it hits.
I jump down from my perch on the rooftop and land in the batmobile. The co-ordinates have uploaded to the navigation system and in five minutes I’m at the scene. The storm’s arrived and the rain smashes itself against my cowl as I enter the building. I enter to find nothing but corpses on the floor. It’s a worrying sign. I activate the thermal vision and I manage to find two heat signatures on the top floor. One appears to be beating the other.
I race to the stairway encountering more bodies on the ground. However this assailant is, they clearly want to get their hands on Napier badly. I use my grapple to take me straight up to the top floor and I see Joker on the floor being beaten with a crowbar by an unknown figure. There’s a red helmet on the floor. Is this guy the red hood? Either way I have to stop him before he kills Joker. After all that he’s done I want him to suffer, and the best way to do that is for him to endure living with himself.
“Put the crowbar down NOW!”
“Batman…just let me finish my work here and then we can talk.”
“I can’t let you do that. You’re beating that man to death, now stop or get ready to..”
The figure with the crowbar turns arounds to face me and I can’t believe my eyes. It can’t be.
“Or what? Get ready to eat my meals through a straw? Get ready to be in a full body cast? Would you really hurt me?”
I’m shocked. It can’t possibly be him, and yet is. How is he here?
“….Jason….?”
He nods acknowledging the name.
“Who else were you expecting?”
Sure enough Joker regains his senses and spots me. His face lights up as it erupts into a smile.
“Well, well, well, will you look at that? Cough It’s a family reunion! I really should have bought my camera! How about I go get it then we can take some pictures! First one with Batsy and ex-bird boy, one of you and I, Batsy darling. Then of course one with good old Miss Crowbar…”
“Shut up!!!”
Jason turns to look at Joker and puts him arm above his head ready to swing at him again. I don’t know how or why Jason is here, but I can’t let him keep doing this, not if he’s the one who has killed all of Joker’s goons. I grab the crowbar before he can take the swing. He turns back to look at me with anger on his face.
“What are you doing???”
“I’m stopping you from making a mistake Jason! Christ what’s happened to you? Just settle down!”
“I’ve tried settling down…and this monter killed every last one of the people I cared about AGAIN!. All he does is kill and kill, rinse and repeat. He’s a rabid dog that’s been in need of being put down for far too long.”
I can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Jason wasn’t anything like Dick but he wasn’t a killer. How could he have done all this?
"Not like this. Just hand me the crowbar. Please.”
It seems though, that I’ve managed to calm him down. He ‘s lowering the crowbar. I release my grip on it.
“Just hand me the crowbar. Please.”
“No….I did this for you, for us. And if you don’t appreciate that..I guess you’ll have to suffer the same fate?”
Jason raises the crowbar once more and turns to face me. Please no.
“…Don’t….don’t do this.”
As soon as I speak those words he takes the swing at me. I manage to grab hold of his hand and stop the crowbar mid swing. What’s done this to you Jason? The boy I knew would never do such a thing. These thoughts stop me from being aware of what’s happening around me. Jason punches me with his other arm and knocks me back.
“I can’t believe after all that he’s done to me you still let him live!”
“Man this is getting good. I should have brought some popcorn!”
“Jason it’s not that simple.”
“Of course it is! You never loved me! I was always second best to you after your beloved child prodigy left you… oh sorry. After you ‘fired’ him! I bet if this piece of shit had killed him you’d have done it!”
“Jason I..”
“Enough of your words! I don’t want to listen to you try to justify yourself to me! I see now that you care more of this scum that you do me!”
“Stop this now!”
“He tortured me! He beat to death slowly and you still let him live! How can you live with yourself?”
“Jason I…”
“Shut up! Just shut up! I’m going to do what you should have done the minute he gutted Loeb live on tv.”
Jason pulls a gun out of his pocket. No. Jason no. Don’t so this.
“I’m going to put this monster down like a rabid animal he is!”
“Man this is better than I ever imagined!”
Jason shoots Joker in the knee.
“Ow what was that for?”
“Speak again and the next one goes through your head.”
“Oooooh like a bird that will do what his daddy won’t.”
Jason puts the barrel of the gun against Joker’s head.
“Ooooh it’s still nice and hot. Come on birdy strike whilst the iron is still hot!”
He’s going to do it. Jason is going to kill Joker. I can’t let this happen. I grab Jason from behind and throw him away from Joker. He manages to keep his balance and attempts to take a swing at me. As much as it pains me to do so, I strike first with a blow to the left cheek. The punch disorientates him enough for me to realize what I need to do.
Whilst the clowns here I won’t be able to talk Jason down. I have to get Joker out of here. Though I don’t want to I cut Jason’s forehead just above the eyes. It’s a harmless cut, doesn’t cause any pain to the recipient but it does something far more useful. It bleeds.
The blood from above Jason’s eye falls down and blocks his vision. I take this moment to deliver him an uppercut that will render him unconscious for about fifteen minutes.
I’m sorry Jason. But I can’t let you do this.
“Bam! One hit knock out! Nice one batsy! So what you going to do next? Put him on the naughty step? Send to therapy at Arkham? Say I know this great psychologist, perhaps we could share sessions?”
I can’t believe what I’m about to do, but I have not choice. I activate the taser built into my left gauntlet and shock Joker. The shock renders him unconscious. I take this moment to handcuff and pin him on the floor. He’s harmless for the moment. I inspect Jason and make sure I’ve not harmed him too much. Aside from the cut he should be all right. I clean the blood off his face and take out a syringe of morphine. He looks fine, but I know that he’ll want something to kill the pain of the punch he’ll have when he wakes up. I’m sorry that I have to leave you like this Jason. But so long as he’s here I can’t talk to you properly.
I drag Joker out of the building and shove him in the trunk of the batmobile. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
“Alfred prep the holding cells.”
“You planning on some interrogation tonight sir? If so can I ask that you avoid getting blood on the floors I’ve just cleaned them.”
“Not exactly Alfred. We’re doing witness protection.”
“Witness protection? For who?”
“Joker.”
“WHAT?”
“This assailant is after Joker Alfred. I’ve got no choice.”
“Never mind choice, I’m not having that monster brought here, not after what he did to poor Jason.”
“Alfred. It’s more complicated than that.”
“I don’t bloody care, he’s not coming here. Quite frankly you’d be doing everyone a favor if you let this guy have his way with that madman!”
“Alfred its complicated. I’ll tell you more when I’m back at the cave.”
“But Master Bru…”
I cut off the channel before Alfred can dissuade me from my course of action. Jason will know when he wakes up that I’ve taken Joker to the cave, and when he does I’m going to need Alfred by my side.
It’s Monsoon season here in AZ which traditionally means late afternoon thunderstorms. This year the only thing it has resulted in so far is a lot of dust storms (haboobs) and no rain. Last night I thought we were in for it but the storm skirted to the south of us. The good thing was I managed to get some cool lightning shots from my roof here in suburbia without getting soaked or electrocuted!!
West Virginia State Penitentiary
Moundsville, WV
November 3rd, 2014
The Former West Virginia State Penitentiary, a National Historic Places Registered facility, operated by the Moundsville Economic Development Council in Moundsville, West Virginia.
The history of this historic penitentiary:
"The prison at Joliet provided the prototype for the West Virginia Penitentiary. It was an imposing stone structure fashioned in the castellated Gothic architectural style (adorned with turrets and battlements, like a castle). Only the dimensions of West Virginia's facility would differ; it would be approximately one-half the size of Joliet.
No architectural drawings of the West Virginia Penitentiary have been discovered, so an understanding of the plan developed by the Board of Directors must be obtained through their 1867 report, which details the procurement of a title for ten acres of land and a proposal to enclose about seven acres. On the north side would be a street 60 feet in width, and on the west 140 feet for street and yard to the front buildings.
The prison yard would be a parallelogram 682 1/2 feet in length, by 352 1/2 feet in width, enclosed by a stone wall 5 feet in thickness at the bottom, 2 1/2 feet at the top, with foundation 5 feet below the surface, and wall 25 inches thick. At each of the corners of this wall would be large turrets, for the use of the guards, with inside staircases. Guardrooms would be above on a level with the top of the main. The superintendent's house and cell buildings would be so placed that the rear wall of each would form part of the west wall. "
SOURCE:http://www.wvpentours.com/history.htm
The staff of 424.284 has taken precautions against electrocution in the station of Füzesabony, 30.07.1975.
Last night I set the light up outside, didn't see much interesting for an hour or so and went to have something to eat. When I came back to the door it had been raining, oh my god ! All over the lamp, cable and extension thingy, thought I was gonna get electrocuted. Very annoying though 'cause when it rains I have to have the lamp inside and I can't really get pics of more than one or two of them together ( my shorter lens is rubbish ). Still it is exciting when they peep in at you, this is one of the bigger cubs, don't think I'll find out how many cubs there are or who they belong to before we go away a week on Saturday. I HATE leaving them, especially at the most interesting time of year.
Featured in Tomorrow Never Dies, the "Bulletproof Beemer" came equipped with a security system that would deliver electrical shocks via the door handles to would-be thieves unless disarmed by Bond's Ericsson mobile phone.
The car also had 2 secure compartments hidden behind the section of the dashboard where the airbag supposedly was (and could only be opened by Bond (played by Pierce Brosnan) sliding his finger from right-to-left on a hidden fingerprint-scanner located directly under the "SRS Airbag" logo). These two compartments (after being revealed when the "airbag-compartment" flips up) could be each opened by pressing a button on the 'door' of the [respective] compartment itself. The left compartment slid out a tray with a integrated "cut out" intended to hold Bond's Walther PPK, as well as a silencer for the gun. The right compartment (also a "slide-out" tray) was basically an empty tray to hold anything that would fit in it. In the movie, the right compartment was used by Bond to store the "red box" which contained the [American] GPS Encoder stolen by Carver's henchman (and pseudo-"I.T. guy") Henry Gupta. The 750iL could be remotely driven and controlled via Bond's Ericsson phone, which opened up to show an LCD screen displaying the driver's view of the car (that would have front-mounted hidden microscopic cameras, to allow the remote-control "driver" to see what was in front of the car). Weapons and defense systems included unguided explosive rockets mounted in a hidden hatch in the roof which replaced the car's standard sunroof, self-sealing and re-inflating tires, a retractable cable-cutting device mounted underneath the front hood emblem, tear gas sprayers, and caltrops that dropped from a dispenser hidden behind the extendable rear bumper to shred the tires of any following cars.
Features: Ballistic bulletproof armored body panels, bulletproof and impact-proof glass all round (although a 40mm Grenade projectile fired from a rifle launcher wielded by one of Carver's henchmen managed to pierce and hole the front windscreen, but not shatter it), security system which electrocutes intruders through the door handles unless disarmed by Bond's Ericsson mobile phone, security compartments hidden behind section of dashboard where airbag is (the compartments are accessible only by Bond sliding his finger from right-to-left on a hidden fingerprint-scanner located directly under the "SRS Airbag" logo), can be driven and controlled completely remotely by Bond's Ericsson mobile phone, retractable cable-cutter, tear gas sprayers, and a rear-mounted caltrop dispenser.
[Text from Jamesbondwiki.com]
www.jamesbondwiki.com/page/BMW+750iL
This Lego miniland-scale BMW E38 750iL Saloon - (Tomorrow Never Dies 1997) has been created for Flickr LUGNuts' 101st Build Challenge, titled - 'A Matter of Life and Death!'. In this challenge, any vehicle can be built that associates with the themes of life or death.
The T-160 Thunderbird (pictured here with pilot Capt Penny Bowman) was an experimental fighter developed by the Palladite Republic. The Palladites, renowned for their inventive but impractical ideas fitted the fighter with twin Arc guns, each one housed in an electrically insulated nacelle at the front of the plane. Each Arc gun was powered by its own generator capable of creating 12,000,000 volts. Although the gun had a range of well over a mile, the weapons were very difficult to aim and pilots eventually resorted to dive-bombing their targets at high speed and firing their weapons when in close proximity to ensure a hit. When they did hit, the Arc guns would cripple their target's electronics, sometimes electrocute the crew, and occasionally ignite the fuel tanks. The guns would often short circuit so eventually a 12mm machine gun was fitted beneath each Arc gun in case the main weapon failed. Although feared for their unpredictable nature, Thunderbirds did little to effect the outcome of the war and only 152 were ever made.
I truly need to start doing more behind the scenes footage because my life is really strange sometimes. Also, I can already tell I'm going to die on set.
Today for example;
I was setting up my shot in the last of the daylight, and as I go to climb the ladder, one strand of lights just gives out. This is what my life is people. So I fiddle with as many of the individual bulbs as I can trying to figure out where the weak link was. Unable to do so, and with my light fading, it was a point where you either trash the shoot or go ahead and deal with it in post later. I do not suggest shooting to edit, but I also don't brush my hair very often so you can bet I climbed that ladder regardless. After about 5 shots I climbed down to check how the exposure and focus was and as I was jumping off the last rung, I felt like I had hit my funny bone and realized I had just gotten a little good old fashioned electrocution. I didn't think it was a big deal but when I put my hand back on the ladder to climb up again, that sucker was live. Needless to say the shoot basically concluded pretty swiftly.
Last week I started a fire ring, and this week I got electrocuted. To be quite honest, I really wouldn't have it any other way.
This fascinating book describes a cornucopia of amusing experiments, from making fireworks and bombs, often by mixing Flowers of Salts and Oil of Vitriol to an amusing diversion on electrocuting a live Flounder. Frankly I’m surprised that any of its readers survived. I’m sure the Flounders didn’t.
Admission time. This is the kind of hair I always wanted, and always felt I deserved. But no, my hair never did much of anything, and of late it has decided that it doesn't want to Be at all. It is slowly committing suicide, leaving my head less and less covered.
God forbid it all happened at once. But oh no, a batch of baldness here, a receding hairline there.
Thank god I'm black, and can shave my dome without looking like a skinhead.
A racist skinhead, not a non-racist skinhead. Apparently there's a difference.
If I had hair like this, I would probably mind going bald much more. Because this is perfect hair, in my opinion. This is hair that people look at, pine over, crave.
Maybe I'll just steal hers.
A selection of four weapons offered in the Terminus Soldier Programme, secretly managed by Thricell Pharmaceutical.
The weapons included here are:
- MSAR-762 modular suppressed assault rifle
- DPP-45/9 handgun/arc-gun combo
- XNEL-1/A nuclear payload electromagnetic launcher
- MPFT chain sword
[Summary of the Terminus Soldier Programme]
The Terminus Soldier Programme is intended to repurpose dead soldiers and reanimate them into a versatile (human-machine) hybrid autonomous weapon.
The Terminus Soldats created from this program should be able to complete both stealth, defense, and heavy combat operations.
[MSAR-762]
A large-caliber modification of the venerable AAC Honey Badger, chambering the larger 7.62x51mm NATO round. Reducing weight whenever it can, the receiver, barrel and the handguard are made out of titanium, cutting about one kilo off the overall weight. In addition, the short suppressor barrel and retractable stock permits use in close quarters combat, while the enlarged mag-well designed for the 45 round casket magazine improves reload times.
[DPP-45/9]
An experimental handgun that combines a .45 caliber burst fire pistol with a short range arc rifle. The enhanced gas system hidden within the upper receiver reduces the recoil generated by the powerful .45 ACP rounds, allowing tighter shot grouping and faster follow-up bursts.
The sidearm's secondary fire mode is engaged by pressing the button near the slide, transforming the pistol into a high-power yet short range arc caster, which fatally electrocutes any target that is in range. The miniature arc rifle is good for two shots, but can be recharged using a charge pack.
More information to come in a later update...
what if…
It’s quite remarkable how many of Tesla's inventions have proven to be the most efficient technologies of the day, from AC power systems and polyphase transmission lines, to RF lighting, to the AC induction motor in the Tesla car. He is now recognized as the inventor of radio, not Marconi, one of his many competitors.
Edison was so competitive with Tesla (partnered with Westinghouse at the time) that he arranged for the electric chair to use AC power for electrocutions, conveying the marketing message that AC is lethal (versus the DC power systems that Edison sold). Edison’s lab “Westinghoused” 24 dogs purchased from local children for 25 cents apiece before moving to a human criminal.
On his deathbed, Edison volunteered that his biggest mistake was trying to develop DC instead of the vastly superior AC system that his former employee, Nikola Tesla, had put within his grasp.
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Image: Stained glass display in Prague (more)
That's the beast, all huge lens and gigantic body. There was actually a midget in the room who carried it around while she was in between shots.
No, Two midgets.
The other side to that shot is HERE.
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Our 4th Christmas Villain(s) are the Gremlins!
Poor Gizmo... they're turning him into a Xmas tree! Or are they trying to electrocute him? Bad, bad gremlins!!!
The Adams is a traditional dry fly primarily used for trout. It is considered a general imitation of an adult mayfly, flying caddis or midge. It was designed by Leonard Halladay from Mayfield, Michigan in 1922, at the request of his friend Charles Adams. The Adams has been considered one of the most popular, versatile, effective and bestselling dry flies since its creation.
Origin
In 1922, Leonard Halladay, a Michigan fly tyer conceived the Adams as a general mayfly imitation. It was first fished by an Ohio attorney and friend of Halladay, Charles F. Adams on the Boardman River near Traverse City, Michigan. Charles Adams reported his success with the fly to Halladay, who named the fly after his friend.[3] The small community of Mayfield, Michigan, bids itself as the "Birthplace of the Adams Fly"
Variations
The Adams has been tied with a variety of materials and variations. The most common variation is the Parachute Adams where the hackle is tied parachute style around a wing base of white calf hair. The variation gives the fly greater buoyancy and visibility in rough water. Other variations include spentwings, downwings, females tied with a yellow body tag resembling an egg sac, hairwings, and with different tailing material such as elk, deer or moose.
The Mayfield Electric Company:1921-1947
Armed with an engineering degree from the University of Minnesota, Harry Sargent was determined to put it to good use when his family needed electricity in rural Grand Traverse
County in 1921.
So he teamed with his father-in-law, James L. Gibbs, a lumber baron who oversaw the building of the Brown Bridge Dam, and came up with a plan to use hydro power to create electricity for more than 1,200 homes and farms, plus area grist mills and sawmills. Grist mills were used to grind grain into flour. Harry Sargent, James Gibbs and brother L.K. Gibbs then put their plan into action.
They and some friends from Mayfield, Kingsley and Arbutus Lake would erect poles and lines to supply electricity to these areas. “My father knew about the power of turbines at a dam to produce electricity, so he went ahead and made it happen,” says Sargent’s daughter Edna, now 88. “My grandparents were in the lumber business, so my dad had grown up around that. He knew how to make power poles and learned about power lines in college. He saw the need for electricity, so he and his friends and family basically created their own electric company.” After the Brown Bridge Dam was built in 1921, James Gibbs got the ball rolling by converting an old grist mill into a hydroelectric plant.
Harry Sargent and his friend Len Halladay, a renowned fishing expert, then began the task of building the lines and poles for what became the May field Electric Co. Less than a year after completing their work, the company faced its first crisis – The Sleet Storm of 1922 – which left nearly all seven miles of its
poles either down or badly damaged. “I remember my father
saying, when talking about that storm, it was ‘all hands-on deck,’” Edna recalls. Despite being born in 1925, Edna says she never knew what it was like to be without electricity. “I know that’s just the opposite of most people my age, but most people my age didn’t have a father who started their own electric company.”
Edna remembers that an old John Deere motor/generator doing the bulk of the work in generating electricity for the surrounding Kingsley area.
“My dad designed a belt that would work faster or slower, depending on the need for electricity,” she adds. “He would go down to the generator several times a day to make sure
it was working properly. In the morning, he would go down and crank up the generator to run faster and produce more electricity. “At night, he would go down and pull a lever back on the generator to decrease the power.”
Edna and her family, which included her parents, brother James and sister Janet, used electricity in a variety of ways at their Mayfield area home—from lighting to powering the
appliances. Harry Sargent kept food on the table with his electric company.
“If there were power outages, my dad, with help from family and friends, did it all to get the lights back on,” she says. “And when it came time to collect money for the bills, he would go into Kingsley once a month on a Saturday night. That was a big deal. That’s where everyone gathered to watch movies on
the side of a big building. He would go set up and people would pay him there.”
Edna and her siblings attended the one room Mayfield School, for grades K-8, and then were schooled in Traverse City.
When Edna was 14, in 1939, Consumers Power made an offer to her dad to buy out about 1,000 customers that made up the
Village of Kingsley, and he accepted. This left him to keep the electricity flowing for about 200 homes in Mayfield & Arbutus Lake, she says.
In 1947, nine years after Cherryland Rural Electric was established, Rural Electrification Administration representatives came knocking at the Sargents’ door.
“By that time, my father was ready to sell,” Edna says. “He had operated the Mayfield Electric Company for 27 years with the help of Len Holiday, who ran the operation if my father was out of town.”
Sadly, on June 26, 1947 – four days before Cherryland took over the Mayfield Electric Co. – Harry Sargent was electrocuted while working an outage. “Needless to say, it was a very hard time for our family,” Edna says.
“I still have a hard time talking about it. But I can say that Cherryland’s general manager Harry Hall and line foreman Bob Lambert were very, very nice to our family during that time.”
Even though it has been 66 years since the Mayfield Electric Co. went out of business, the thrill of being part of it still makes Edna Sargent smile.
“I think this was one of, if not the last, private electric companies in Michigan,” she recalls. “I remember that it was a lot of work for my father, but he loved it. He made it his
life’s work.
As it is rarer than previously believed, its conservation status was reassessed from Least Concern to Near Threatened in the 2007 IUCN Red List.[5] In 2012 it was further uplisted to Endangered.[6] In October 2015, its status was changed to Critically Endangered because the ongoing decline is more severe than previously thought.
The population of the White Backed Vulture has been decreasing significantly within the past few decades. In 1922, the population was estimated at 270,000. Over the past two decades, its population has noticeably decreased. While not much is known about the current population, a recent study found that the White Backed Vultures have a high survival rate. Individual adults have the highest survival rate, while 2 year old birds have the lowest survival rate. Across all ages, the survival rate is estimated to be 90.7%. This means that the deaths of adult vultures will lead to rapid population declines. The loss of adults will cause less reproduction and with younger birds less likely to survive, the population will drop drastically. A major cause of population decrease is the loss of habitat. Elephants have been endangering the vultures, since they destroy the trees the vultures live and nest in. Vultures tend not to nest in areas with high elephant populations.Fires have also caused the destruction of trees. Humans also have a large impact. Our power lines have caused many vultures to be electrocuted. In Kenya especially, humans are using a very toxic pesticide called Furadan, which has led to many vulture deaths. Vultures are also being poisoned by humans, although not intentionally. In order to kill hyenas, lions, and other predators, herders add poisons into their livestock. Vultures ingest the poison upon eating a deceased animal's carcass. This poisoning generally occurs outside of protected areas, but is a leading factor in the population’s decline. Habitats are being also disturbed by human land management and direct nesting persecution patterns.
More recent studies have indicated a new plausible factor in the current declination of the vultures. Researches have seen that there has been a rise in toxicity in the liver, kidneys, pectoral region, and internal organs. This toxicity is caused by higher levels of lead, cadmium, zinc, and copper. Although most of these metals level out as either non harmful or normal levels, the lead concentrate in the liver of the vultures (8.56 µg/g wet weight) and in the kidneys (9.31 µg/g wet weight) is higher than the average levels.
Studies have also been performed on Gyps africanus and some species of Asian vultures within the Gyps clade to see the effect of veterinary diclofenac.[8] Regardless of whether the vultures were given an oral or intravenous dose of the substance, the effects was nearly identical and the diclofenac eventually poisoned the subjects.[9] This chemical is one of the greatest contaminants for the general vulture population because of its presence in livestock: easy food for the vultures.
Another study shows that there are heightened levels of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons, HPA’s, which isn’t as likely a product in the endangerment resultant, but still concerning. HPA’s, also known as polyaromatic hydrocarbons, are formations of hydrogen atoms surrounding rings of carbon. As common as these compounds are—found in foods, engines/incinerators, fires, combustion—there are many forms, and some carcinogenic. Although there is no direct correlation of the high levels of HPA’s in the vultures, there is still a plausibility that it can result in a negative outcome for the species
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PURE JOY...
IGOR THE WORLD CHAMPION.
Once a horse won that title... it becomes invaluable and is used as a stud.
Igor had just sired a few mares and was feeeeeeeeeling GOOD...
(to sire is to inseminate.)
The Belgian horse, Belgian Heavy Horse, Flemish or Brabant is a horse breed that comes from the West-Brabantian region of Belgium.
They are one of the strongest of the heavy breeds.
The world's Largest Horse was a Belgian named Brooklyn Supreme, who weighed 3,200 pounds, and stood at 19.2 hands.
On average the Brabant will grow to be slightly over 1 ton or 2,000 pounds.
Colours normally are a blond with a brighter mane, or a sorrel/ chestnut colouring.
In history their main use was to work farms.
They are able to pull tremendous amounts of weight-up to over 4,500 pounds for a pair.
They also played an important role in the first World War, where quite a few perished.
I walked around and started to photograph, I discovered another blond stallion in an adjacent field and in order to get his whole head, with the velvet nose and pricked up ears all in, I had pushed through the fences and the top (danger!!!) ribbon... well I got the shot, but what a SHOCKING experience!
I straightened too soon and was electrocuted, in the neck, I called Paul, yelling: IS THE CAMERA GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT???
The horse got as much of a fright as I did, bolted and ran off.
Farmers are the same all over the world, they are only allowed a low voltage BUT... this was 240, my heart felt like I was 25 again. Bouboum.
I turned around into the 'safer' stables, obviously the nursery, since there were about 6 stables all with foals, that's where I captured those two lovelies.
The adventures of a photographer he, tee hee.
The Belgian horse is a much-loved gentle giant.
Thank you and have a super day, M, (*_*)
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