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One of 200 hens from a small egg farm. The farmer used a metal leg band for identification purposes. As the hens grew, the leg band did not. The farmer will not be using these again.
The hens are part of Animal Place's Rescue Ranch program in which farmed animals come to the sanctuary, are rehabilitated, and then placed into new homes.
After treatment, these hens will go onto new, loving homes.
This tree has literally grown through the fence. The fence, as far as I could tell, is intact. What probably happened is that the tree easily passed through the fence when it's trunk was thin and as the trunk grew wider, the fence cut into it. Strangely though, the tree trunk seems to have simply grown around the cut embedding the fence within it.
4rth Infantry Division U.S. Army - River Pech Valley, Kunar Province September 2009 - Quarta divisione di fanteria dell'Esercito Americano, valle del fiume Pech Provincia di Kunar - Settembre 2009
173 Airborne Brigade US Army - Provincia di Kunar Marzo 2008 - 173 Airborne Brigade US Army - Provincia di Kunar Marzo 2008 - Kunar Province March 2008
It's alive, it can ping, it can udp (tx has no checksum atm) and it's mean!
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Security Contributor William Parker and Correspondent Alfred Lennard were embedded with Unit 302 of the Coalition's Counter-Terrorism Division. The crew accompanied the unit on a patrol in the Orgal Region, just north of Awdak.
While the VBC crew was filming, a soldier spotted a group of militants advancing across the field and opened fire, triggering a heavy firefight between Unit 302 and the insurgents. The crew took cover behind a nearby embankment as gunfire echoed across the plains.
With no certainty about when—or if—the militants might return, it was time for the VBC team to withdraw. They moved quickly but cautiously, scanning the road for improvised explosive devices (IEDs) that may have been planted to target their exit.
To be continued…
Note: This story, including all names, characters, and incidents, is entirely fictitious
Steaming forest, what lies inside you?
Steaming forest, what brews in your belly?
Steaming forest, is this the last time I'm with you?
I'll never forget the first time.
Embedded, on all its earth,
are the feet which crossed before.
Embedded, in the swollen creek, are the
reflections which appeared before.
Embedded, here in this forest,
in its steamy particles,
is my birth, my fear, my hope, my joy,
and then: my death.
This here, this land, this is the place of forever wandering.
This is the place of eternal questioning.
This is the place of empty boredom.
This is the place of regeneration.
This is the place of destruction.
And yet, but how?
This is also the place of answering.
Oh, sweet mother what could be better?
Oh, what could taste sweeter...
than this here, this land, this place of answering?