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Before you scroll away from this feisty beauty, be assured that this is no ordinary cat. This is a Scottish Wildcat (aka the Highland Tiger!) and this shot was taken mid hiss. This breed of cat is absolutely feral and doesnt tolerate patting, stroking or general nearness to him. He's called McTavish and whilst I respectfully keep my distance, I admire him from afar...
Sadly at risk of extinction in Scotland... Photographed with love at British Wildlife Centre
Is it a kind of a dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream
Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where it goes
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes
Is it a kind of a shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows when you go
And where do you start?
Oh, into the dark
Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes
Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes
“Emerald Eyes”. One usually doesn’t think of the Double Crested Cormorant as a beautiful animal, but in the world of birds these emerald green eyes are hard to beat. There are few other animals that have such eyes. This image of of a female is preening at sunset. The sun hitting the eyes brings out the sparkling gems.
"Can you help me?....... the blue waves are coming to take me away......", says the Blue-eyes-Sand.......
"You should not be afraid", answers the wind. "They won't take you away. They will show you the world and its miracles. Our life is a journey. We must lead it to the edge, not let it passing by. So let the waves guide you in their music and I'll hold your hand... "
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Brian Piccolo Park, Fort Lauderdale, FL
Owlets from same burrow as this adult
♪ Martin Gore - In a Manner of Speaking ♪
In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live, we live, we only make do
The way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
Old Beady Eyes skulks around on the ground under our feeders. One of the downside of feeding the birds.
We manage them as best we can but still see one or two around.
The woman was working hard in the market. Her eyes were once more talking, and as usual, I preferred to take a candid photo then thank her and pay her little disturbance but it looked like she know what I was doing.
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Gatcha (a set of 25 colors with 5 rare).
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Bushtits always seem so sharp eyed - perhaps because they tend to have fairly light eyes, so they stand out. Always happy to get a chance to photograph them!
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Interestingly enough, the peacock is sometimes regarded as a symbol of the cosmos; the many eyespots can be seen as stars and planets, all populating a mock Universe. Color, beauty and wonder explode outward, as if from a singularity, every time the peacock unfurls its plumage.
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One of the features I love so much about the barred owl is their eyes . They are so big and so bright. You can not help but love them. Another species that is hard for me to stop from hitting the shutter button.
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I’m not one for street photography, mainly because I value my camera so much, but I couldn’t resist imaging this character against the early evening sky
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The Bornean sun bear /Helarctos malayanus / honey bear / is the smallest of the world's eight bear species. Sun bears are omnivores , they feed primarily on termites, ants, larvae, honey and a large variety of fruits.
A dragonfly’s eyes have about 30,000 lenses and a dragonfly can see all the way around it, but they don’t see details very well. (fact, a human eye only has one lens and sees better than a dragonfly, but only to the front and side of them.)
From the time a dragonfly egg hatches, it can live anywhere from six months to six years, but only about two months as an actual dragonfly. (fact, most of the time spent is as a nymph in the water before the dragonfly’s metamorphosis into a full grown dragonfly.)
In the old days, dragonflies would seek out bad kids and sew their mouths together with their claspers while they slept. Dragonflies were known as the devil’s darning needles. (myth – dragonflies don’t have pockets to carry the thread to the beds of sleeping wicked children.)