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Or just a male earwig with odd forceps?? Been scrutinising photos of both male and female forceps, and the one on the right does look a bit like a female one. But perhaps, as I say, it's just a male with a slightly odd pair!! Either way, thought it was fascinating!
Brown Moss - Shropshire
Thanks to David Williams for confirmation!
Canon EOS 6D - f/5 - 1/100sec - 80 mm - ISO 100
- figurine created by the Italian artist Beppe Duso.
Cloeon sp.
Subfamily: Cloeoninae
Family: Baetidae,
Order: Ephemeroptera
Daan Drukkers confirmed that this is in the family Baetidae and probably in the subfamily Cloeoninae. Baetidae is the family most notable for the presence of turbinate eyes in the males. Other Australian families with species having turbinate eyes include Leptophlebiidae.
Daan offered this explanation: "Besides general impression of shape and size, the robustness of the forceps and the seemingly single (instead of double) intercallairy veins at the wing edge are characteristic of Cloeoninae. There seems to be no hind wing (which can be present in Cloeoninae but is almost always present in Baetinae)."
If we take that subfamily as correct, then the genus must be Cloeon as no other genus is known from that subfamily in Australia.
There are five candidate species within that genus that are known to be present in Australia. At this stage, I haven't been able to attribute this observation to one of those five species.
Interestingly, Srini Seenu has pointed out that this individual closely resembles Cloen viridulum, a species present in Oriental and Palearctic regions. It could well be that the range includes Australia, though there seems have been no prior observations of that species in Australia.
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Première fois que j'assistais à une émergence de A à Z. La larve était accrochée sur son support, encore mouillée, j'ai failli ne pas la voir. Puis une ouverture s'est faite sur le thorax. L'émergence à duré environ 45min jusqu'à l'envol de la libellule.
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Dendrocopus major
Mórchnagaire breac
[order] Piciformes | [family] Picidae | [latin] Dendrocopos major | [UK] Great Spotted Woodpecker | [FR] Pic épeiche | [DE] Buntspecht | [ES] Carpintero Picapinos | [IT] Picchio rosso maggiore | [NL] Grote Bonte Specht
spanwidth min.: 38 cm
spanwidth max.: 44 cm
size min.: 23 cm
size max.: 26 cm
Breeding
incubation min.: 10 days
incubation max.: 13 days
fledging min.: 20 days
fledging max.: 24 days
broods 1
eggs min.: 4
eggs max.: 7
Status: Recent colonist to broadleaf forests in eastern Ireland.
Conservation Concern: Green-listed in Ireland. The European population has been evaluated as Secure.
Identification: About the same size as Mistle Thrush. A distinctive black and white bird when seen well. The face, throat and underparts are white, while the back, rump and tail are black. Also has a large white patch at the base of the wings, while the vent is pale red. In flight, the wings are mainly black, with obvious rows of spotting on the primaries and secondaries. Adult male Great Spotted Woodpeckers are identifiable by a small red patch on the back of the head. Adult females have a black nape and crown.
Similar Species: None in Ireland.
Call: The most frequently heard call is a loud "kick", when agitated given in a continous series. Does not sing, but has distinctive drumming display from early Spring onwards. Drumms last between 1 and 2 seconds.
Diet: Feeds on insects found in wood, as well as pine cones in autumn. During the breeding season, may also take eggs and chicks of other birds. Will visit garden bird tables in suburban areas.
Breeding: Only a handful of pairs breed in Ireland, usually in oak woodlands with some coniferous woods nearby. A common species in Britain and Continental Europe and frequently visits bird feeders in gardens. Breeds in nestholes it excavates in decaying wood.
Wintering: Great Spotted Woodpeckers remain on their territory during the winter. Young birds move to new territories in autumn
Where to See: The good places to look for Great Spotted Woodpeckers include the woodlands around the Glendalough Lakes, as well as Tomnafinogue Wood in south County Wicklow.
Great-spotted Woodpecker is the most widespread and common woodpecker on the European continent. Male has black and white plumage, with red vent and rear crown. Forehead is buffy-white and crown is black. Cheeks and throat are white with a black moustache, joining the red nape, descending towards the chest and joining again the black back while it borders a white patch on the side of the neck. Upperparts are black, with white large patches on wings and white edges on primaries. Tail is black with white spots on outer feathers. Underparts are whitish with a broad black semi-collar on upper breast, and red vent. The strong pointed bill is black, eyes are dark, circled by fine white stripe. Legs and zygodactylous feet are greyish. It has long sticky tongue, to extract insects and larvae from bark crevices. Female has entire black crown. Juvenile has red crown and duller plumage than adults. Birds of west and south of Europe have brownish-white forehead and underparts, and weaker bill. Birds from Algeria and Tunisia have black and red chest, and red of the vent extending to belly.
Great-spotted Woodpecker feeds mostly in trees, on trunks and large branches. It drills holes to get sap, and the insects attracted to it. Rarely feeds on the ground. It catches pine-cones or nuts between the bark, in order to open the seeds with its beak. The routine is to work upwards on the trunk, and also side to side, taping the bark to extract food from crevices, with the tip of its sticky tongue. Spring is announced by early morning drumming, and aerial chases with 2 or 3 birds through the canopy, while they chatter loudly. Flight displays are performed by both adults. They perform spiral flights and align close to the trunk with semi-open and quivering wings. The Great-spotted Woodpecker is very shy, and outside breeding season, solitary. It roosts in old holes in trees.
Habitat
From arctic taiga through boreal and temperate to Mediterranean and alpine forest zones, wherever there are trees of any sort with sufficient growth to accommodate nest-holes. Isolated and scattered trees in parks, avenues, gardens, orchards, and open or miniature woodlands less favoured, unless adjoined by larger stands of broad-leaved, coniferous, or mixed tree species, latter being commonly preferred.
Other details
Dendrocopos major is a widespread resident across most of Europe, which accounts for less than half of its global range. Its European breeding population is extremely large (>12,000,000 pairs), and was stable between 1970-1990. Although there were declines in a few countries during 1990-2000, populations were stable or increased across the majority of its European range—including sizeable ones in France, Germany, Poland, Ukraine and Russia—and the species remained stable overall.
Two races inhabiting the Canary islands of this widespread woodpecker are included in Annex I. The race canariensis, endemic to Tenerife, is estimated at about 100 breeding pairs; the race thanneri, endemic to Gran Canaria, at maximum 250 breeding pairs. Both are strictly dependent on native pine (Pinus canariensis) forests and are vulnerable
Feeding
Mainly insects, but tree seeds (mainly of conifers) often staple diet in winter; bird eggs and nestlings may be common in diet during summer. Climbs trees in search of insects using stiff tail-feathers as prop; may hang upside down from branches but never proceeds head downward. In summer, pokes and probes fissures in bark for surface insects and uses bill as forceps to pull away bark. In winter, seeks insects in decaying trees mainly by hacking and pecking at bark and wood, knocking off loose material with lateral blows of bill and cutting grooves with vertical blows. Chisels holes up to 10 cm deep to expose wood-boring beetles and larvae. Tongue extends up to 40 mm and harpoon-like tip used to impale soft-bodied prey; harder insects adhere to tongue bristles coated with sticky saliva. In many populations conifer seeds important in winter; cones gathered and taken to ‚anvil‘ (often specially prepared) for extraction of seeds. Fleshy fruits regularly eaten in summer and autumn. Locally, may be major predator of tit nestlings, especially Willow Tit. Drills rings of holes round trees to drink sap oozing out, or possibly also to eat exposed cambium of tree or to feed on insects attracted to sap.
Conservation
This species has a large range, with an estimated global Extent of Occurrence of 1,000,000-10,000,000 km². It has a large global population, including an estimated 24,000,000-37,000,000 individuals in Europe (BirdLife International in prep.). Global population trends have not been quantified, but the species is not believed to approach the thresholds for the population decline criterion of the IUCN Red List (i.e. declining more than 30% in ten years or three generations). For these reasons, the species is evaluated as Least Concern. [conservation status from birdlife.org]
Breeding
Great-spotted Woodpecker nests in holes. Both adults excavate this hole, in March and April. They use a new nest each year, excavating the hole during one or two weeks, depending on the hardness of the wood. The chamber of the nest is about 30 cm deep, and the entrance is oval-shaped, at about 4 m above the ground. The chamber is lined with wood chips. The female lays 4 to 7 white eggs, between mid-may to early June. Incubation lasts about 16 days, done by female during the day, and by male at night. Chicks hatch altricial, and both parents feed them. They fledge at about 18 to 21 days of age. They reach their sexual maturity at one year. Adults keep the nest clean, removing chick's droppings. Young are very noisy. Adults remain in nearly area while chicks are in the nest. This species produces only one brood per year.
Migration
Largely resident and dispersive; N populations also subject to eruptive migration. Juvenile dispersal often over 100 km, and up to c. 600 km. In N Europe, periodic eruptive movements triggered by poor crop of pine or spruce seeds, begin in late Jul; small groups and loose flocks migrate S & W, and occasionally large numbers involved, e.g. 2240 through Pape, in Latvia, during Aug-Oct 1999, and Sizeable flocks recorded in N Britain in autumn 2001; individuals may stray more than 3000 km, some reaching oceanic islands. Similar movements in Far East, but less well studied; stragglers found even on remote islands. Also, populations in mountain areas descend to valleys in winter. (del Hoyo J Elliott A, Sargatal J (eds) 2002)
} Part 7 of 7. This is the last installment of what has been the Flickrverse’s backstory of Clayface. For the complete final arc, start at “Reprise”. I want to express a thank you (that can’t even begin to be big enough) to Duncan Young, Lord Allo, and though they are inactive, Brute Eatin and FeelOkayInc as well, for that first invitation to be canon in the universe they started. And also, to anyone that’s stuck through even one of these stories, or left a kind comment: This really has been a blast, because of you. {
The charge is fleeting. Morgan immediately butts heads with Bonecrusher and comes to a standstill. Ivy vaults out the way of several gunshots, with the aid of a stalk erupting through the pavement. Electro uses the plant as cover to retaliate with his own blaster. I head straight for Flannegan, still standing over my son, but Diablo throws up a funnel of fire in my way.
Zodiac: To hell with this. I’m a lover, not a fighter.
He releases smoke pellets from a cancer symbol on his suit, and just as the King of Cats lunges for him, he vanishes.
Electro: Recreant deserter!
Sims still stands out of range, surveying the pandemonium. He shakes his head at me.
Myself (glowering): You’ll beg for death, Sims. For me.
Sims (ignoring me, his words finally having tired): The big man sends his regards. He couldn’t make it, but he wanted you to know he’s thinking of you.
At that, I begin to realize several faces in the sea of challengers before me are painted. Pastel cheeks. Bright hair. Clowns. HE was still there, in the background, taunting me. I barrel through three of the henchmen, slicing one across the chest. Sims only smiles.
***
Garfield Lynns clambers out of the rubble. His hand is still tight around his tool’s trigger, but little more than a spark spurts forth in response. Fuel is leaking from his tanks fast. And three of Sims’ lackeys are approaching: Planet Master, some hulking devil… thing, and that green creep that was sucking up to Sims.
Gar (only half-kidding): … Batman?
Bulb: He’s taking a swim.
Burke: Any less-pathetic last words?
Gar: Gosh, uh, how does Sims taste?
Burke (lowering his palms): I don’t get it.
Bulb: I do. Let’s haul him back there so the boss can take this chump’s ‘headshot of death’. I didn’t develop my greatest handiwork for it to be used ONCE.
NKVDemon: I kill him here. Camera doesn’t need them all for himself.
Burke: But I wanna try the suit out on-
Bulb: NEVER MIND, someone just off him!
NKVDemon: до свида́ния, little bug.
Gar: Okay, what I really meant was…
He discreetly taps his flamethrower’s muzzle to the fuel puddle.
Gar: Burn.
The trail ignites and flows into Gar’s wrecked pack. It detonates, propelling Gar straight into Burke, too fast for NKVDemon to take aim, and back towards Karlo and the others. The blast also catches Bulb, flinging him, alight and screeching wildly, into the water.
***
I’ve gained next to no ground on Diablo, continuously swarmed by underlings and nobody-villains. In my peripheral vision, Morgan has thoroughly taken Harbinger’s Bonecrusher body out of the fight, but is being menaced by Swagman, Pyg and Karl. Ivy is still on the defense, and Electro is running headlong into a billowing ash cloud for a kill. I try to tear away and assist even one of them, only to be assaulted with the sensation of railroad spikes easing into my brain, and a nauseating, distinctive tune being hummed. Tetch had gotten within range. I thrash about blindly, but couldn’t land a single blow, even on the odd minion. Then it ceases, and I’m greeted by Gar holding his flamethrower like a mallet; Tetch, with a bruised jaw, dazed at his feet.
Gar (already dashing away from a hail of gunfire): Don’t take on Sims yet! His secret weapon… I think it’s in his h-
That’s all I can make out before Burke floats down and a gravitational surge tosses car-sized chunks of cement at me from every direction. I briefly make contact with my son’s stare before I’m entombed by the avalanche.
***
Ivy endures her plants' cries as they choke on the flames that are now spreading everywhere. A few Joker goons are wrenched into the ground by enraged roots. She spies Anarky, on the heels of Gar, and scoops him up easily in a tangle of wicked-looking briar thorns. He howls, until he realizes it’s only heightening the agony. Ivy draws him closer.
Ivy (venomously): My son is going learn you and your friends are not the most terrifying force in Gotham. I am.
Ulysses (excruciatingly collecting himself in his final breath): There’ll be more h-… after me. Ngh… I AM Gotham.
His thumb pulls taut a cord under his jacket; his vest is rigged. Ivy narrowly grows a mass of branches in front of herself as the explosion shakes the entire yard.
***
The shockwave helps clear the debris suffocating me, but I make it no more than a step outside my crater before Burke has attacked again, icing me over to a Plutonian temperature. I’m helpless as I see NKVDemon approaching Gar’s hideaway; Diablo, readying to torch a pile of lumber Ivy may or may not be alive under. Electro springs out of a recently-formed ditch and zaps Dorian with his firearm. Before my eyes, the mad doctor shrinks to the size of a tangerine, and Electro gleefully crushes the pitiful thing. I would have gladly turned away, if not for my cocoon. What have I wrought?
Electro’s celebration is cut off by shrapnel ripping into his shoulder. He trips. I hear a muffled decree of revenge before he hits a button on his belt and warps into nothingness, just as Swagman fires at him again. Morgan bolts at him from behind, with Pyg’s cleaver wedged in his collarbone. Swagman draws his own blade and the pair tussles up and over a trench carved in the concrete, out of sight. Burke hasn’t let up on my prison for one moment. Sims… I see Sims looking hideously pleased. He’s about to call it a wrap.
?: A bloodbath, and I reccceived no invitation? I ssshould be insssulted.
A second, deeper rasp, piercing the battleground: Bad call, Camera. Word travels fast in our line of work… I didn’t even ask the coin for this one.
A Thompson submachine gun being cocked finally betrays the location of the echoing voices. Sims’ forces turn as one to see Two-Face and his gang, Dr. Hellfern, The Mad Monk and even Magan, marching in behind me. Some of my oldest comrades. I hadn’t even asked them.
Magan: Hhnngm FNGND.
Sims: … What?
Hellfern (injecting something into his forearm): Er sagte, … ”you’re fucked.”
Diablo acts faster than anyone, lobbing two quick fireballs at the group. Magan unpacks his sandblaster and turns it on the projectiles. The collision fuses the sand to glass, and multitudes of shards fly into Diablo’s eyes, as well as a few larger ones into Burke’s suit. They aren’t dead, but their successive moans tell me that prospect wouldn’t be entirely disagreeable to them. The Mad Monk darts forward, displacing clowns like water, hurling a few straight up. Hellfern is now metamorphosing into a gangling monster, protrusions of unnatural bone all along his back.
Hellfern: Now I haff become... Death.
Pyg (the first in Hellfern’s path): Oh my… you *snort* are ALREADY perfect…
Hellfern backhands Pyg, joining in The Monk’s carnage. Gar and I are freed now, back to back with Dent, as everyone Sims has left rallies. I can’t see Ivy; the rain has increased, and the entire area is a smoldering maze.
***
Ivy stirs under the wood pile, feeling a cold hand on her arm. It’s… The Mad Monk? When did…
Tepes: Ssstay out of sssight; I can sssmell internal bleeding.
She ignores him, standing with some travail. An atrocious creature with Doctor Death’s unmistakable facial hair teeters after the vampire, dragging a body like a doll.
Tepes: The boy, Hellfern! Ssspare only the one that appearsss as Clayfaccce!
Ivy sees they’re making a beeline for Sims and Flannegan; the two, along with her son, are almost backed up to the water’s edge. All their defenses are occupied by Basil. She meets Sims’ eyes from a distance. There’s worry in them. And she savors it.
Sims (pushing along his feeble captive and directing Flannegan with a nod): That’d be your department.
Tepes is upon him first. With his staff, Flannegan counters three swipes from the hooked, undead fingers, and with a fourth move, drives the blunt end into Tepes’ neck. The Monk gurgles and bellows, as Flannegan snaps his own weapon in half, bashing Tepes in the forehead with the lantern, and finally thrusting the remaining section of the rod into his heart. Ivy hasn’t managed more than a few yards, in her condition.
Flannegan: And the next…
Hellfern wails like a phantom, slashing at his much shorter foe. Flannegan lures his attacks towards a stack of tires, rolling out of way for Hellfern to stab into the rubber and negate their lethality. The swings are still powerful though, and just one nicking Flannegan’s calf slings him upside down into a brick wall. Hellfern fails to finish the job, however, downed by two potshots in the skull, courtesy of NKVDemon. The Russian himself receives several stray bullets seconds later, from Two-Face’s gun.
Ivy sees her opportunity, but falters as she nears Flannegan. He wipes a glove on his leg, and bends down to her. He removes his mask.
Flannegan (hovering close enough to feel her breath): Go ahead, plant one on me.
Her fist flies up, but not to his face. A sizable, lush tree with green fruits pushes through the ground, but no vines or barbs reach out at Flannegan. She slumps.
Flannegan: Cute. Yeah, not really my type anyway.
He stretches, looking up at the rain trickling through the leaves and onto his eyes.
Flannegan: You know, I would’ve helped you and Basil if you’d come to me first. Just the luck of the draw. You both could’ve stood to be mor- agh… gAAH… HAUUG-
The sap of the manchineel tree behind Flannegan has already begun exhibiting its blistering effects, only spurred on by the rain carrying it. Ocular and respiratory damages, Ivy knows, will soon follow. She and Flannegan both crumple.
***
Magan, Gar and Two-Face are all pinned down, but there doesn’t appear to be any more heavy-hitters to have a chance at slowing me. Sims must still be trapped along the shore. I start to transform into a Joker thug, but I’m blindsided by someone we’ve all overlooked: Hagen. Still taking cheap shots. We trade punches and attempts to draw in the others’ mind, ending in a stalemate just far enough from Sims, and my son, to be seen through the haze.
Myself (to Hagen, via our current telepathic link): I’m sure you’d like to think you’re my arch-enemy, Hagen, but I’m killing you quickly. Not even for Cassie will I give you the satisfaction…
Hagen (also through the link, barely warding off my onslaught): Cassie… alive. Please… make it seem… I’m dead… or Sims will… my friends…
Sims cannot see from his position that Hagen’s hand is stretched out to a manhole, a portion of himself preparing to sever.
Hagen (pleading): I failed his plan… Please Basil… I have… other life.
Any longer and Sims will know something is wrong. I steel myself, hardly believing it as I allow just enough of Hagen to wriggle out of sight. The faintest “Thank-“ reverberates through what I still have left of him in my clutches. Then I lay it on hard, for Sims’ enjoyment.
Myself (with the Hagen decoy): This… is what I promised you… for stealing from me!
Sims sees me consume what he thinks is the last of Hagen, and he fidgets slightly as I turn to him. My sons eyes are so, so empty now.
Myself: Release him. You can’t do anything else.
Sims (hoisting the boy to his feet): Y’know how I know you’re wrong? Because what I’m going to kill you with, I already tried out. On Sloane. Yeah, he DID remember you. I had Hagen replace him because that imbecile, after you burned his face off, FORGAVE you, in his last moments. So I put the sap out of his delusional misery.
I’m at a loss. What could I say, “How could you”? After what I had done?
Sims: Gotham’s underworld is stagnating, with the likes of you at the helm. I’ll be giving back to the lifestyle you claimed to care about… once you’re a lifeless mound.
Can my son hold himself together if he should fall in the water? Don’t let this happen…
Myself: I sent you down the wrong path… Harry. I never would have let you take this road if I knew-
Sims (through his teeth): That I would be better than you at it! You. STILL. Can’t say it!
Myself: Let me be a better father to him than I was to you. I can’t fix anything here, only move past.
Sims (ready to shove the boy): Save it!
A sudden splash startles us both, and a cord fired from the bay a few meters out snags Sims’ pant leg. He hollers as The Batman, still grappling with the yellow scuba diver, succeeds in toppling him. I react just in time to catch my son, who made no movement to stop from falling in himself. And like that, at long last, my child is there, in my arms. He looks like me, but I can’t feel me at all when I hold him; he’s really himself. His own.
Myself: Do you know me?
He finally overcomes his trance. His hand tries to point at me.
Myself: Do you know… your mother?
My son (now extending a hand to the ground): Cold… below…
More violent breaches of the water’s surface ring out, and I’m reminded of our need to flee. Gar is a distance away, just now making it through a stilled battlefield.
Gar (checking his back): Basil? You got him, let’s go!
Myself (to my son, as I begin to lead him away to cover): I understand. I’ll take you back to the sewer. You’ll never have to see any of this again.
His grip now equals my own, and I know he comprehends. I would make good on what I said to her all that time ago. He would be my one wise choice. Not a repeat. Not a mistake. She could heal him again. Knowing that, I could rest.
***
Sims flounders and sputters. Tiger Shark still hasn’t done away with The Bat. And now, Basil is going to get away… The thought flows through his veins, and gives him new strength. He kicks and claws his way out of the mess of cable and cape, overflowing with loathing. He rockets straight onto land on his stomach, letting loose a bloodcurdling shriek, flicking the new mechanism behind his mask. The helmet is waterlogged, but he hears Gar’s concerned cry to Basil; he’s in range. Sims takes the shot.
***
Gar sees Basil and the kid rounding a barrier from Sims’ attack, as he falls back himself, behind a container, shutting his eyes. There’s still a white puff that penetrates his lids, and for an instant, he thinks he’s done for. But he still feels the gravel under his head. The newly acquired burns. He cracks one eye, then crawls back to the open.
There’s Basil… or his son?.. Standing over… dust. Already the pile is being carried away in the runoff.
Gar: Jesus… Basil?
They don’t say anything, just stand like a statue, save for trembling hands. Sims, folded over the dock, rips off his helmet. He too witnesses the scene, and begins half-choking, half falling over himself in hysterics.
Sims (in stitches): It… it doesn’t matter! Ha ha… It’s even more perfect in a way… It…
A spray of bullets scares Sims into submerging. Two-Face hikes up into the scene.
Two-Face: Which of them..?
Gar: I don’t know.
Ivy is has found it in herself to rise again. She sees the last of the unknown victim slide away, in addition to the survivor standing over it. He looks at her with such departure and a quality of lostness. It’s her turn as a statue when the Clayface still living descends into a grate. Gar sprints to it, calling out, but they’re gone.
***
Sims regains his head as Tiger Shark throws him down.
Sims: We’re on… ground…
Tiger Shark: My sub. Bats is shish kebab-ed, good as dead. Now cough up.
Sims (breaking into a laugh again): Good as dead. Aheh. GOOD, as dead. As most things ar-
Tiger Shark (punching him): You full of it? I want my payment, asshat.
Sims (composing momentarily): You’ll get your fortune. The previous holder… won’t miss it. He hasn’t for a while. H-ha…
Tiger Shark (dropping him again): I plan to wear a REAL suit before my career is up, you get me? I’m done with this dress-up crap. You try to get funny, I’ll feed you your hands.
Sims pets the photo in his pocket. Damaged, but distinguishable. Basil Karlo’s last moment alive. It will need a frame.
***
Ivy turns as The Mad Monk, singed and impaled, joins the rest.
Tepes (removing the skewer): Amateursss, ssstill consssulting fairytalesss to ssslay me…
Two-Face: If that putz didn’t drown, he and I are having words… Where are you headed, Lynns?
Gar: … Drink.
Ivy cradles Morgan’s massive head. He now carries Swagman’s machete in his chest too. The blood has pooled as high as his heels.
Morgan: Did Basil… get…
Ivy: Yes.
Morgan (every syllable arduous): He told me… your son. Back when he was better… he liked Creighton. For a name. Had he said…
The bestial man’s muscles stop being ridged. Ivy’s head bows.
Tepes (walking with Hellfern’s broken form): He mussst be returned to hisss lab, with hassste.
He pauses only briefly, before soaring away.
Tepes: My… condolensssesss.
Magan punts a rock.
Two-Face: One of them was still there! Go after him, before-
Ivy: He won’t come back. Neither of them. Whichever one it was.
***
Cassie sits up. Not the first time she had done so, greeted by broken ribs and a nasal cannula. God she hated those. Alfred is standing by, alerted by the same thing that roused her: The Batmobile returning to base. She goes to hop up before Alfred gives her a sad, stern look.
Bruce (bounding out of the car’s cockpit, the engine running): Some of them got away. Kyle. Zodiac. Tetch. I need footage from the entire district.
Alfred: The computer is still irreparable. Sir… the harpoon in your arm-
Bruce (already having located gauze and forceps): Is the reason I’m not telling you this over comms. Find another way. Gordon’s officers can’t round them all up in time; a new one got away aboard a submarine.
Cassie: Basil?
Bruce: You’re in that bed because of him. Worry about recovering.
Cassie: He had to have known I’d survive the fall. Maybe he was forced to. They had his son…
Bruce is already patched up, Alfred trailing and scolding him all the way back down to the Batmobile.
Cassie (laying back): I know it wasn’t you Basil. It had to have been something…
***
News gets around before dawn. Claims to the bodies in the street, most of them false boasts. Money traded from a few macabre bets on the outcome. And Gotham would see no shortage of villains even now. The lowest of the low were emboldened. The mainstay masterminds and gangsters’ trigger fingers were faster than ever. Seeds of rivalry now planted would ensure for the city’s unrest and a hundred more wars to be fought in the night.
In a rundown carnival, a pair of red lips arches with glee, while a battered henchman tells the whole story again. The Clown Prince of Crime kicks up his spatterdashes and toys with an old VHS of the original “Dread Castle” in one hand, and a root beer float in the other.
“Here’s mud in your eye, Karlo. I’ll thank the academy for you.”
***
Ext. A farmers’ market - The next day
Matt Hagen: Carrots, two-forty a bundle? You keep trying to rob us, and I’ll give you your own supervillain name.
The lady grocer across from him: You are perfectly within your rights to take your business elsewhere, pal.
They both laugh.
Matt (paying): My cat likes them; please, show some mercy.
Grocer (still acting): I only make exceptions for friends.
Matt glances around while she’s opening the cash register. No cameras. No stalkers.
Matt: Ouch… say listen, if it’s not indelicate, I haven’t asked… why are you here? In Gotham, not the market, I mean.
Grocer: It’s my hometown, I’ve alway loved it here, especially summer.
Matt rolls his eyes.
Grocer: Yeah, well, what’d you think? I’m stuck here for now. Who isn’t?
Matt: You know, I could leave anytime. I’m kind of over this place. Most of it, anyway. I might even ask a friend to tag along.
Grocer (smirking): Sounds adventurous for the person that always gets carrots, two bags.
Matt: It’s just… someone I knew, who I thought wouldn’t have given me the time of day, did something really amazing for me recently. I think it’s time I let some people in myself. Shed my layer.
***
Int. “My Alibi” - 2:47 AM, right after the dust had settled
Drury Walker: … Just like that? Where’d Sims, and Batman, and that… other guy go?
Gar: Underwater. I don’t know Dru.
Drury: I can’t believe… Sewer King too.
Two-Face: Maybe it wouldn’t be so unbelievable if you’d BEEN there, Moth.
Gar (downing a shot): Piss off Dent, s’nothing he could’ve done.
Drury opens his mouth but says nothing.
Two-Face: Well it turned out there was nothing ANY of us could’ve done. What this stripy oaf failed to acknowledge, same as Sims, Flannegan, all those others, is that Basil was a founder. Of everything that IS, now, for Gotham’s criminals. And if you respected the ounce of credibility YOU have, you’d have SHOWED.
Len (without looking up, with fingers laced on his counter): You can rant out there.
Two-Face: Another softy. That goes double for you, Eraser, you greasy…
He kicks over a stool and points at Drury as he goes.
Two-Face: Don’t let me see your face until you can say you protect the likes of us. That you’ll risk something. I won’t hold my breath.
Magan passes Len Basil’s knife, recovered from the scene, before stepping out.
Len: And Ivy. She’s long gone by now?
Gar: Get me another one of these.
Drury: I swear I would’ve gone, but I’ve, eh, met someone. Being there, on Clayface’s side… it’s that new Tiger guy. If he’d seen me, there’s no way he’d let me near… what I mean to say is, I need his approval with…
Gar: Hey, am I blaming you? And am I asking?
Drury: … Do you love anyone?
Gar: God I need to be more drunk than this.
Len: Lay low for a while. You’ve got a gimmick, you’ve got heart. You’ll make it big one day.
Drury: I’d be there, for either of you guys. One day, I swear it. What other family am I ever going to have?
} The End {
Venison cooked in coal, celeriac, ketchup, golden raisin. Another image from the series of pictures taken during "An Evening With Jamie Scott", 2014 MaterChef professional winner at the Cail Bruich Restaurant in Glasgow earlier this month.
Just the day after one of those busy weekend at work we decided to head East for some cod action . The venue close to Dunbar looked perfect and with this amazing weather in store we were ready to go . Early bell and filling up the car , roof bars ready , Kayak on top .The gears are easy sorted and go into two big washing basket .The list go on , paddle , kayak seat , wet suit , foam floatation device , big sponge , zip bag for the fish , cool box , 2 rods , one fly rod and one short spinning rod , knife , forceps , sandwiches , drogue . drink bottle and then 2 boxes of terminal tackle including , rigs , soft lures , feathers and weights . The drive east early morning is fine , long straight road with plenty commuters heading to work . The sun's appear in the far distance and the wind mill are turning slow ,this is going to be a great day .70 miles or so later and finally the empty beach awaiting for us . I look into the horizon and the sea looks like a millpond with 2 dots 1/2 mile away , my friends are already . I set up the gears and fill up the kayak bits by bits just like a ritual . 5 minutes pass and Tam just arrive , he unload is craft and set up too . We drag our kayak onto the grass and then the sandy beach , the tide is high luckily saving us a long walk . I slowly sit down on the kayak and the light westerly breeze push me out to sea . I admire the crystal clear water and look down , there is little trail of sea snail engraved into the sand . The kelp bottom just looks like an under water forest with very small fish swimming around . Tam and myself paddle right out in the mile zone , the coastal light house is there with all the reflection , the majestic Bassrock with 80 000 gannets flying around in the far distance . This is a great morning , flat as you wanted to be . I drop a little silvery wedge deep down and slowly jerk it foot from the bottom , and the very first small cod pops around . And again , 40 foot of water below small codling are taking the silver lure . The next fish is a scorpion fish , one of those ugly fish with massive spines and huge mouths . Small one though but beautiful brownish marking . I take a quick photo and send him back to the deep . By that time we caught up with Bill . Bill is the veteran kayak anglers ,Very smart ,very fit and witty . His technique for the day is baited feathers and he is having a ling day . Ling after ling and mostly ling are taking his sea food cocktail . 8 in total , nothing really in size but still good sport .The days goes on and although it is nearly October it feels like summer . I talk to Bill as we fish close by and looking far out to sea and tell him , it's got to be a 10 pounder around here . After 6 hours drifting around and paddling Bill decide to head home and same to me , I was ready to call it a day , My rod went stiff once again and had fish on . A heavy leaded soft lure at the bottom and a lighter one just above did the trick . Straight away I knew the fish was good as it was taking line and more line , I took it easy making sure I was well connected giving nothing away . The fish came up to the surface and I grabbed it .With a small video of the fight in-store and a good cod on the soft fox lure and a couple of picture we finally headed home . Most fish are released and some are kept ,this one was a keeper . I put the fish in the cool box and headed home , my heart still pounding with a small grin on my face . I gutted the fish and weighted it .3.3 kg . I filleted it just like a fish monger and saved it in the freezer for the days to come ..Just add chips ..tight line all .Nicolas
I have to watch my shows.
One way to make a photo more disturbing is to turn it not obviously upside down. Viewers can tell something's wrong, but they're not sure what. Other ways are to make it slightly redder and the lighting a bit harsher.
Inspired by "The Clockwork Orange".
So, I thought for this it was best to get some light sensitive paper and see what could be done. Cool stuff, but a mild pain to process. Lots of fun to be had with the kids though.
Wonderfully Weird Wally -
Taking a short break from my long hike, I slumped to the ground in relief. The remaining water in my bottle was drained in a few gulps and then my eyes rested on an average Joe lounging on a bed of green. Something about him make me want to stay. I embraced the mysterious air that flowed from him to me. He returned my stare hoping I would shy off, but I held my gaze.
Wally: Hey, what are you looking at? You better leave quick before the daytime moon rise… highh… AWOoooooo!
SBT: Hey! Your harrowing howl turns my blood to ice!
Wally: Argh… it’s… arrgh… happening… aaarg…
At the next second, doused in a shaft of beam, he began to groan in agony and tumble like a cosmic dice. I sense something wasn’t quite right. Within a blinking moment, the bug had spider strings tumbling out on his feelers, legs and abdomen at a rate faster than superman. Instantly inflicted by the itch of curiosity, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
SBT: Why, I don’t understand this freakish switch. Your oddity is in a class with… the sixth toe… an upturned umbrella that catches the rain and the hyper bargain hunter clambering down an up moving escalator.
Wally: As a matter of fact, I hail from the city of Smooth and Sleek. One fine day while I was sipping caterpillar stew, a drunken fairy with scarlet crayon painted on both cheeks staggered towards me. She kissed me, not once but twice. I fainted when her hairy yucky tongue grazed my belly.
SBT: Um… your incredible story defies all logic. What happened later?
Wally: The scary fairy was gone when I regain consciousness. My life has never been the same. I soon realized whenever the sun laid down his head, I get the Ambras syndrome for a few hours on every full moon. OW-Owww!
SBT: Of all things, a fluctuating werebug. Cruel destiny should transform you into a malodorous trash bin or an emotionless armchair instead. Fortunately, you weren’t force to work in a freak show like Joseph Merrick, the Elephant Man.
Wally: Sob! The worst isn’t over. My manes didn’t recede when I morph back to a regular bug. Yanking the strands myself is too tedious and painful. Usually I asked the earwig to shear me off like a sheep with his forceps. He makes fun all the time how I shed pounds after my snip.
SBT: Tsk tsk, you pitiful beast. The best thing I can do is to shoot you, not with a silver bullet but with my gun. The artificial light fired would make your dark miserably world seems a bright sky for one second!
When all is said and done, the insect right himself on the legs again and open his wings. With a blissful wishful sigh, I bade goodbye. The bizarre things that nature disclosed are never ending. This amazing one, his hair of Afghan Hound verily chains my heart in passion play so tight.
'Flicking the Vs' at me with her forceps. Lesser earwigs live in heat-producing heaps of organic matter; classically piles of horse manure, but also compost heaps, rubbish dumps etc. This one was from my garden compost heap.
Can u belive i did this :) ? Ohh i love my job!
Procedures:
-Removal of the remaining roots and teeths.
-Alveoloplasty & gingivectomy
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2ª Consulta
Data: 12/05/2010
Alessandra Souza (eu) e Priscilla Lopes
Prof. Marcelo
_______________________________________
Região: Hemi-arcada inferior direita
Técnica anestésica: -Anestesia infiltrativa (nn alveolar médio e posterior) - -localizada em cada dente
-Anestesia N. Mentual
-Trígono retromolar
Anestésico: Mepivacaína com vaso [6 1/2 tubetes]
Procedimento: Remoção das raízes remanescentes e dentes perdidos, sem forceps, só com alavancas.
Instrumentos: cj alavancas e elevadores (apenas luxando com as alavancas), sindesmótomo e alveolótomo. Fio de sutura nª04.
***Sem nenhum forceps***
Surgical/dissection instruments in a green-brown canvas material that rolls up a few times and stays closed with two attached strings tied around it. There is a label handwritten very neatly in pen, "Mila Rindge". Canvas opens to lay out flat with a large flaps along the length of the material to almost meet in the middle. When these flaps are opened, there are many cloth 'pockets' down the center of the material. These pockets help to keep a variety of small, mostly metal handheld tools (such as scissors and forceps) in place and only cover a small part of each. Possibly a surgical or dissection kit. Some tools have the engraving, "Adams Germany" and others have, "Crescent U.S.A." When open, the case is 11 1/2" x 8 1/8" with each flap having a width of about 4", and when closed, the case is 8 1/8" x 3 1/2" x 1 1/2".
Belonged to Mila E. Rindge or her father Milo. Purchased at a local antique store as a collection inside classic doctor’s bag by MHS Director Jennifer Simpson in October 2020
ACC# 2020.120.009
See other medical related items in the MHS museum at flic.kr/s/aHsmTm2Swj
(Photo credit - Bob Gundersen www.flickr.com/photos/bobphoto51/albums)
Forcipiger flavissimus - Poisson-pincette jaune ou Chelmon à long bec ou Poisson-papillon long bec - Yellow longnose butterflyfish or Forceps butterflyfish
atelier ying, nyc.
Christie's Poirot departs from both the medical profiling method and Holmes to become more of a collector and archivist in the film script versions of the Christie stories. It is here that Poirot's dramatized analytic method comes squarely into the sights of my world, for the series producers have painstakingly added exquisite details to the tools of Poirot as if he were related to James Bond. Incidentally, this kit is so much better than an teenager's make-believe kit, and no harder to assemble for the real thing. I have added a camera which would fit the level of analysis of Poirot's work.
The calf leather attaché detection kit functions to extract, collect and analyze. For this it generously contains the following:
envelopes for collecting particles, test tubes with droppers for liquids, fingerprint powder, various cutting (scissors & knives), picking & retrieving (different sized tweezers & forceps) tools, magnifying glass, magnifying loupe, pencil, gloves, cleaning cloth and agent, a camera with aperture & shutter settings for infinity and macro, a developer in a separate casing the size of a cigarette case, two sets of film holders with 5 plates each, and a small matching calf leather bound notepad which is not really necessary actually as Poirot arranges his points of interest inside the little grey cells of his brain.
PS: the camera will be uploaded in the near future
Design, concepts, text and drawing are copyright 2014 by David Lo.
Can u belive i did this :) ? Ohh i love my job!
Procedures:
-Removal of the remaining roots and teeths.
-Alveoloplasty & gingivectomy
---------------------------------------------------------------
2ª Consulta
Data: 12/05/2010
Alessandra Souza (eu) e Priscilla Lopes
Prof. Marcelo
_______________________________________
Região: Hemi-arcada inferior direita
Técnica anestésica: -Anestesia infiltrativa (nn alveolar médio e posterior) - -localizada em cada dente
-Anestesia N. Mentual
-Trígono retromolar
Anestésico: Mepivacaína com vaso [6 1/2 tubetes]
Procedimento: Remoção das raízes remanescentes e dentes perdidos, sem forceps, só com alavancas.
Instrumentos: cj alavancas e elevadores (apenas luxando com as alavancas), sindesmótomo e alveolótomo. Fio de sutura nª04.
***Sem nenhum forceps***
i don't wanna go to sunset strip
i don't wanna feel the emptiness
bold marquees with stupid band names
i don't wanna go to sunset strip
and the grave-digger puts on the forceps
the stone mason does all the work
the barber can give you a haircut
the carpenter can take you out to lunch
i just want to play on my pan-pipes
i just want to drink me some wine
as soon as your born you start dying
so you might as well have a good time
sheep go to heaven
goats go to hell
Cake
"Prolonging the magic" album
[order] PICIFORMES | [family] Picidae | [latin] Dendrocopos major | [UK] Great Spotted Woodpecker | [FR] Pic epeiche | [DE] Buntspecht | [ES] Carpintero Picapinos | [NL] Grote Bonte Specht | [IRL] Mórchnagaire breac
spanwidth min.: 38 cm
spanwidth max.: 44 cm
size min.: 23 cm
size max.: 26 cm
Breeding
incubation min.: 10 days
incubation max.: 13 days
fledging min.: 20 days
fledging max.: 13 days
broods 1
eggs min.: 4
eggs max.: 7
Status: Recent colonist to broadleaf forests in eastern Ireland.
Conservation Concern: Green-listed in Ireland. The European population has been evaluated as Secure.
Identification: About the same size as Mistle Thrush. A distinctive black and white bird when seen well. The face, throat and underparts are white, while the back, rump and tail are black. Also has a large white patch at the base of the wings, while the vent is pale red. In flight, the wings are mainly black, with obvious rows of spotting on the primaries and secondaries. Adult male Great Spotted Woodpeckers are identifiable by a small red patch on the back of the head. Adult females have a black nape and crown.
Similar Species: None in Ireland.
Call: The most frequently heard call is a loud "kick", when agitated given in a continous series. Does not sing, but has distinctive drumming display from early Spring onwards. Drumms last between 1 and 2 seconds.
Diet: Feeds on insects found in wood, as well as pine cones in autumn. During the breeding season, may also take eggs and chicks of other birds. Will visit garden bird tables in suburban areas.
Breeding: Only a handful of pairs breed in Ireland, usually in oak woodlands with some coniferous woods nearby. A common species in Britain and Continental Europe and frequently visits bird feeders in gardens. Breeds in nestholes it excavates in decaying wood.
Wintering: Great Spotted Woodpeckers remain on their territory during the winter. Young birds move to new territories in autumn
Where to See: The good places to look for Great Spotted Woodpeckers include the woodlands around the Glendalough Lakes, as well as Tomnafinogue Wood in south County Wicklow.
Physical characteristics
Great-spotted Woodpecker is the most widespread and common woodpecker on the European continent. Male has black and white plumage, with red vent and rear crown. Forehead is buffy-white and crown is black. Cheeks and throat are white with a black moustache, joining the red nape, descending towards the chest and joining again the black back while it borders a white patch on the side of the neck. Upperparts are black, with white large patches on wings and white edges on primaries. Tail is black with white spots on outer feathers. Underparts are whitish with a broad black semi-collar on upper breast, and red vent. The strong pointed bill is black, eyes are dark, circled by fine white stripe. Legs and zygodactylous feet are greyish. It has long sticky tongue, to extract insects and larvae from bark crevices. Female has entire black crown. Juvenile has red crown and duller plumage than adults. Birds of west and south of Europe have brownish-white forehead and underparts, and weaker bill. Birds from Algeria and Tunisia have black and red chest, and red of the vent extending to belly.
Great-spotted Woodpecker feeds mostly in trees, on trunks and large branches. It drills holes to get sap, and the insects attracted to it. Rarely feeds on the ground. It catches pine-cones or nuts between the bark, in order to open the seeds with its beak. The routine is to work upwards on the trunk, and also side to side, taping the bark to extract food from crevices, with the tip of its sticky tongue. Spring is announced by early morning drumming, and aerial chases with 2 or 3 birds through the canopy, while they chatter loudly. Flight displays are performed by both adults. They perform spiral flights and align close to the trunk with semi-open and quivering wings. The Great-spotted Woodpecker is very shy, and outside breeding season, solitary. It roosts in old holes in trees.
Habitat
From arctic taiga through boreal and temperate to Mediterranean and alpine forest zones, wherever there are trees of any sort with sufficient growth to accommodate nest-holes. Isolated and scattered trees in parks, avenues, gardens, orchards, and open or miniature woodlands less favoured, unless adjoined by larger stands of broad-leaved, coniferous, or mixed tree species, latter being commonly preferred.
Other details
Dendrocopos major is a widespread resident across most of Europe, which accounts for less than half of its global range. Its European breeding population is extremely large (>12,000,000 pairs), and was stable between 1970-1990. Although there were declines in a few countries during 1990-2000, populations were stable or increased across the majority of its European range?including sizeable ones in France, Germany, Poland, Ukraine and Russia?and the species remained stable overall.
Two races inhabiting the Canary islands of this widespread woodpecker are included in Annex I. The race canariensis, endemic to Tenerife, is estimated at about 100 breeding pairs- the race thanneri, endemic to Gran Canaria, at maximum 250 breeding pairs. Both are strictly dependent on native pine (Pinus canariensis) forests and are vulnerable
Feeding
Mainly insects, but tree seeds (mainly of conifers) often staple diet in winter- bird eggs and nestlings may be common in diet during summer. Climbs trees in search of insects using stiff tail-feathers as prop- may hang upside down from branches but never proceeds head downward. In summer, pokes and probes fissures in bark for surface insects and uses bill as forceps to pull away bark. In winter, seeks insects in decaying trees mainly by hacking and pecking at bark and wood, knocking off loose material with lateral blows of bill and cutting grooves with vertical blows. Chisels holes up to 10 cm deep to expose wood-boring beetles and larvae. Tongue extends up to 40 mm and harpoon-like tip used to impale soft-bodied prey- harder insects adhere to tongue bristles coated with sticky saliva. In many populations conifer seeds important in winter- cones gathered and taken to ?anvil? (often specially prepared) for extraction of seeds. Fleshy fruits regularly eaten in summer and autumn. Locally, may be major predator of tit nestlings, especially Willow Tit. Drills rings of holes round trees to drink sap oozing out, or possibly also to eat exposed cambium of tree or to feed on insects attracted to sap.
Conservation
This species has an extremely large range, and hence does not approach the thresholds for Vulnerable under the range size criterion (Extent of Occurrence 30% decline over ten years or three generations). The population size is extremely large, and hence does not approach the thresholds for Vulnerable under the population size criterion (10% in ten years or three generations, or with a specified population structure). For these reasons the species is evaluated as Least Concern. [conservation status from birdlife.org]
Breeding
Great-spotted Woodpecker nests in holes. Both adults excavate this hole, in March and April. They use a new nest each year, excavating the hole during one or two weeks, depending on the hardness of the wood. The chamber of the nest is about 30 cm deep, and the entrance is oval-shaped, at about 4 m above the ground. The chamber is lined with wood chips. The female lays 4 to 7 white eggs, between mid-may to early June. Incubation lasts about 16 days, done by female during the day, and by male at night. Chicks hatch altricial, and both parents feed them. They fledge at about 18 to 21 days of age. They reach their sexual maturity at one year. Adults keep the nest clean, removing chicks droppings. Young are very noisy. Adults remain in nearly area while chicks are in the nest. This species produces only one brood per year.
Migration
Largely resident and dispersive- N populations also subject to eruptive migration. Juvenile dispersal often over 100 km, and up to c. 600 km. In N Europe, periodic eruptive movements triggered by poor crop of pine or spruce seeds, begin in late Jul- small groups and loose flocks migrate S & W, and occasionally large numbers involved, e.g. 2240 through Pape, in Latvia, during Aug-Oct 1999, and Sizeable flocks recorded in N Britain in autumn 2001- individuals may stray more than 3000 km, some reaching oceanic islands. Similar movements in Far East, but less well studied- stragglers found even on remote islands. Also, populations in mountain areas descend to valleys in winter. (del Hoyo J Elliott A, Sargatal J (eds) 2002)
another possible candidate for the cutest baby tropical fish contest ; - )
The Forceps Butterfly fish, Yellow Longnose Butterfly or Forcipiger flavissimus is a very common Butterflyfish which has a much less common relative, the Big Longnose (Forcipiger longirostris). Both are good at hide and seek and getting away from predators (I presume photographers as well).
The punkish look given by the fish raising the fins on the top surface always makes me smile .. and is a trait shared by other butterfly fish.
Sablière humide (ensemble sablonneux parcheminé de zones marécageuses) de Red Mill / A mix of a large sandy area mixed with wet and marshy places.
Trois-Rivières, Mauricie, Québec, Canada.