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As he sat there, the coldness of life steadily draining away as the emptying of a vessel, an addled expression marked his visage. The glinting of the beautifully crafted metal protruding his chest stained in crimson red, gave his reeling thoughts pause. All seemed surreal in the moment. Casting a look to his left hand, the smoking gun held therein felt too heavy to lift. An imperceptible scoff escaped his blood stained lips and within this solitude of silence, a presence was there. Her voice beautiful and calm. Seductive and reassuring.

"Believe in me and give in"

The man turned his head only slightly and responded, "I didn't expect you."

She uttered a soft laugh. It was the sweetest laugh one would ever hear. Then she replied, "No one ever does."

He heard her voice and the warmth of her breath upon the skin of his ear, and her soothing voice once more, "You are bleeding. You do not have to. I can help you, if you would only trust in me."

In disgust he spat, "You drove your blade through my chest. Caused me immeasurable pain, and you want me to trust you. Not a chance!"

She exhaled a soft sigh, "It is not my intention to cause pain. People have hunted me, fallen for me, died for me, lived for me, spoke ill of me, spoken good of me, not trusted me. And only a few took the opportunity to truly know me. Most of all, although you have never once took notice of me, I do know you, better than you know yourself, and have been with you all along."

The slumped man soaked in blood gasped for air, and looked into the intense beauty of her face. The most beautiful woman he had ever existed, or will ever exist.

A look of concern and care caressed her features and she whisper insistance, "You are expiring, you do not have long. Please, do not be cold. Do not be hard hearted. Let me help you."

With a look of disdain the gargled inquiry, "Who are you?"

"You already know who I am." She regarded him curiously, "I am Love."

His eyes glared in foul rage, and with all his force he seethed, "I will never believe in you. I will never trust you."

With a heavy heart she stood away from him, the tears began streaming her face, and with an almost inaudible whisper, "Then you are truly dead."

Gargle by John Kuriyan

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American White Pelicans

Near Martinez, California

Apachean Railroading by Nomad of Mid-America

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The elusive Apache is on the move behind the unique face of the railroad's sole-rostered Century 420 groaning the trademark gargling of the Alco 251 sound while powering out of Holbrook with the cars left the previous night by BNSF for the Apache to run south.

Rook (Corvus frugilegus) Best viewed large, 2 clicks by hunt.keith27

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I was out with Jerry Hawker and Andy Stuthridge today and this rook made our day. It sat on this post and first pretended to be a cuckoo, then did a series of clicks, then he was a duck and to finish he made gargling sounds. It was absoulutely amazing.

Fish Gargle by Sherri Hendricks

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by David Ross

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swan composition

(ballet)

Common Moorhen by zulkifli ishak

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279) Common Moorhen

Common Moorhen, Swamp Chicken, Gallinula chloropus, Tiong Air

The common moorhen lives around well-vegetated marshes, ponds, canals and other wetlands. They gives a wide range of gargling calls and will emit loud hisses when threatened. This species will consume a wide variety of vegetable material and small aquatic creatures. They forage beside or in the water, sometimes walking on lilypads or upending in the water to feed. They are often secretive, but can become tame in some areas. Despite loss of habitat in parts of its range, the common moorhen remains plentiful and widespread.

a spiny-cheeked honeyeater by Chris Burns

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Many thanks for your visits, faves and comments. Cheers.

Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater - love the emu bush flowers.

Scientific Name: Acanthagenys rufogularis

Description: The medium-sized Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater has a grey crown scalloped brown, a mottled grey-brown back, a white cheek with spiny bristles to below the ear, and an orange-brown throat and chest. The underparts are white, streaked brown, the wings are grey, with white-edged feathers, and the long tail is dark grey-brown with white tips. The pale blue-grey eye is surrounded by bare pinkish skin and the pink bill has a black tip. Young birds are browner and have yellow cheek spines. Spiny-cheeked Honeyeaters are sociable and aggressive, and are often seen or heard in large flocks, foraging high in trees.

Similar species: The Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater looks like a small wattlebird, but has a distinctive orange chest and throat, white cheek spines and a bicoloured (pink and black) bill.

Distribution: The Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater is found across mainland Australia, especially in the arid interior, reaching the coast from Esperance, Western Australia to Melbourne, Victoria. It is also found on Kangaroo Island. It is absent from the east coast, and is not found in the northern tropics from the Kimberley region, Western Australia to Cape York, Queensland.

Habitat: The Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater is found in dry woodlands, mallee and acacia scrub, especially with a porcupine grass understorey. Also found in coastal scrubs, woodlands along rivers and, occasionally, mangroves. May be found in orchards.

Seasonal movements: Sedentary in the south of its range, partially migratory in the north.

Feeding: The Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater feeds mainly on nectar and fruit, but may also eat insects, reptiles and baby birds. It forages in the dense foliage and outer branches of trees, but may sometimes feed on the ground or take insects in the air. Around Barcaldine, they love the emu bush flowers, and come in droves when it is flowering, as do other honeyeaters.

Breeding: The Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater builds a deep, suspended, cup-shaped nest of plant fibres and grasses bound with spider webs and lined with soft materials, which is placed from 1 m to 13 m from the ground. The female incubates the eggs alone, but both sexes feed and care for the young.

Calls: Gargling or bubbling notes and whistles; also, single loud 'tock'. Can mimic other species.

Minimum Size: 23cm

Maximum Size: 26cm

Average size: 24cm

Average weight: 52g

Breeding season: June to January; can breed year round.

Clutch Size: 2 to 3

Incubation: 14 days

Nestling Period: 15 days

(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)

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Gargle by Steven Vickers

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Signs of Life by Nomad of Mid-America

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Cold, dark, quiet. Dawn breaks on the wilderness of the Upper Peninsula. It's a few days short of Christmas, winter's bitter wrath solidly in effect, in a snow-capped landscape devoid of sound, save for the anomalous (for these times anyway) chanting and chugging, drawling and droning, low-noted gargling of industrial machinery. Peering around a sharp bend wedged tightly between two crudely-carved walls of solid rock, that familiar pattern of three distinct points of light reveals the source of the clatter--32 cylinders of 4-stroke FDLs sheathed in faded cascade exoskeletons reminiscent of a fallen northwestern giant. So emerges Lake Superior & Ishpeming's 7-Weigher, on this daybreak in charge of empty steel hoppers interchanged sometime in the previous night's darkness from the CN, shuttling this "all-rail" movement from Eagle Mills to the Tilden Mine for loading with a fresh batch of taconite pellets. The Weigher's pair of horses are quite venerable: a -7 and a U-boat each in service since the seventies when they rolled out of the factory doors in Erie, more pack mules than derby winners throughout their days spent lugging whatever bulky raw materials their masters could drum up for them to pull. Their habitat now confined to a measly 10 route miles, more or less, engaged in a repetitive, perpetual line of work hauling the product out of the last iron ore mine in Michigan, these pug-nosed brutes are undoubtedly not living out their golden years in glamour. But they are among the last of their respective types still in existence, serving with two brethren on a fleet comprising one of the last thin threads upholding a species dangling dangerously close to extinction.

Gargling Compound 1888 by Gob Hafwydd

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Salt water Gargle................. by reign 60

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A Salt Water Gargle is a very effective Remedy for a sore throat.

But this not to your taste, try yesterday's Hot Toddy !! ..........

Cromford Mill Wheel by Richard Krawiec

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Well, the recent episode of gout has subsided and I’m pleased to be clear of it for the time being.

I’m less than pleased, however, to be blessed with yet another cold courtesy of the grandkids.

So, at the moment I’m confined to barracks amid a growing pile of sodden Kleenex tissues, a head full of snot and a throat that’s so raw from all the coughing that it feels like I’ve been gargling with a combo of razor wire and gravel.

The only thing keeping me going is Night Nurse, Paracetamol and the prospect of another evening with some falling down water and a Chicken Tikka Madras to show my body who’s boss.

Anyways, this is a late 2019 pic of the water wheel at Cromford, Derbyshire...I know, it’s over processed but it’s the best I can muster given the above circumstances.

20231105-_DSC9441 - Barred Owl by Lloyd Holmes

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Early spring is announced to anyone living in or near the Barred Owls favored habitat of a dense stand of mixed forest or a mature deciduous forest with a swamp or stream nearby with the loud hooting, gargling howls and calls of a pair reinforcing the bonds of matrimony. When courtship is at its heightened peak and when raising young these calls can go on all night and well into the daylight hours. This activity can become even more pronounced on a night that is exceptionally calm coupled with a full moon. Their normal activities will find them most active between midnight and 4:00 am but they do hunt during daylight hours as well. Compared to other raptors the Barred has relatively weak talons so tends to focus its attention on smaller prey like deer mice, voles and squirrels. When prey is spotted they dive from a perched position usually on a tree branch and pounce on the unsuspecting target. From their elevated perch they are either sleeping or constantly scanning the forest floor for prey. These owls do not migrate and tend to spend their lives in a relatively small territory. One study done saw 158 birds tagged and later any birds recaptured were still within 6 miles of where they were originally tagged.

A pair will move if a Great Horned Owl moves into their area since that species is the Barred Owls natural predator.

Their nest will be a natural cavity in an old tree or an abandoned stick nest that they will add very little to except 2 or 3 white eggs that the female will incubate for 28 - 33 days and the male will faithfully provide for her while she incubates.

I was fortunate to find this adult bird in a nice autumn setting as it scans the ground for prey.

the magpie's mood is never surly.. by ɯ ყ ɳ ʝ α_L.Hasselblad

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The magpies loves the top of this dead pine tree

I can sit and watch their playfulness from my window

The magpie's mood is never surly

every morning, wakening early,

he gargles music in his throat,

the liquid squabble of his throat.

Its silver stridencies of sound,

the bright confusions and the round

bell-cadences are pealed

over the frosty, half-ploughed field.

Then swooping down self confidently

from the fence-post or the tree,

he swaggers in pied feather coat,

and slips the fat worms down his throat.

― James Phillip McAuley

I'm like a magpie

I use lots of different things

to build a character

― Andrew Lincoln

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Texture by Kerstin Frank thank you~!

Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view,

comment, fave and invite my photo, much appreciated :o)

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What can i get you to drink? by Instincta van Helsinki

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I recommend the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster

Visit this location at POHJOLA

Hitchhikers be prepare, it´s soon towel day by Instincta van Helsinki

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international towel day 25th May.

towelday.org

Location: The Restaurant at the End of the Universe maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Polar%20Circle/100/120/766

Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster drink: from location

Common Moorhen by zulkifli ishak

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279) Common Moorhen

Common Moorhen, Swamp Chicken, Gallinula chloropus, Tiong Air

The common moorhen lives around well-vegetated marshes, ponds, canals and other wetlands. They gives a wide range of gargling calls and will emit loud hisses when threatened. This species will consume a wide variety of vegetable material and small aquatic creatures. They forage beside or in the water, sometimes walking on lilypads or upending in the water to feed. They are often secretive, but can become tame in some areas. Despite loss of habitat in parts of its range, the common moorhen remains plentiful and widespread.

Walaupun namanya Tiong Air, ia bukanlah sejenis Tiong. Burung ini habitatnya di kawasan paya dan berair. Ia memburu haiwan kecil akuatik dan juga memakan tumbuh-tumbuhan paya. Selalu kelihatan di tebing atau berjalan diatas daun-daun teratai memburu makanannya.

Exif: f5.6, 1/640, ISO 640, focal length 800mm, Cik Canon EOS 50D, lens Canon 400mm, TC 2.0, car window

lagoon creek - spiny-cheeked honeyeater by Chris Burns

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