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Meerkats may be able to handle a bite from some types of venomous snakes. Biologists have discovered meerkats are immune to some snakes' venom as they belong to the mongoose family. In some parts of the world, people prize mongooses as house guards because they can battle with deadly snakes, like cobras. If bitten they feel unwell for serval hours but make a full recovery.
Meerkats are actually pretty tough if you look like lunch
Meerkats may looks absolutely adorable but they lead dangerous lives. They have developed a technique for handling the venom found in scorpions, which they eat. When a scorpion sees a meerkat it moves in quickly for the kill. The scorpion may be aware a meerkat is close by, but it grabs the arachnid so fast it can’t attack. First the meerkat zeroes in on the tail biting off the scorpion's stinger and discarding it. Without its tail the scorpion can’t strike delivering venom. The pincers may cause a nasty nip, but that’s all. There is however still venom on its exoskeleton. To combat this, meerkats have learned to rub scorpions in the sand to remove any remaining venom. Lunch is served!
Meerkats are highly intelligent
Meerkats are much smarter than they look. A recent study at St Andrews University – Scotland – found meerkats use complex coordinated behaviour, which rivals that of chimps, baboons, dolphins and even humans. They solve tasks with help from their mob but also a bit of independent thought. The study saw meerkats engaged in a wide variety of social and asocial behaviours to solve tasks. In general the social factors helped draw the meerkats into the task, while the asocial processes helped them actually solve it.
Meerkats are omnivores!
You may be surprised to learn meerkats are omnivores – they eat fruit and vegetables as well as animals. Unlike humans, they have no excess body fat stores and therefore foraging for food is a constant activity. Their diet mostly consists of insects, which they sniff out using their enhanced sense of smell. They also eat small rodents, fruit, birds, eggs, lizards and as we’ve seen poisonous scorpions as well as snakes.
The desert is dry but meerkats don’t drink water
Despite living in the desert unbelievably meerkats do not need extra water in their diets. They get all the moisture they need from the insects and grubs they eat. A human would die within 3 – 5 days without additional water.
” We are not immune to bullet, fist or blade but any insult raised against us will be met with a blockade. We are stoic, but still smiles, cracking our face open without reserve for a friend, to calm, to a foe, to unnerve. A gentleman dresses his best, whether it Vans and sweater, or tie and vest. No-one is beneath our attention they gifts compliments quite often, but when a man puts a hand on us, that man goes home in a coffin. “
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Usually our immunity system works better in summer, and the moisture in the air would tend to give the bronchia a better buffer and hence protection. So let's do what we can and hope for the best !
Did COVID-19 Come from America?
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A Local Hong Kong Song by the late Beyond
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Tchaikovsky The Seasons
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“There is a great independence, and a confident immunity to risk, in all drinks made out of cactus.”
― Alan LeMay
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Promoters of Echinacea believe it boosts the immune system. Seeing these first thing on a dewy morning certainly boosted my mood even without ingesting any of it.
Even Superman isn’t immune to social media! What was once the 19th century excavation pits for the South River Brick Company is now home to the Constitution Lakes Park that spreads over 125 acres in the industrial zone in Atlanta. The area is also home to an urban conservation effort to restore and repurpose areas within the city’s landscapes. I visited the park while attending a TNC meeting and hiked the interesting doll heads trail that has a number of art instillations made from found rubbish collected within the park during clean ups. I found these the funniest – or creepiest – your call!
For increasing my own immune system, I decided to hike to the Phoenix Mountain last Sunday where is full of
Pythoncide. :-) It happened to be a rainy day.
Xitou Nature Education Area or Xitou Bamboo Forest is a forest park in Lugu Village, Lugu Township, Nantou County, Taiwan. Xitou is derived from a Chinese word with the meaning of the origin of river. During the Japanese rule of Taiwan, the forest was used as an experimental forest for University of Tokyo students. Later after the handover of Taiwan from Japan to the Republic of China in 1945, the forest was declared a nature reserve and named Xitou Nature Education Area in 1970. On 11 September 2016, a 2,800-year old giant tree fell after long heavy rain, injuring three visitors.
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Small gray gull with red legs. Adult has red bill (younger birds have a darker bill), white head and body, pale gray "silver" wings, which have prominent black and white tips. Abundant across much of New Zealand and coastal Australia, including inland areas around waterways and rivers. (eBird)
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This young bird was hungry and was nagging its parent to provide food, despite being surrounded by food sources. The parent seemed quite immune to the pleas and basically ignored its offspring's pleas.
Mangawhai Sandspit, Northland, New Zealand. February 2024.
Roadrunner Birding Tours.
January always feels like a good time for a bit of a detox... especially after all the holiday food.
Updated: I posted this over a couple of years ago initially. There are literally no words that fit my devastation of yesterday's Immunity decision that an American president is above the law and can do anything they want. This mainly affects the irresponsible and reckless man who insisted he could murder someone on 5th Avenue and get away with it. Well, his buddies who have in a single week also made it illegal to be homeless and legal for politicians to accept bribes also destroyed Democracy. Let's also not forget their ruling supporting Bump Stock weapons. My country is insane.
What I wrote initially two years ago:
There is just no way a handful of mainly old white men, some of whom should never have been appointed and have harmed women in their own lives. Other judges cared so little about America they were tied to the Capital Hill Insurrection....and they can't handle protestors on their lawns. Meanwhile, Christine Blasey Ford had to move 4 times because of threats to her life with no protections after she testified about what Brett Kavanaugh did to her. The Senate in my country moved quickly to protect his mysteriously paid off house lawn but they have done nothing to protect human rights. What a waste! We Americans who want progress in this world are still being held hostage by our so called elected leaders and it's no mistake that the first thing this bunch of criminals did is gerrymander and take away voting rights.
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"Was willst du dich denn hier genieren?
Mußt du nicht längst kolonisieren?" (Goethe, Faust II,5). The hesitancy of renaissance man to listen to the devil. Two LED lamps. The quote is taken from a scene where the Devil (successfully) persuades Faust to get rid of some old people who are in the way of his grandiose dreams.
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a dangerous train ...
The pine processionary (Thaumetopoea pityocampa) is a moth of the subfamily Thaumetopoeinae in the family Notodontidae, known for the irritating hairs of its caterpillars, their processions, and the economic damage they cause in coniferous forests.
Toxicity :
Stinging hairs contain a toxic protein that is very irritating and inflammatory: thaumetopoein. It penetrates where the “harpoon” is planted: most often in the skin, but also in the eye, the nose, the mouth…
The hair breaks and the toxin released causes a reaction similar to that of nettle stings: red pimples in the form of blisters, red itchy patches, appear on the skin.
General symptoms may occur in the event of significant exposure. The immune system then goes into overdrive, which can lead to a sudden drop in blood pressure, discomfort or loss of consciousness.
Is there a risk for animals? With their noses at ground level, animals are exposed to contact with these stinging hairs, particularly dogs. They can get it on their coat, or even take a caterpillar in their mouth, which can cause very serious inflammatory reactions including necrosis of the tongue.
Un train dangereux ...
La processionnaire du pin (Thaumetopoea pityocampa) est un papillon de nuit de la sous-famille des Thaumetopoeinae de la famille des Notodontidae, connue pour les poils irritants de ses chenilles, leurs cortèges et les dégâts économiques qu'elles provoquent dans les forêts de conifères.
Toxicité
Les poils urticants contiennent une protéine toxique très irritante et inflammatoire : la thaumétopoéine. Elle pénètre là où le « harpon » s’est planté : le plus souvent dans la peau , mais aussi dans l’œil, le nez, la bouche…
Le poil se casse et la toxine libérée provoque une réaction semblable à celle des piqûres d’ortie : des boutons rouges sous forme de cloques, des plaques rouges qui grattent, apparaissent sur la peau.
Des symptômes généraux peuvent survenir en cas d’exposition importante. Le système immunitaire s’emballe alors, pouvant mener à une baisse brutale de la tension artérielle, un malaise ou une perte de connaissance.
Y a-t-il un risque pour les animaux ? La truffe au ras du sol, les animaux sont exposés au contact avec ces poils urticants, notamment les chiens. Ils peuvent en avoir sur le pelage, voire prendre une chenille dans leur gueule, ce qui peut provoquer des réactions inflammatoires très graves jusqu’à une nécrose de la langue.
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"So, who is going to suffer most from the economic and social costs of lockdown? The economically productive. And who are those few to die from the virus? Almost exclusively the economically unproductive! So, give them a fine label such as 'our most protected social bubble' and let the virus run free!"
Even in the grounds of the hotel we couldn’t completely escape the sales pitches. Each day as we settled by the pool, the same guys would make their way around the sunbeds, reintroducing themselves to the punters as if they’d never met us before. The young man from the spa was particularly immune to rejection. At least twice a day he’d approach us and ask if we’d changed our mind about being beaten up by one of his team of masseurs. Twice a day we politely rebuffed his overtures, making it clear that the service he offered wasn't in our lexicon of fun things to do. Other suitors came and went throughout the afternoons, trying to sell us all manner of things we’d shown absolutely no interest in. At least they weren’t as persistent as those naughty Bedouin tribesmen in the mountains who refused to take no for an answer. The only way to deal with them was to avoid eye contact and keep moving. Not long after arriving, we booked the desert buggy safari, and some time before leaving home I’d paid for the overnight excursion to Mount Sinai, but apart from that we were very happy right here. I’d been put off the scuba diving experience by a tragic accident in the Red Sea that had been in the news just a few weeks beforehand. I could stick to using my snorkelling gear down on the hotel’s private beach. At the welcome meeting on the first morning, one well heeled young couple from London paid for a number of excursions, including day trips to Cairo and Luxor. The total bill came close to what I paid for the pair of us to spend two weeks here.
So the hotel grounds were our home for most of the two weeks that we spent in Egypt. As long as we stayed down on the beach, or by the unheated infinity pool that overlooked the Red Sea, things were relatively peaceful, with Fahim, our friendly waiter, bringing drinks to us on a tray at regular intervals. Well they were peaceful with the exception of the septuagenarian card school from Preston who couldn’t live without the collection of 1960’s hits that rattled out of a tinny speaker on the first afternoon of our stay. We gave them a wide berth afterwards. Down here, egrets and hoopoes, shy birds in Europe, populated the lawns with the bravado of pigeons, prospecting for invertebrates and whatever else they could find. Most residents spent the daytime at the bunga bunga pool, where loud music blared from huge speakers for several hours at a time as the all inclusive party monsters barely moved from their underwater stools beside the bar. We jumped in that pool just once. It was lovely and warm, but within three minutes of being there I couldn’t take any more from a number of the potty mouthed patrons who were unable to string a sentence together without throwing in an F bomb or seven.
For a couple of hours each afternoon, just around five, the quiet time descended like a soft embrace. By now we’d be on the balcony of our apartment, listening to nature’s music, the evening chorus, overlooking the still glowing bunga bunga pool as the yellow and blue clad animations team switched all the noisy things off and headed for their quarters before supper. And there with reassuring regularity went the hotel grounds team, just like always, walking along the path towards reception. All of them clad from head to foot in green workwear, three of them sporting the trademark white wellies, while the other, presumably the boss, wore plain black shoes.
In one corner of the hotel grounds were a handful of shops selling things we neither needed nor wanted, but one evening Ali couldn’t resist dragging me over in that direction after dinner, just to browse. And there in the window of the first shop was the answer for all of us of a certain age. Sphinx Anti-Wrinkle Oils, an organic moisturiser. On the box, a picture supposedly showed two halves of the same female face. The right side portrayed a sixty-five year old zombie with an ominous looking skin complaint, while on the left sparkled a fresh looking beauty in the first bloom of youth. If the transformation were genuine, demand would be off the scale and the world would run out of Sphinx Anti-Wrinkle Oils overnight. People would be spending weeks at a time lying in bath tubs full of the stuff in California. I couldn’t help thinking it was a mistake for the beauty queen to be on the left, but then again doesn’t the Arab world read from the other side of the page? I knew too that it was a mistake for Ali to take a photo of this dubious looking product with its barely credible claims, but she couldn’t resist. And I also knew the irony would go whooshing over the head of the salesman waiting behind us for his moment to pounce. It’s hard to back out when they sink their teeth into a potential customer.
He asked us where we came from, no doubt a salesman’s trick to put the target at ease, although this always has completely the opposite effect on me. We like to answer with “Cornwall” rather than “Britain” or “England” and watch the confusion spread across peoples’ faces. It’s the only form of counter attack we have. But this one was keeping an unplayable ace up his sleeve. Looking at her, he came back with “Inside I’ve got something. If you give him two drops it will turn him into crazy horse for four or five hours.” What, like the Osmonds? Ali giggled nervously as I quietly died on the inside. It was time to move on, and quickly. We skirted the other shops, looked into the Piri Piri Bar from the outside, decided we preferred the one in the lobby, and snuck off into the shadows to walk around the grounds in peace.
Several lovely Inca Doves have been showing up at Janice's over the winter, and these four found a nice place to huddle and enjoy the sun yesterday...on the water system cover in her yard! I wasn't able to see them from my spot on the back deck, but thankfully, Janice came out and spotted them from an unobstructed view!
Another gorgeous day, temps in the mid-60s, and I was back to shorts and tee shirt, getting my vitamin D ramped up in the sunshine, so essential for a strong immune system ...
"Sometime the warmest smile comes from the saddest face
Sometimes the brightest light comes from the darkest place..."
Well, finally it was my turn for receiving the Covid-19 vaccine. Behind the mask, I am smiling in this selfie. This is the beginning of the end of this pandemic. I hope that soon all of you will get the vaccine, my dear flickr-friends.
So far, I haven't feel any superpowers, any 5G internet connection, any extra wifi spots, just another happy human being with an additional beskar armor in my left arm and part of the herd immunity!
The Mission: youtu.be/ntMfdlMD6Oo
Skomakerstredet - Halden - Norway
In my hometown there are lots of inner courtyards,
a secret world opens to you when you enter them..
Inner courtyard is a house, storehouse or shed
behind another building which faces the street.
Courtyard — a private open space surrounded by walls or buildings; often you have to go through a gate to look into them..
The courtyard smiles still as in my youth,
Immune to the ravages of Time ♥
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Immune boosting tea in one of my favourite mugs from a range by Royal Doulton called London's Calling. HMM! :-)
Professor Pangloss recommends to let the virus run freely and achieve "herd immunity". "It's natural," he says, "and would correct our demographic and social imbalances."
Shot wide-open.
The inspiration for this one comes from a lot of places. The levitation aspect of it from:
And also, the composition and other elements were inspired by *Lani's photo.
This isn't a traditional "levitation" shot, because I rotated it, so the levitation aspect of it isn't as obvious as it would be if I left it oriented the original way, but this is what I had in my head when I shot it.
The original is below, and was combined with a photo of the empty hallway, minus me and the chair. Similar to cloning. I did a lot more post work on this than usual - probably more than any other photo I've ever posted here.. and I don't mean on myself, but primarily on the background - getting rid of the carpet, door frames, baseboards, etc. of the original shot. Add to that temperature, exposure, cropping, and all that crap and off the top of my head I can't think of any photo I've done that has been manipulated more.
And I don't mean that in a negative way. Manipulation is sometimes the only way to achieve the desired result. I ♥ Photoshop.
Bigger on black is here.
Name: Jasmine Clay/Atet-Ra
Alias: Serket
Allegiance: Neutral (Jasmine)/Villain (Atet-Ra)
Powers:
-Immunity to most toxins
-Minor regenerative abilities
-Limited Necromancy (Can cast and break curses, as well as drain other's life energy to bolster her own.)
Weaknesses: In times of great physical or emotional stress, Jasmine can temporarily lose control of herself, allowing her Atet-Ra persona to bleed through.
Origin: Jasmine Clay was an ambitious young Egyptologist who was secretly the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian priestess of the scorpion goddess, Serket. On an archeological expedition into the heart of Egypt, the spirit of her predecessor was rekindled within her, granting Jasmine a host of mystical power, but tainting her soul with the influence of the fallen priestess Atet-Ra.
Noah was very relaxed today.
Got to spend some quality time with my parents today. When I say "with", I mean 10 feet away from each other and on opposite sides of a sliding screen door.