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Male Stonchat sitting pretty, quite unperturbed by my presence around 10 meters away. Looks slightly scruffy, suspect he's in moult. Burghead, Moray, Scotland
'Binoculer vision'. The Buzzard, Buteo buteo has amazing vision...it scans the landscape for traces of movement that betray the presence of rabbits, voles or mice. Its eyes are more forward facing than most birds’ and, like humans, it has binocular vision. But it can also create a telephoto optical system that detects and follows movement that would seem a blur to us...Hunting on a mountainside on The Isle of Mull.
The buzzard has amazing vision...it scans the landscape for traces of movement that betray the presence of rabbits, voles or mice. Its eyes are more forward facing than most birds’ and, like humans, it has binocular vision. But it can also create a telephoto optical system that detects and follows movement that would seem a blur to us.
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Buzzard
Among the more unusual items recorded as being killed and eaten are puffins, frogs and dung beetles.
However, a hungry buzzard is quite capable of killing a wide variety of prey, ranging from rabbits to birds up to the size of a wood pigeon, but any larger prey tackled was probably already sick.
Numbers are greatest where the fields are smallest, as it favours abundant hedgerows and small woods.
Despite its impressive size, the buzzard is not a major predator, preferring a diet of carrion and earthworms.
It is thought that the buzzard is now our commonest bird of prey, pushing the kestrel into second place.
For the first time for 200 years they now breed in every county in England, Wales and Scotland.
While British buzzards are largely resident, many northern populations are highly migratory, many moving to Africa during the northern winter.
Once restricted largely to the west and north of mainland Britain, the last 15 years have seen a remarkable expansion of these birds to the east.
It doesn't like hot or arid areas either, so in Eastern Europe the long-legged buzzard replaces it.
Though the buzzard can tolerate areas of high rainfall, it prefers temperate climates, so is scarce or absent in the far north of Europe, where the rough-legged buzzard takes its place.
Each pair will have as many as 21 potential nest sites, usually changing to a fresh site every year.
Buzzards build their own nest, and they have a curious habit of decorating it with fresh green foliage.
Though most buzzards nest in trees, rocky crags or cliffs are also used.
This is a very adaptable species, able to survive in a wide variety of habitats from lowland farms to high mountains. Its main requirement is a tree at least 20ft high in which to nest.
Buzzards breed in every European country except Iceland, but are absent from some offshore island groups, including the Balearics.
It is because of its highly variable plumage that the French call it the buse (buzzard) variable.
Buzzards have remarkably variable plumage. Most individuals are brown and heavily marked, but some are almost white.
Buzzards have never been popular with falconers, as they tend to be far too lazy to be taught to fly at live quarry.
In the USA, the word buzzard is often used to describe the native turkey vultures. The two species are not related.
In Scotland, many tourists hoping to see an eagle mistake buzzards for their quarry. Any big bird of prey sitting on a telegraph pole is most likely a buzzard.
The buzzard's enthusiasm for eating carrion makes it especially vulnerable to poison baits, often put out to kill other predators such as foxes, living with birds notes.
The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
As he breathed a soft sigh and settled into one of the soft chairs in the back of First Coffee, the outside world blurred into a palette of unfocused lights. Inside, the café was alive, but not with noise—with the quiet presence of cats.
They were everywhere—sprawled across chairs, curled up on tables, perched in high places like silent observers. Their movements were unhurried, deliberate, as if they understood the importance of slowing down.
Marqs sat with seven of them surrounding him, their soft purrs weaving an invisible cocoon of calm. A calico stretched out near his feet, its paw twitching as it dreamed. A Siamese balanced delicately on the arm of his chair, its gaze steady and knowing.
The purring wasn't just a sound—it was a sensation, a soothing vibration that seemed to echo against the weight in Marqs' chest. The tabby pressed close, its warmth tangible, as though offering silent reassurance that he wasn't alone, no matter the storms that he had been going through.
In their quiet, gentle way, the cats brought solace. They didn’t pry or push; their presence wasn’t a solution but a simple reminder that calm could be found even in the midst of chaos.
The storm outside would pass eventually—Marqs didn’t need answers right now. The soft paws, gentle purrs, and silent companionship were enough.
A bear I encountered while hiking in New Mexico. I had felt his/her presence for several minutes walking alongside the trail, I knew the bear was close. So I was not surprised when he appeared. I was sure he knew that I was there also. That is the way I hope it will always be...no surprises! That can be dangerous.
I had a bear in my house one time long ago when I lived in the North Woods in Minnesota. A boarder that was living with me at the time apparently did not close the door tightly and a bear looking for garbage got in and tore apart my garbage bag. I always tied down my garbage bin outside because of the nightly bears but he was crafty. Was a mess he left. I was upstairs and could hear him in the kitchen.
When I was young my family camped out every summer in a camper where the beds folded out each side and there was a space beneath. My family kept the cooler under my bed frame for a while. Sometimes bears would come and try to open it and would rock my bed frame. I used to joke that bears would rock me to sleep at night. Later in life, I could not understand why they left the cooler there. But bears were considered non-threatening animals at the time and were always around us.
Later in life I had to learn to fear them, it was a sad transition. It took a long time in my life to learn to fear certain wildlife. I grew up with them so close. But I knew it was reality.
I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
...
The Thunder, Perfect Mind
(Apocryph, gnostic text from The Nag Hammadi Library, 1945)
(Translated by George W. MacRae)
Home at sunset ll ..
She sits peacefully content in her presence of being in the comfort of home. Gazing with wonder through her window with paintbrush in hand. Time changes the gentle sky as the birds finish their final hums earths rich trees fade to nights shadows. As the rose glistens echoing its grace and elegance it's shadows so tender dancing shadows as her delicate skin echoes silk reflections in harmony with her inner music as the sky's turn to gold light transcends to leave feelings of peace and serenity where freedom resides...
A message to all woman in the world...Freedom resides deep within You!! You are precious unique individuals !! Freedom of choice and expression is your human right. Sending love and light!!
I am thinking about the earth quake tragedy and in Turkey and Syria. My heart and prayers go to victims and their families. May they rest in peace.
My heart goes out to the very brave courageous Ukrainian people, and all innocent people who are suffering through this war. l pray for peace and harmony soon to the Ukrainian people to the world. Stay strong !!❤️💙💛💙🌍🙏
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