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The Black Veined Tiger at the Community Garden in Singapore Chinese Garden.
The Black Veined Tiger is reported to be moderately common in Singapore. It belongs to the same family (Nymphalidae) and subfamily (Danainae) as the Plain Tiger and the Blue Glassy Tiger.
When I was at the garden this afternoon, I had nearly mistaken this one Black Veined Tiger there for the Plain Tigers which were numerous. I only realized it was different when I had a glimpse of the upper side of its wings. After that, I noticed the black veins on the lower side of the wings. Such black veins are absent in the Plain Tiger.
Under the hot scorching afternoon sun, I tracked the movement of this creature for nearly an hour and managed to take a few pictures when it settled down for a while on flowers. I waited in vain for the opportunity to take a clear picture of the upper side of its wings.
Now that the scorching days of summer are here, I view Lake Crescent though the cooling prism of the color blue.
"There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine."
~ Sidonie Gabrielle Collette
I'm not surprised that these lovely poppies are slightly floppy! Today they have survived temperatures in the mid thirties. A short time under the sprinkler probably helped them (and me) through the scorching day :))
A new week after one full week of scorching 🔥 weather, we needed a break! Happy Bench Monday!
▪That amazing double trunk tree is the Cunninghamia lanceolata (China Fir). A conifer, evergreen tree, 50-80 ft (15-25 m) tall in landscapes, may reach 150 ft (50 m) tall in native range, conical or pyramidal in shape. Often multitrunked, bark color ranges from dark gray to reddish brown, longitudinal fissures, cracking into irregular flakes revealing an aromatic, yellowish or reddish inner bark.▪
It's very difficult for me to thank everyone individually, so thank you all very much for your visit and your comment, much appreciated.
Trackless and bare are the sands of the desert
No verdure adorns them, no green tree is there;
Parched by the winds and the hot, scorching sun rays,
Strewn with white bones lying bleaching and bare,
Patiently, slowly, across the vast ocean
Plod the strong camels, so faithful and true; Ships of the desert, with merchandise laden,
After 4 dry and scorching weeks we finally had some rain. Bastian did not mind...
First posted 27.06.2023. Reposted 17.02.2024 for the "Happy Caturday" theme "Memories of last summer".
Bastian (mixed breed), 26.06.2023.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
The old town of Caliente,CA. is home of the Caliente loop,a series of rail switchbacks for trains navigating the mountains outside Bakersfield, CA.
Happy sliders sunday from scorching southern California-it is supposed to be 110 degrees today!
One of the more uncommon Mynas that is found in woody, forest areas and not found in my resident state. This one is a lifer for me and we sighted plenty in the large forest area we visited.
The birds are social in nature and often found in numbers of 2 and more. The behavior is similar to Common Myna, but these birds are less vocal and noisy than its common cousin. We sighted them trying to build nests and carrying nesting materials I suppose. They had small pieces of leaves / twigs in their beaks.
This was part of the 3 day birding trip to a remote forest area that is very vast, but lacked wild animals. There is no mobile network in the entire region which was a blessing in many ways. The heat was scorching, but the place was amazing and I had around 25 lifers few of which are incredibly rare. Unfortunately, the place was incredibly tough for photograph and managed to get few decent shots. But nevertheless, I was absolutely delighted at seeing so many new amazing birds.
Thanks in advance for your views and feedback. Much appreciated.
I've been on holiday in the East Neuk of Fife & the weather has been stunning. In fact far to bright for photography with the sun shining all day. I've been getting up to try and catch the mist (haar) burning off. But this morning it had all but lifted before 6. However i managed to catch the harbour shrouded in mist earlier in the week & this was probably my favourite of the ones from that morning. Every where we go in Fife just now I'm hearing lots of American voices enjoying the scenery in the scorching weather. I hope they don't think it is always like that here.
Its seems the boats are catching lots of excellent shell fish, langoustines, crab & Lobster. Plus I'm sure the fisher folk are glad of calmer seas to ply their trade on. The boats seem to be going in and out at all times of the day so I know how hard they must work for the money they earn.
Have been enjoying the wonderful seafood that this area has to offer as well as the scenic spots all along this coast.
This was taken over three years ago when we had a scorching Summer, and it was one of the last times I was able to get around unaided on my feet so I remember it well :-))
Well, this was an unexpected shot, I was aiming specifically for the middle portion, the Stigma, the Sunlight caught the flower directly, hence my camera blacked out the background, but looking at the Sepal beyond the stem, and these yellows were literally glowing. It gave this a rather extraterrestrial feel to overall image, I hope you like.
The weather in Berlin here is absolutely scorching, 37 degrees today, I am thinking of bringing back Dark City Deutschland but we'll have to wait and see.
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
©Harris Brown-ALL rights reserved. This image may not be used for ANY purpose without written permission.
Cape May County, New Jersey, USA.
We got to the beach as the sun was rising and noticed some haze or moisture in the atmosphere. This produced a soft, very warm light that didn't seem to effect the exposure much-added 1/3 stop by increasing the ISO from 640 to 800.
After about 45 minutes it burned off and we were back to full
scorching sun.
Nikon D7200 with Nikon 500mm f4 G VR lens and 1.4 converter.
ISO 800 f5.6 1/2500
Thanks to all who take the time to view, comment on and favor my images. It is very much appreciated.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." - Revelation 21:4
Asha's second account - Asha's first account
We had scorching hot weather yesterday so thought I'd better take Ashala into the sea to cool her down just to be on the safe side. I just thought I'd upload this recent picture of Ashala wearing her wet look.
18 juillet 2022 : 39,3°C à Brest (Finistère) - un record historique. « Je n’aurais jamais imaginé voir ça de ma carrière », avoue le chef du centre Météo France, à Brest Guipavas. Le record de 35,2°C du 12 juillet 1949 a été pulvérisé dimanche 17 juillet 2022, puis lundi 18 juillet. www.ouest-france.fr/meteo/canicule/canicule-a-brest-un-pi....
Brest harbour, morning of a record breaking scorching day
July 18, 2022 : 39.3°C (102.74°F) in Brest (Finistère, Brittany, France) - a historic record. «I never imagined seeing this in my career», admits the head of the Météo France centre in Brest Guipavas. The record of 35.2°C (95.36°F) on July 12, 1949 was smashed on Sunday, July 17, 2022, and then again on Monday, July 18.
Le RemorKeur, une adresse du Port de Brest testée et approuvée :)
Quai de la Douane - www.leremorkeur.fr/
18 July 2022, 7:38 am - Edited and uploaded 2022/09/04
Vol au-dessus des Sables brûlants… Dire que cette région fût humide et verte autrefois !!! Encore avant (il y a environ 100 millions d’années), des mers recouvraient le Sahara. Elles se sont retirées lors de la remontée de l’Afrique vers l’Europe, qui provoqua le rehaussement de l’Afrique du Nord.
Adax (Grand Coudou des sables). Slide Kodachrome II
Rags and Caithlin sunning on a scorching and very hot day...
Posted in advance for the "Happy Caturday" theme "Summertime".
Dushara Tatters and Rags & Dushara Cathal Caithlin (Somali cats), 20.07.2022.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
The sea kisses the sand, whispering tenderly: "Do not be afraid of the scorching sun, we have come today to cool you - as every day for thousands of years."
The beach in Diakofti is one of the two that I have seen sand with slight pink shades because of the rubbed corals (the other is Falaserna in Crete). When the Gods created Earth, they were very generous with Greece ...
Karpathos island, Greece.
Hold me like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me like you loved the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart
I'll be the thorns in every rose
You've been sent by hope (You'll grow cold)
I am the nightmare waking you up
From the dream of a dream of love (Just like before)
Music Mood
♫ HIM | Vampire Heart ♫
written in blackberry ink...
It was a hot summer day... the sun was scorching the fields,
but the forest was welcoming and silent... No breeze to dance with the leaves... no songs from the birds... just silence...
It seemed a bit like a frozen forest, but without the ice...
Knick.. knack... The silence is broken... Who is wandering in the forest?
And... Who asks the question?
Soon the leaves start to move and their shadows dance on the forest floor... they play with the sun and seem to chase each other...
A gentle wind is swaying the branches... making intricate patterns with the shadows...
Knick... knack... Who is wandering in the forest?
Hmm... Looking for blackberries? (asked the wind while playing with the little girls hair)
You're back... (smiled the little girl looking at the moving branches)
Her hands were stained and there were some traces on her attire too... purple traces...
How do you know about the blackberries? (asked now the curious girl)
Well... your attire and hands tell a story... Every line is written in the bright and dark purple stains from the blackberries...
(continued the wind)
Another story?... The story of blackberries? (the little girl seemed to like the idea of new tale)
Hahaha... there are so many stories... (laughed the wind)
The story of autumn was lovely... Will you tell me a new story? (asked the girl)
Continued from When fireflies dance...
(english follow)
MISSION TERRE V2 1
Pôle Nord de la Terre, décembre 3218
« Ce 21 décembre 3218, un premier groupe d’humains dont les ancêtres ont fuit une Terre devenue inhabitable - cette triste période l’histoire connue sous le nom de Grande Migration - se pose sur ces terres désolées et méconnaissables du Pôle Nord de la Terre. Leur mission : chercher des réponses aux interrogations suivantes : l’évolution de la Terre est-elle irréversible? La vie pourra t-elle un jour y prospérer de nouveau? Dans quelles conditions?
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THALASSA - Planète océanique, refuge des humains, 3208
Chants de la Terre lointaine (The Songs of Distant Earth), un poème épique, écrit par une écrivaine du nom de Cassiopée Clarke, jusque-là inconnue, bouleverse l’âme des habitants de la planète. Ce poème réveille en eux la douleur ancestrale de la migration de leurs ancêtres, de la perte de leur planète d’origine, de leur culture, de leur histoire. L’héroïne du poème ressent cette douleur, mais aussi quelque chose de plus intime et étrange à la fois : une impossible connexion avec cette Terre lointaine - ses Chants - qui lui révèleraient que la Terre abrite encore et toujours, les vibrations uniques de la vie. Sous la pression du public, les autorités planétaires décident d’organiser une expédition de reconnaissance vers la Terre. La poétesse Clarke, est invitée à se joindre à l’équipe scientifique du vaisseau spatial Earth One.
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PÔLE NORD DE LA TERRE, trois mois après l’arrivée
Le Commandant de la mission - « Madame Clarke, je suis désolé, mais notre équipe scientifique arrive à la conclusion que le cycle destructeur qui a conduit à la Grande Migration ne s’est pas inversé. Les continents qui ne sont pas inondés, sont devenus désertiques, balayés par des vents violents et brûlants. Nous estimons que 80% de la surface la planète est inhabitable par des humains. À l’exception des Pôles, l’air est irrespirable. La vie subsiste dans les profondeurs des mers nordiques, mais sous une forme très simplifiée. L’exploitation des ressources minières - ce dont nous avons réellement besoin - serait non-économique selon nos experts. Leur recommandation est de mettre fin à cette mission. Avez-vous quelque chose à ajouter, Madame? »
En guise de réponse, Madame Clarke offrit ses larmes. Il valait mieux taire son secret, cette certitude qui était maintenant sienne, que ses Chants lui avaient dit la vérité, que la vie reprendrait ses droits sur cette planète, mais qu’il était absolument vital de tenir les humains à l’écart. Elle essuya ses larmes de joie et les préparatifs du retour vers Thalassa débutèrent.
© Patrice photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
1 Ce synopsis de film est inspiré de plusieurs romans du célèbre écrivain de science-fiction, Arthur C. Clarke, en particulier : « Les Chants de la Terre lointaine » et la saga des Odyssées de l’espace (2001, 2010, 2061 et 3001)
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MISSION EARTH V2 1
Earth North Pole, December 3218
"This December 21, 3218, a first group of humans whose ancestors fled the land that had become uninhabitable - this sad period, know in history as the Great Migration - lands on these desolate and unrecognizable lands of the northern hemisphere. Their mission: to seek answers to the following questions: is the evolution of the Earth irreversible? Can life ever prosper again? Under what conditions?
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THALASSA - Oceanic planet, refuge of humans, 3208
The Songs of Distant Earth, an epic poem, written by a writer named Cassiopeia Clarke, until then unknown, moves the souls of the inhabitants of the planet. This poem awakens in them the ancestral pain of the migration of their ancestors, of the loss of their home planet, their culture, their history. The heroine of the poem feels this pain, but also something more intimate and strange at the same time: an impossible connection with this distant Earth - her Songs - which would reveal to her that the Earth still and always shelters the unique vibrations of life. Under public pressure, the planetary authorities decide to organize a scouting expedition to Earth. Poet Clarke is invited to join the scientific team to the spacecraft Earth One.
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NORTH POLE OF THE EARTH, three months after arrival
Mission Commander - "Mrs. Clarke, I'm sorry, but our science team has come to the conclusion that the destructive cycle that led to the Great Migration has not been reversed. The continents which are not flooded have become desert, swept by strong and scorching winds. We estimate that 80% of the planet's surface is uninhabitable by humans. With the exception of the Poles, the air is unbreathable. Life subsists in the depths of the northern seas, but in a very simplified form. The exploitation of mineral resources - what we really need - would be uneconomic according to our experts. Their recommendation is to end this mission. Do you have anything to add, Madame? "
In response, Mrs. Clarke offered her tears. It was better to hide her secret, this certainty that was now hers, that her Songs had told the truth, that life would take back its rights on this planet, but that it was absolutely vital to keep humans away. She wiped away her tears of joy and the preparations for the return to Thalassa began.
© Patrice photographist, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
1 This film synopsis is inspired by several novels by the famous science fiction writer, Arthur C. Clarke, in particular: « The Songs of Distant Earth" and the saga of Space Odyssey (2001, 2010, 2061 and 3001)
Je m'associe à lui pour vous souhaiter
une agréable fin de semaine,
peut-être moins caniculaire pour certains,
merci également à tous mes amies/amis , d'être venus
voir mes photos, sans pour autant que je vous réponse ni que je vienne
voir les vôtres ...(suis+ que débordé par tout.....hélas !
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I join him in wishing you
a pleasant weekend,
perhaps less scorching for some,
thank you also to all my friends, for coming
see my photos, without me answering you or coming
see yours... (am+ that overwhelmed by everything..... alas!
Wassu Stone Circles
The Gambia
One of most beautiful Gambian bee-eaters.
To photograph this beautiful and not very common bee-eater we had to leave the coast and travel for two days through the countryside to a small island in the River Gambia (McCarthy Island) under a scorching Sun and a humidity of around 95 %.
Only saw them once and in a restricted area near Wassu
My favourite beach in pembrokeshire, Wales - Marloes sands. Another scorching sunset in early March, tide was going out and no one else on the beach so managed to capture virgin sand!
Scientific Name: Camoensia Scandens
Synonymy: Camoensia maxima, Giganthemum Scandens
Family: Fabaceae
Category: Trees
Climate: Equatorial, Tropical
Origin: Africa, Angola, Cameroon, Congo, Gabon, Gulf of Guinea
Height: 3.0 to 3.6 meters, 3.6 to 4.7 meters
Luminosity: half shade, full sun
Camoensia is an ornamental bindweed of large and fragrant flowers, dark leaves, native from the Gulf of Guinea region in Africa and still rare in cultivation.
Its flowers appear in late Summer and Autumn, and are white, with long stamens and petals of bold margins and outlined of brown. One of the petals is larger, dorsal and with a yellow strip in the center, while the others are long and tapered.
Vigorous and suitable for heavier structures, this bindweed add exoticism and freshness to the garden. Its dense foliage creates the perfect environment to rest under the shadow in the scorching Summer.
Flowers are an attraction apart. Unusual, large and fragrant, they seem to be the sketch of a work, due to the outline of the flowers.
The plant are rustic and low maintenance, but it is necessary to remove the excess of branches that are overlapping densely over the truss to reduce the weight on the structure, return vigor to the plant and improve its appearance.
As tropical plant, Camoensia does not tolerate intense cold, frost or drought, and must be cultivate in hot and damp climate.
Osteospermum, commonly known as Cape marguerite, is a genus of flowering plants native to sub-Saharan Africa. The genus is part of the daisy family (Asteraceae), and Osteospermum species are characterized by their showy flower heads.
While most Osteospermum species require full sun to grow well, some varieties are more tolerant of shade. Cape marguerite generally needs at least six hours of direct sunlight each day to perform optimally. However, in very hot climates, some afternoon shade may be appreciated to prevent the flowers from scorching.
Deadvlei means "dead marsh" and is surrounded by some of the largest sand dunes in the world. The trees are believed to be around 900 years old and are black due to intense sun scorching them.
Naches Peak Loop Trail (PCT side), Washington
I hiked this trail yesterday because I wanted something short that I could finish early because of a heat advisory here for scorching temperatures again. This trail is just under 4 miles but has views, wildflowers, meadows, beautiful alpine lakes and tarns, and on the second half of the loop, spectacular views of Mount Rainier. It's one of my favorite trails to hike in every season. (Although those seasons are packed into just a few months as the road to Chinook Pass that accesses the trailhead is usually closed from mid-November after the first heavy snowfall to June when the road is cleared of snow again.)
There are two halves to the loop, the north side is on the Pacific Crest Trail and the south side is in Mount Rainier National Park. The PCT side shown here has sweeping views of the mountains and valleys, and beautiful meadows. This time of year they are usually filled with wildflowers, though they were much less plentiful this year than usual.
A highlight of this hike for me was seeing a mountain goat!! He was really high up on the very top of a ridge, hard to see without binoculars and almost out of camera range. I did get a couple photos zoomed in as far as I could. They are not anything spectacular, but if you want to see the goat you can see the photos here:
Honey - Can i borrow your flipflop and sunglasses?
Why?
Just for few minutes dear.
Seriously why?
You'll see.
Happy summer. It is so freaking hot already.
Thank you for your view, comment and support as always.
Cheers..
"The word Ramadan comes from the Arabic root ramiḍa or ar-ramaḍ, which means scorching heat or dryness." Happy Ramadan
40 km lange Bogengänge ermöglichen es ganz gemütlich durch die Straßen der Stadtmitte zu spazieren. Schutz ist in jeder Jahreszeit und bei allen Wetterbedingungen garantiert.
40 km of porticos make it easy to stroll around the city centre or go shopping under a safe shelter away from both bad weather and the scorching sun.
Just over this sand dune is the Atlantic Ocean
Assateague's wild horses are well known, even to many people who have never been to the island. The "wild" horses on Assateague are actually feral animals, meaning that they are descendants of domestic animals that have reverted to a wild state. Horses tough enough to survive the scorching heat, abundant mosquitoes, stormy weather and poor quality food found on this remote, windswept barrier island have formed a unique wild horse society. Enjoy their beauty from a distance, and you can help make sure these extraordinary wild horses will continue to thrive on Assateague Island.
Local folklore describes the Assateague horses as survivors of a shipwreck off the Virginia coast. While this dramatic tale of struggle and survival is popular, there are no records yet that confirm it. The most plausible explanation is that they are the descendants of horses that were brought to barrier islands like Assateague in the late 17th century by mainland owners to avoid fencing laws and taxation of livestock.
The horses are split into two main herds, one on the Virginia side and one on the Maryland side of Assateague. They are separated by a fence at the Virginia/Maryland State line. These herds have divided themselves into bands of two to twelve animals and each band occupies a home range. The National Park Service manages the Maryland herd. The Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Company owns and manages the Virginia herd, which is allowed to graze on Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, through a special use permit issued by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. The permit restricts the size of the herd to approximately 150 adult animals in order to protect the other natural resources of the wildlife refuge. It is the Virginia herd which is often referred to as the "Chincoteague" ponies.
Assateague's horses are beautiful, tough, and wild. They have learned to survive in a harsh environment. Feeding and/or petting them is detrimental to both visitors and horses. Horses can get sick from human food. Those that learn to come up to the road to beg for food are often hit and killed by cars. Visitors are kicked, bitten and knocked down every year as a direct result of getting too close to the wild horses. Treating wild horses like tame animals takes away the wildness that makes them special. Protect your family by respecting theirs. Give the horses the space they need to be wild.
There are few places in the United States where you can view wild horses. Due to their complex social structure the Assateague horses display a wide range of unique behaviors. Take advantage of the opportunity to view these horses in a natural habitat. With careful management, the wild horses will continue to thrive on Assateague Island and provide enjoyment to thousands of nature enthusiasts, photographers, and people who just love horses!
Information from the National Park Service
Did a quick raid on Glencoe for the trip up Beinn a'Chrùlaiste for sunset. However, after a scorching hot day of blue skies, the clouds rolled in a blotted out the sun well before sunset. Luckily i managed a few shots with Pete posing on the famous 'lump', enjoying the view of BEM and the Glencoe valley off in the distance. All was not lost, however, as the Clachaig was open for a very well- earned rebalancing of body fluids.
James 1:9-12
American Standard Version
9 But let the brother of low degree glory in his high estate: 10 and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away. 11 For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass; and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.
12 Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for when he hath been approved, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord promised to them that love him.
A metal grill separating the Adelaide Oval south building from the side garden. I can't decide if it is a fence or a wall. There is air conditioning inside and hot scorching sun outside. Happy Fence Friday!
I had spent the day at a campground near Monument Valley so I could escape the scorching heat a little bit. That was the plan but I found there was no escape from the heat dome that had established itself over the Southwest in the hottest month on record. But at least I could use the bathroom and shower to cool off.
After the heat eased off towards evening because of cloud cover, I went on to the Valley of the Gods.
What a fantastic place!
Once I arrived at this spire, I realized I didn't want to go any further as the heat had taken quite a bit out of me. So my photos consist of shots of this mountain in the various fast changing conditions that I encountered during my short stay.
With no moon or passing trucks to throw light on this enormous structure, I struggled to get any illumination going. My flashlight and small video light that serve me so well in other situations proved woefully inadequate.
Or maybe I was just tired.
Leo was out and about on the roof terrace early this morning for a while and although he remains a difficult photo model I managed this capture of him. The scorching heat doesn't make taking photos any easier as the cats stay indoors all day and there it is dark as all shutters remain closed to lock the heat out. Leo looks quite plump in this photo but that's only due to the perspective, in fact he is slim.
Just over this sand dune is the Atlantic Ocean
Assateague's wild horses are well known, even to many people who have never been to the island. The "wild" horses on Assateague are actually feral animals, meaning that they are descendants of domestic animals that have reverted to a wild state. Horses tough enough to survive the scorching heat, abundant mosquitoes, stormy weather and poor quality food found on this remote, windswept barrier island have formed a unique wild horse society. Enjoy their beauty from a distance, and you can help make sure these extraordinary wild horses will continue to thrive on Assateague Island.
Local folklore describes the Assateague horses as survivors of a shipwreck off the Virginia coast. While this dramatic tale of struggle and survival is popular, there are no records yet that confirm it. The most plausible explanation is that they are the descendants of horses that were brought to barrier islands like Assateague in the late 17th century by mainland owners to avoid fencing laws and taxation of livestock.
The horses are split into two main herds, one on the Virginia side and one on the Maryland side of Assateague. They are separated by a fence at the Virginia/Maryland State line. These herds have divided themselves into bands of two to twelve animals and each band occupies a home range. The National Park Service manages the Maryland herd. The Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Company owns and manages the Virginia herd, which is allowed to graze on Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, through a special use permit issued by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. The permit restricts the size of the herd to approximately 150 adult animals in order to protect the other natural resources of the wildlife refuge. It is the Virginia herd which is often referred to as the "Chincoteague" ponies.
Assateague's horses are beautiful, tough, and wild. They have learned to survive in a harsh environment. Feeding and/or petting them is detrimental to both visitors and horses. Horses can get sick from human food. Those that learn to come up to the road to beg for food are often hit and killed by cars. Visitors are kicked, bitten and knocked down every year as a direct result of getting too close to the wild horses. Treating wild horses like tame animals takes away the wildness that makes them special. Protect your family by respecting theirs. Give the horses the space they need to be wild.
There are few places in the United States where you can view wild horses. Due to their complex social structure the Assateague horses display a wide range of unique behaviors. Take advantage of the opportunity to view these horses in a natural habitat. With careful management, the wild horses will continue to thrive on Assateague Island and provide enjoyment to thousands of nature enthusiasts, photographers, and people who just love horses!
Information from the National Park Service