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The African Darter (Anhinga rufa), also known as the Snakebird, is an animal unique to sub-Saharan Africa. It is known for its very long neck and its unique swimming style. The African Darter gets the nickname "Snakebird" because it swims similar to the way a snake slithers. Its head is above water while swimming, which is a different style from many birds worldwide. The African Darter is typically found in tropical wetlands, and they spend a lot of time sitting beside bodies of water, particularly in areas where mangroves are prominent. The African Darter is fond of shallow, still waters and usually swims with its head above water. Unlike many birds, the feathers of the African Darter are not waterproof, and the bird must dry its feathers before taking flight. For the most part, these birds lead a sedentary lifestyle. These birds are fairly large, with a body size reaching close to 80 centimeters and weight close to 1.4 kgs.
Since the African Darter spends a lot of time in and around shallow bodies of water, its diet is composed primarily of amphibious animals. They mainly eat fish, frogs, crustaceans, or molluscs. These birds are able to eat fish and other foods from either saline or freshwater environments.
This beautiful African Darter was photographed singing on a late evening boat ride on Lake Baringo, Kenya.
Caught him sitting on this bamboo stick supporting some flowers in a local garden. He was singing and chattering away as usual. These white capped sparrow really have a lovely song.
One of the most common warblers, this Redstart was belting out a song in this high branch above me...
I edited this image with an artistic effect while retaining some realism.
Have a great weekend, everyone.
just liked the contrast of the colours, if you look close you can see some raindropltes as I took it after the rain
Merry Christmas to all you lovelies out there!! Have an epic holiday period!!
and me as the Phoenix
And the scene story begins....
It was a picturesque winter evening at the Xavier Institute, snow gently falling outside, and the warm glow of Christmas lights twinkling inside. But in the dining room? Absolute chaos.
Jean Grey, a.k.a. Phoenix, stood at the center of the table, literally on fire. Her flames engulfed the candelabras, lighting them all at once while everyone shielded their eyes.
“Jean, maybe tone it down?” Cyclops yelled, squinting behind his visor.
“YOU WANTED AMBIANCE!” she replied, flames whooshing upward and singing the mistletoe.
Meanwhile, Wolverine was hunched over the dessert table, growling as he used his adamantium claws to slice the pumpkin pie.
“Who needs a knife when ya got the goods?” he muttered, flicking pie crumbs onto Cyclops, who dodged them like projectiles.
Storm hovered midair in the dining room, whipping up mashed potatoes with her wind powers. The whirlwind was so strong that bits of potato splattered on the walls, the ceiling, and poor Professor X’s bald head.
“Ororo,” he said, calmly wiping mashed spuds off his temple. “Could you stir with just a spoon next time?”
“No time for spoons, Charles!” she called back, summoning a small thunderclap for dramatic effect.
Suddenly, the front door slammed open, and in flew Rogue, her super-strength evident as she carried an absolutely gigantic turkey above her head.
“Ah got the bird, y’all!” she hollered, soaring over the table.
“Wait, don’t drop it!” Cyclops shouted.
“Who’s droppin’ it?!” Rogue retorted, but just as she swooped low, Cyclops took the opportunity to blast the turkey with his optic beam.
The turkey cooked instantly, sizzling and golden-brown as it landed perfectly on the centerpiece platter.
“Dinner’s served!” Cyclops said proudly.
The team cheered, except for Xavier, who muttered, “Does anyone here understand basic food safety?”
Just as they began to sit, the turkey gave an ominous creak—Rogue’s strength had squished it slightly, and it was leaking stuffing like a broken piñata.
“Oh, come on!” shouted Wolverine, clawing at a drumstick.
And yet, despite the mess—the flames, the mashed potato cyclone, and the very questionable turkey—it was an X-Men Christmas dinner for the ages.
“Next year,” muttered Professor X, sipping his wine, “we’re ordering pizza.”
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Singing Honeyeater
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Another from the Foggy Morning.
Time for this Singing Honeyeater to dry out a bit.
Yesterday we had rare day of sunshine and the robins sang! (I love the little patch of white under the Robin's beak!)
Singing Honeyeater "is relatively common and is widespread right across Australia west of the Great Dividing Range, through to the west coast and on Western Australian coastal islands. It does not occur in other countries." (Wikipedia)
I do not come across this species very often and this is only my second capture of this bird published on Flickr. I had a few long sessions with the Singing Honeyeaters of Sorrento several weeks ago. This is the closest I could get to one of them: subject distance 2.99 m. I still wonder how I managed to focus my 500mm lense the head. I could not step back withouth falling off the slope...
(Lichenostomus virescens)
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Mouraria, Lisbon, Portugal.
Fados to hear:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9xIBVFVwU8
On a very cloudy day, one of two Song sparrows singing their heart away near the Cameron Street bridge. Kiwanis Park, Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada. 28 April 2023
"Things are such, that someone lifting a cup or watching the rain, petting a dog or singing, just singing - could be doing as much for this Universe as anyone."
Rumi
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
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Happy First Fence Friday of 2014, my friends! Have a warm and wonderful weekend! :)
Chant Mère ~ Conteur
Gourds, air-dry clay, acrylic paints, natural and other elements. 13-inches / 33 cm tall.
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A little Black-and-white Warbler singing to attract a mate. Seeing quite a few of these neotropicals, but no vireos, tanagers or buntings yet. They should be here soon. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
We were pleasantly surprised to find a Singing Honeyeater (Gavicalis virescens) in the central park of Mitiamo, a small town near Terrick Terrick, central Victoria, Australia. The Honeyeater was constantly moving and calling to another nearby bird, but paused for a moment in the shade of a Eucalypt for this photo.