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Red Deer / cervus elaphus. Wollaton Park, Nottinghamshire. 11/12/17.
'TRUE COLOURS'.
A young stag allowing his true colours to come shining through in yesterdays glorious winter sun.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
He was completely on his own and spent nearly the whole time grazing a snow-free area of vegetation. Shortly after I made the image, he lay down and started to ruminate. Deer feeding follows a strict pattern - firstly, grazing/browsing plant material for up to 3 hours, then 'lying up' to chew the cud or ruminate.
Now the rut is over for another year, stags and does have gone their separate ways in the park. The stags I'm seeing at the moment are either solitary or in 2-3's. Eventually larger bachelor groups will form and all the testosterone rivalry of the breeding season will be forgotten as harmony between the animals prevails.
Red Deer / cervus elaphus. 10/10/18.
´RUTTING BEHAVIOUR.´ (2)
An image made a year ago showing a Red Deer stag moving in on a hind.
I love that look of concentration and intent on his face. Nothing else existed beyond the object of his desires and I felt genuinely sorry when his advances were rejected and she ran off. He had tried so hard to win her over with throaty bellows whilst shadowing her closely.
She certainly kept him keen by acting mean!
His next move was to urinate then thrash the spot with his antlers, spreading his scent. Successful ? … not a chance. Mating was going to be strictly on her terms.
Photographed in South Africa from a safari vehicle
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I always try to capture catch light in the eyes of the birds and mammals in my photos but it's sometimes difficult to even see the brown eyes of a dark colored mammal, of any large size, because, if the entire animal is in the photo, its eyes are usually so small they're almost impossible to see. This certainly is true when photographing wildebeest so I purposely zoomed in on the eyes of this animal.
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From Wikipedia:
Colouration:
This broad-shouldered antelope has a muscular, front-heavy appearance, with a distinctive robust muzzle. Young are born tawny brown, and begin to take on their adult colouration at the age of 2 months. The adults' hues range from a deep slate or bluish gray to light gray or even grayish brown. The back and flanks are slightly lighter than the ventral surface and underparts. Dark brown, vertical stripes mark the area between the neck and the back of the ribcage, thus giving it the name "brindled gnu". The manes of both sexes appear long, stiff, thick, and jet black, the same colour as the tail and face. While the manes of the western and eastern white-bearded wildebeest are lank, those of the Nyassaland wildebeest and common wildebeest stick up. Scent glands, which secrete a clear oil, are present in the fore feet and are larger in males than females.
In terms of skull length, the smallest subspecies of the blue wildebeest is the western white-bearded wildebeest. It is also the darkest subspecies; the eastern white-bearded wildebeest is the lightest race. Both subspecies possess a creamy white beard, whereas the beard is black in both the Nyassaland wildebeest and the common wildebeest. The longest muzzles are found in the Nyassaland wildebeest, and the shortest in female western white-bearded wildebeest.
Horns:
Both sexes possess a pair of large horns, which are shaped like parentheses. These extend outward to the side, and then curve upward and inward. In the males, the horns can be 83 cm (33 in) long, while the horns of the females are 30–40 cm (12–16 in) long. Despite being an antelope, the blue wildebeest possesses various bovine characteristics. For instance, the horns resemble those of the female African buffalo. Further, the heavy build and disproportionately large forequarters give it a bovine appearance.
Ecology and behaviour:
The blue wildebeest is mostly active during the morning and the late afternoon, with the hottest hours of the day being spent in rest. These extremely agile and wary animals can run at speeds up to 80 km/h (50 mph), waving their tails and tossing their heads. An analysis of the activity of blue wildebeest at the Serengeti National Park showed that the animals devoted over half of their total time to rest, 33% to grazing, 12% to moving about (mostly walking), and a little to social interactions. However, variations existed among different age and sex groups.
The wildebeest usually rest close to others of their kind and move about in loose aggregations. Males form bachelor herds, and these can be distinguished from juvenile groups by the lower amount of activity and the spacing between the animals. Around 90% of the male calves join the bachelor herds before the next mating season. Bulls become territorial at the age of four or five years, and become very noisy (most notably in the western white-bearded wildebeest) and active. The bulls tolerate being close to each other and a square kilometre of plain can accommodate 270 bulls. Most territories are of a temporary nature and fewer than a half of the male population hold permanent territories. In general, blue wildebeest rest in groups of a few to thousands at night, with a minimum distance of 1–2 m (3.3–6.6 ft) between individuals (though mothers and calves may remain in contact). They are a major prey item for lions, cheetahs, leopards, African wild dogs, hyenas, and crocodiles.
Bulls mark the boundaries of their territories with heaps of dung and with secretions from their scent glands. The territories are advertised by their behaviour as well as by the physical marking. Body language used by a territorial male includes standing tall with an erect posture, profuse ground pawing and horning, frequent defecation, rolling and bellowing, the sound "ga-noo" being produced. When competing over territory, males grunt loudly, paw the ground, make thrusting motion with their horns, and perform other displays of aggression.
Diet:
The blue wildebeest is a herbivore, feeding primarily on the short grasses which commonly grow on light, and alkaline soils that are found in savanna grasslands and on plains. The animal's broad mouth is adapted for eating large quantities of short grass and it feeds both during the day and night. When grass is scarce, it will also eat the foliage of shrubs and trees. Wildebeest commonly associate with plains zebras as the latter eat the upper, less nutritious grass canopy, exposing the lower, greener material which the wildebeest prefer. Whenever possible, the wildebeest likes to drink twice daily and due to its regular requirement for water, it usually inhabits moist grasslands and areas with available water sources. The blue wildebeest drinks 9 to 12 litres of water every one to two days. Despite this, it can also survive in the arid Kalahari desert, where it obtains sufficient water from melons and water-storing roots and tubers.
In a study of the dietary habits of the wildebeest, the animals were found to be feeding on the three dominant grasses of the area, namely : Themeda triandra, Digitaria macroblephara and Pennisetum mezianum. The time spent grazing increased by about 100% during the dry season. Though the choice of diet remained the same in both the dry and the wet season, the animals were more selective during the latter.
Reproduction:
Male blue wildebeest become sexually mature at about 2 years of age, while females can conceive at 16 months if adequately nourished. Nevertheless, most females do not start to breed until a year later. The mating season, which lasts for about 3 weeks, coincides with the end of the rainy season. This means that the animals are in good condition, having been feeding on highly nutritious new grass growth, and the conception rate is often as high as 95%. The mating season, or rut, typically begins on the night of a full moon, suggesting that the lunar cycle influences breeding. At this time, testosterone production peaks in males, resulting in increased calling and territorial behaviour. The activities of these sexually excited males may also stimulate female to come into estrus.
As they stake out their territories and compete for females, males exhibit rivalry. When they clash, they face up to each other with bent knees and exchange horn thrusts. Elaborate individual displays are made during their rivalry, and they may bellow, snort, and dig their horns into the ground. Once dominance has been established, each male attempts to lure the female into his domain. During courtship, urination and low-stretch are common activities, and the male soon attempts to mount the female. A receptive female holds her tail to one side and stands still while copulation takes place. Matings may be repeated several times and may take place twice or more times within a minute. The male neither eats nor rests when a female is present in his territory, and during this time, the female keeps close to the male, often rubbing her head on his torso and sniffing his penis. While in season, a female may visit several territories and mate with several different males.
The gestation period is about 8.5 months, and between 80 and 90% of the calves are born within a 3-week time period. Female wildebeest give birth in the middle of a herd rather than alone, and typically in the middle of the day. This allows time for the newborn to become steady on its feet before night falls and the predators become more active. Calves weigh about 19 kg (42 lb) at birth, and can usually stand on their own within a few minutes of birth. To escape predation, calves remain close to their mothers for a significant time, and may continue suckling until the next year's calf is nearly due. Some calves leave their mother at about 8 months and form herds with other juveniles. In large female herds, 80% of the wildebeest offspring survive the first month, compared to a 50% survival rate in smaller herds.
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Sunbird has started moulting, Summers aren’t far.
Purple Sunbird Male full of testosterone, already moulting and calling his territory at top of his voice on first clear Sunny Day today.
27 January, 2023
Jalandhar Punjab
EM1X 300f4-MC14
1/1600, f5.6, ISO250
A full grown Asian elephant bull in musth , this one horned bull was all around the park . It was an awe-inspiring sight, as he muscles his testosterone-fueled way through the mating hierarchy.
Autumn is the time when testosterone runs high and the stags try to entice hinds into their harems ready for the rut. Bellowing serves as a warning to other stags to keep away. Imagine a mix of roaring lion, bellowing cow, chainsaw and someone severely constipated and you're halfway there. Loud, discordant, unearthly, frankly terrifying, it's like something out of a horror film. Once heard it's never forgotten.
On a cold freezing December day what else is there to do than take a 200+ mile trip to see the grey seals at Donna Nook in Lincolnshire.
It is several years since my last visit and that was on a balmy day in October. We were not however disappointed with a fabulous display of adult and seal pups. No doubt my stream will be beset by photos from this trip for some time.
This bull seal weighing in at 300kg of testosterone fuelled blubber clearly didn't have too high an opinion of me.
Grey Seal - Halichoerus Grypus
Donna Nook Nature Reserve
As always I extend my sincere appreciation to all those who take the time to stop by and comment on my photos.
Well Im sure all the boys with the really big lenses got a better image (more lens testosterone and clicking than I have ever seen - around 30 or so 600mm) but I like it any way :-)
Very clear skies over Beijing today.
Oh no! Spring time in Skyrim, hormones everywhere!
And two young mercs trying to act cool while spying on each other on their way to Whiterun.
This young buck rubs on some small plants as part of its pre-rut rubbing. Thought to be a way for them to increase neck and shoulder muscles, temper some agression from rising testosterone levels and to mark their area visually and through scent glands in the forehead.
We don't have time to wait on Arnie to get into the cyborg's comms. We gotta take their sorry asses down now. Luckily police scanners are a thing and wouldn't you know it? Over an hour after we ran out of the museum those douchebags in blue were still there, picking a fight with another type of douchebags in blue. Y'see, The militia twats are now holding down fort, the fort being the museum, with hostages. We head to museum and look into the clusterfuck from a sky window they didn't bust, and see the GCPD SWAT trading lead. "well, they got hostages, let's shoot the fuckers and see what happens!" I think I'm just gonna let Linda kill them. Would be doing the GCPD a big favor, probably. The gameplan Linda and I had was that I'd be up here with my refurbished Sasha, cleaning house and holding off the vermin while she goes for the hostages, who are apparently wrangled up in the basement according to scanner chatter. Jumping in's gonna be tough, and not just because it's as smack-dab in the middle of a fucking firefight. Our landing spot it occupied by some shitty sculpture that looks like it's gonna sexually assault me on my way to Saturn. Seriously, it's amazing the shit that passes as art these days. Nonetheless I give Linda a nod, she opens up the window, and we jump in on a hurricane of subsonic lead and testosterone...
'Ahh', you may say, 'cute little doggy', you may add...you'd be WRONG!
The reality is that he's an evil, relentless, up-jumping, finger nipping SOB (literally).
However, his owners have had the foresight to have him, err, 'nutted' I think the word is and so his temperament should mellow when the testosterone levels plummet.
Seconds after the shot was taken he tried to bite the lens which had the nerve to make a whispering whirr of autofocus - he's a git!
George was neutered some time ago because he has daughters within his mob. After that, his red color grew less vibrant. We figured it was because of the reduction in testosterone. Janice and I have noticed that his redness seems to be returning lately. I guess I have questions for the keepers!
on that special day - also for me, as far my home is full of testosterone - I would like to wish all women a beautiful day. I wish for my self some more time for myself so I can paint my nails and read a magazin while drinking my coffee
:)
Awwww, explred #195 on March 9, 2013! Thank you, thank you, thank you! :)
Face to face with a Red Deer Stag – This morning, as I stepped into Bradgate Park, I didn’t know what awaited me — but soon I found myself face to face with a magnificent red deer stag in its natural habitat.
It was a rare and thrilling encounter. By pure chance, the stag approached to within about 5–7 meters, allowing me to capture these close-up portraits.
At this time of year, red deer stags usually roar and clash their antlers in dramatic displays of strength and dominance — the “Deer Rut” is in full swing. Yet this morning was surprisingly calm.
During the rutting season, males are heavily driven by testosterone. They often forget to eat, become restless, and spend their days fighting rivals. For photographers, safety and respect are vital: never stand between a dominant stag and his harem, nor between two rivals who haven’t yet decided the outcome of their contest.
Wildlife photography often requires careful planning, logistics, and tested camera settings. In short, knowing your subject and your equipment is essential when working with such fleeting moments.
Despite the overcast light, I was greeted first by a young male and his lone female companion. Later, as I crossed the River Lin, I spotted two impressive stags — likely just after their morning feeding. This year, with the mild weather, the rut seems less intense; roaring is rare, and many stags appear calmer than usual.
After waiting patiently for Stonechats and Robins, I took a short break — and sometimes, as nature photographers know well, that’s when magic happens. About two hours later, two large males appeared from different directions and met near my path. One moved closer to me, watching the other intently. I quietly took cover behind an old oak fence, and to my surprise, the stag approached and paused just in front of me.
He was aware of my presence, yet remained calm. I didn’t move suddenly; when our eyes met, I pressed the shutter. He then passed by, continuing on his way.
These portraits were taken with patience, respect, and a bit of luck. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed the quiet connection with this majestic creature.
Wishing everyone a peaceful and inspiring weekend.
Field Observation: The stag was fully aware of my presence but showed no aggression. Maintaining a calm posture and avoiding direct eye contact for too long helped build trust. The combination of patience, quiet movement, and natural cover made these close portraits possible.
I've captured some unforgettable moments with my camera, and I hope you feel the same joy viewing these images as I did while shooting them.
Thank you so much for visiting my gallery, whether you leave a comment, add it to your favorites, or simply take a moment to look around. Your support means a lot to me, and I wish you good luck and beautiful light in all your endeavors.
© All rights belong to R.Ertuğ. Please refrain from using these images without my express written permission. If you are interested in purchasing or using them, feel free to contact me via Flickr mail.
Lens - With Nikon TC 14E II - hand held or Monopod and definitely SPORT VR on. Aperture is f8 and full length. All my images have been converted from RAW to JPEG.
I started using Nikon Cross-Body Strap or Monopod on long walks. Here is my Carbon Monopod details : Gitzo GM2542 Series 2 4S Carbon Monopod - Really Right Stuff MH-01 Monopod Head with Standard Lever - Really Right Stuff LCF-11 Replacement Foot for Nikon AF-S 500mm /5.6E PF Lense -
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In the heart of Sri Lanka’s wild Udawalawe National Park, a massive bull elephant in musth walked straight toward our safari jeep. His presence was unmistakable—towering, powerful, and fueled by a surge of testosterone that marks this intense period of heightened aggression and dominance in male elephants.
Captured in black and white, this image freezes that electrifying moment when the boundary between observer and wild nature feels razor-thin. We held our ground for a respectful moment, knowing when to stay still and when to slowly back up.
The tension was real, but so was the awe. This wasn’t just an encounter—it was a raw, unfiltered reminder of nature’s authority and the respect it demands.
Photographed ethically from a safe distance with a telephoto lens.
Black and white treatment emphasizes the drama and timelessness of the moment.
Calling at the top of it’s voice, attired in best fit(breeding plumage) and flashing yellow pectoral tufts(certificate) at the end of breeding season, must be overwhelmed by testosterones. Purple Sunbird 03 August, 2023 Jalandhar, Punjab OM1, 300f4-MC14 1/1600, f5.6, ISO2000
Face to face with a Red Deer Stag – This morning, as I stepped into Bradgate Park, I didn’t know what awaited me — but soon I found myself face to face with a magnificent red deer stag in its natural habitat.
It was a rare and thrilling encounter. By pure chance, the stag approached to within about 5–7 meters, allowing me to capture these close-up portraits.
At this time of year, red deer stags usually roar and clash their antlers in dramatic displays of strength and dominance — the “Deer Rut” is in full swing. Yet this morning was surprisingly calm.
During the rutting season, males are heavily driven by testosterone. They often forget to eat, become restless, and spend their days fighting rivals. For photographers, safety and respect are vital: never stand between a dominant stag and his harem, nor between two rivals who haven’t yet decided the outcome of their contest.
Wildlife photography often requires careful planning, logistics, and tested camera settings. In short, knowing your subject and your equipment is essential when working with such fleeting moments.
Despite the overcast light, I was greeted first by a young male and his lone female companion. Later, as I crossed the River Lin, I spotted two impressive stags — likely just after their morning feeding. This year, with the mild weather, the rut seems less intense; roaring is rare, and many stags appear calmer than usual.
After waiting patiently for Stonechats and Robins, I took a short break — and sometimes, as nature photographers know well, that’s when magic happens. About two hours later, two large males appeared from different directions and met near my path. One moved closer to me, watching the other intently. I quietly took cover behind an old oak fence, and to my surprise, the stag approached and paused just in front of me.
He was aware of my presence, yet remained calm. I didn’t move suddenly; when our eyes met, I pressed the shutter. He then passed by, continuing on his way.
These portraits were taken with patience, respect, and a bit of luck. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed the quiet connection with this majestic creature.
Wishing everyone a peaceful and inspiring weekend.
Field Observation: The stag was fully aware of my presence but showed no aggression. Maintaining a calm posture and avoiding direct eye contact for too long helped build trust. The combination of patience, quiet movement, and natural cover made these close portraits possible.
I've captured some unforgettable moments with my camera, and I hope you feel the same joy viewing these images as I did while shooting them.
Thank you so much for visiting my gallery, whether you leave a comment, add it to your favorites, or simply take a moment to look around. Your support means a lot to me, and I wish you good luck and beautiful light in all your endeavors.
© All rights belong to R.Ertuğ. Please refrain from using these images without my express written permission. If you are interested in purchasing or using them, feel free to contact me via Flickr mail.
Lens - With Nikon TC 14E II - hand held or Monopod and definitely SPORT VR on. Aperture is f8 and full length. All my images have been converted from RAW to JPEG.
I started using Nikon Cross-Body Strap or Monopod on long walks. Here is my Carbon Monopod details : Gitzo GM2542 Series 2 4S Carbon Monopod - Really Right Stuff MH-01 Monopod Head with Standard Lever - Really Right Stuff LCF-11 Replacement Foot for Nikon AF-S 500mm /5.6E PF Lense -
Your comments and criticism are very valuable.
Thanks for taking the time to stop by and explore :)
... and some of his girls.
The red deer rut is not yet in full swing at Wildpark Neuhaus, but you can tell that it won't be long before the testosterone pumped stags are locking horns. The younger contenders are beginning to spar with each other on the sidelines and the occasional roar of the "king" is already being answered from time to time. So excited! :o)
You'll no doubt be pleased to hear that Daisy's endocrinologist appointment went well yesterday, and they have started her on 100mg Spironolactone to begin with. It's a testosterone blocker, and for some reason they want her to do that alone for six weeks to begin with. After that she will wear an estradiol patch as well. Daisy's mother has a history of blood clots (Though Daisy herself has never had one..) and they think she should steer clear of the oral version for that reason. I have a slight allergy to adhesives, so that was never an option for me. Hopefully Daisy will have better luck. 😊💗💗
Three women were sitting together drinking coffee on a lovely peaceful afternoon.
They talked about their husbands, lovers, sons and men in general.
They soon became bitter somehow.
They remembered the role of men in history.
The women remembered the thin, almost transparent layer of cultural civilization. Alcohol and group gathering and a bogeyman too often showed the ugly face of the forgotten malignancy of that angry chimpanzee underneath that layer.
As hooligans they hardly recognized their sons and men again.
The sons, who were second-born (the third and fourth sons aso.), had to leave the farm and home to seek their fortune and fame and a (new) empire in the world.
The woman remembered the vulnerability of their sons to ideologies and religions, their black and white thinking, their simple solutions and their intolerant and bloody "us and them", to achieve their merciless goals.
How easily they could be seduced by cynical old men, who always let the young suicide bombers go first into that promised land in the afterlife, which had not ever been seen by nobody, ever and never. ;-)
The desperate women thought about the wars and the rapes, mass killings, and the crusades, the Holocaust, the genocides, the general racism in this world.
They thought of the crime statistics, the severity of the crimes that have been committed by men and will be in future.
The prisoners, guards, judges and lawyers, the police and politicians, investment bankers and the tax dodgers.
They had to think about the men of religions and their misogyny.
They thought of the testosterone in general.
Or was it just a problem of the youth bulges and not religions, tribal feuds and poverty as main reasons responsible for the escalation of terrorism?
Is the oversized proportion of the male youth in the total population to blame for the deadly fights?
Do religions and ideologies only provide the necessary disinhibition to kill for the future world warrior?
Even terrorists need a justification, so that they can sleep better.
They want to kill for a "better" peaceful world, how perverse is that???
The list and the questions seemed endless.
The three women were moaning deeply, a moan so deep and old as mankind itself.
So much pain in the world!
The women did not have the arrogance to believe that they had considered everything, but what had occurred to them was bad enough, wasn`t it?
Then suddenly they had an idea, a brilliant idea they thought:
Fast, repeated cuts, in order to reduce the "Imaginary Heroes" to their right measurement.
The only infirmity of this argument was, that every son has got a mother ;-)
Even if it was just a daydream, men do not fall asleep too tight tonight and the nights after, the woman of the world could wake up very soon before you do ;-).
JuJu has not appeared in my photostream for a few years now, so these posts are overdue. She is my "miniature" house pig and now at six years of age (born in 2010), remains an integral (pivotal even) part of my family.
Like all miniature pigs, she certainly started out that way (see her progress in the comments) but the realities of genetics and time means she now tips the scales at "more-than-I-can-lift-to-measure". She is still small by commercial mature pig standards but joins the rest of my canine crew as the resident obese, short-legged Rottweiler.
Miniature pigs (and pigs in general) are everything owners, breeders and enthusiasts say they are - intelligent, loving, devoted, clean, demanding, forever hungry, neurotic and interactive.
Aside from that rarely revealed issue of hormones in undesexed pet porcines (20 day cycles of screaming rage for females and round-the-clock testosterone-imbued butchiness in males), pigs make great family members if you can adjust your life to accommodate and include them.
Juju (Zhu is Chinese for pig; Zhuzhu means little pig or piglet ('zh' is pronounced 'j'))
Walruses have sexual segregation in that the females stay together to look after the young while the males lounge about in all male groups. For some reason they lie around in a large, close group with lots of bodily contact. Usually this is to maintain body heat but a thick layer of blubber fulfils that role so I'm not sure why Walruses do it. When testosterone starts racing through their veins they become tetchy, particularly the young males, and fights often break out. They do lots of jabbing with their tusks but they cannot do much damage through their thick hides and blubber padding. This was one such, short-lived squabble among a large group of males. You can see by their tiny tusks that they are both young males. This was taken on the island of Edgoya in Svalbard.
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These deer were at the Canada Games Centre when I was going to the gym Friday morning, I go 5 days a week.
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Health Update: 6 months ago my Testosterone level was .86 (normal is 8-32) after prostate cancer was treated, the nurse told me at a follow-up to do some weight training. In 3 months my testosterone went up to 5, 3 months after that (last week) I am ups to 11 and my PSA is undetectable which is great.
One of a group of five circus lions.They found a new home and life at "Stichting Leeuw".. The males are all castrated in the past , as a result they lost there manes too (lack of testosterone)
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Een uit de groep van vijf circusleeuwen, die een nieuw huis en leven krijgen bij Stichting leeuw., De mannen zijn gecastreerd .Door het daardoor ontstane gebrek aan testosteron zijn ze hun manen verloren.
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You women really do have a power. The touch of a beautiful women can make a man 10 years younger and 10 years dumber instantly. Its almost primal the way that priorities change and testosterone flows from that point on. His chest gets puffed out any time she is near. Clothes start matching and the car is cleansed of Mc Donalds bags and Red Bull cans. Movies, dinners and painfully long phone calls are all displays of a mans strength.. not the muscle kind of strength but the mental toughness a man must have to survive this woman. After all.. if a man can't survive the courting rituals how can he endure the rants and random babel that a women must download before she can relax and get on with her night. We men have evolved though. We know better than to try and solve you, or give you answers. We know that women ask questions they don't want answers too.. and that ever girl is convinced that someone else is trying to destroy her at work or school. We compromise our positions and relent the remote control for the TV when absolutely necessary. But why???
Why do we do this. Its a wicked power she has. Lured by her beauty, any many would fall victim to complacent lust and weak kneed amazement. But at what cost. Is all thats pretty also peaceful. Not all that glitters is gold and there are some illusions that will be revealed in time. How long can you stay atop this mountain before another man with lust in his eyes pushes you off the mountain? Are we just amused by the muse? is beauty the beast after all? Are we just the drug to the addiction? Is it worth it? Does she know that we can see the magic.. and that we can see when the magic fades.
... like I said before.. its primal.. and its magic... and...
Colorado model Alix R.
*Actual women now show.
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Pointdexter- Suffice to say I'm a certified genius, and when I'm discharged from this pit of testosterone and failure, I'll have all the money I could ever need.
Mags- Easy - This is where they send all the fuck-ups and people they don't want. But hey, it's not like I'm bitter or anything.
Razz- Poindexter's a smartass prick. O'Hanrahan's a big pussy, ain't good for shit in a fight. And Mags, well, Mags is cut out for something other than soldiering, you dig?
Sergeant McCredie- I've been here since the first push into Vegas. Back in the days this camp was the hotspot for conflicts with the Legion, raider tribes, you name it.
0'Hanrahan- I ain't scared. I just don't like hurtin' folks, is all. Ma always used to tell me, "Boy, you're the biggest and the strongest, so you mind yourself!" Every day she told me that. Guess I done took it to heart.
Doc Sawbones- All right, just hold steady. Want a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves? Mind if I have one? Heh heh, little doctor humor there.
Chief Hanlon- Patrol the whole length of the Colorado for hundreds of miles? Holding this dam. It'll be the death of us
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I know I said I'd do some legion, but I was very hard to find any characters, so I decided to do a better NCR barf. I may do a few more locations (Not NCR, unless Primm ;) ) but I will eventually find some info on legion characters.
Joe
Btw, how to y'all like the service rifle MODCOM I made :)
Even in the non-rut season, these bull muskox endure the lingering effects of testosterone. So this eye-to-eye stare down was the precedent to more intense head butting...
Now that the baby is coming sooner I am really going to miss feeling her dancing around in my tummy. I absolutely love being pregnant and being a mom. I can't wait to meet Liela (that's what we're naming her) and have my other 2 little girls meet her. My poor husband has me, 3 girls and a girl kitten. We are planning on getting a BIG manly dog for him...he needs some testosterone around here I guess...LOL.
This fellow has only one thing on his mind this time of year and that is mating.
Testosterone can make a big buck feel invincible, and given the right individual, the animal can and will fight to the death to assert his dominance over other bucks.
This older 12 point buck was watching a doe in my backyard and posed nicely for this photo.
Note that half of one ear is missing and something is going on with his eye on the same side which could be results of a battle with another competing buck.
A fight erupts between two mallard drakes for little reason during their mating season.
Wenig genügt damit zwei Stockentenerpel in ihrer Balzzeit zu kämpfen beginnen.
This is My Cone
On A Stone
I Get Squirrelly
Spiking My Testosterone
If You Don't Momentarily
Leave My F...ing Cone
Alone
One Rude Little Red Squirrel
(from: Ditties and Doggerels by FF Whitamore)
MANY THANKS FOR YOUR KIND COMMENTS AND FAVS........ PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT MY PHOTOSTREAM, FOR GENERAL PHOTOS ACROSS THE WHOLE SPECTRUM NATURE AND WILDLIFE.
Red Deer stag charged up with testosterone, getting ready for the rutting season ahead and the battles which will have to be fought.
I look to the future- I’ve always seen myself moving toward more femininity- but I don’t see progress
For we're here - Testosterone Tuesday.
I did have some in-focus shots, but they weren't as crazy-faced as this one so I had to use it!
(It was more fun eating it than photographing it!)
Or maybe, Swan Lake gone wrong!
A testosterone fuelled fight between two male Mute Swans (Cygnus olor). There was a female with young off to the right.
I heard these two fighting from a couple of hundred yards away, with the thumping, thudding sounds of their wings, and a vicious encounter it was, lasting for quite a few minutes.
The shot was taken beside the River Sow in Doxey Marshes nature reserve in Stafford. The reserve is the property of Staffordshire Wildlife Trust.
If all goes to plan I will be appearing on BBC Breakfast Time tomorrow morning (7 Sept c08:20) talking about garden birds. And I will probably talk about House Sparrows, which are the commonest bird in my own garden and where I photographed this male. Some recent research has shown that House Sparrows dominate smaller birds at garden bird feeders. But even among House Sparrows there is a pecking order, and individual males with more testosterone have more black on their chest, and they lord it over subordinates with less black and less testosterone.
Update: My interview went ahead at around 7:40am, so about 40 minutes ahead of when I was told. It should be here if you fast forward about 1 hour and 40 minutes: www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006v5tb/episodes/player
But it is only available for 24 hours.
I had only been on hormones for about 8 or 9 months, but feeling very girly...Wish I was that thin again...but no testosterone left, hence no muscle to burn that fat off, only girly fat now...my last "T" level reading was only 8, I started at 798!
As said in the previous pic, these guys spent their late evening playing very acrobatic football on the beach. Some people would have paid to watch, am sure. They had lots of fun -and whilst at it, they released a fair amount of testosterone in front of girlfriends too.
Difficult to catch them on my Rolleiflex, but worth the effort.
Chiavari (Liguria), July 2009.