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Me and The Tick the day I picked him up from the dealer in Florida. I'd not long before gotten off the bus after a 13hr trip and breakfast at Denny's.
Ticks aren't just for the deer! This juvenile bird had over a dozen bloated ticks on its neck and head which probably contributed to its death. It's ironic because magpies are among the birds keenest on picking ticks off the deer. It probably picked these up searching for insects in grass.
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My final for Printmaking. I used Relief and Intaglio. Also, Cheesecloth was used for the pattern seen in the middle one.
The concept was about human's obsession with time.
I removed this tick from one of our dogs eye lids this morning. It was the size of a pin head It didn't get much of a feed!
Totally stuck in the tick spoon slot, I was able to get a better look. I suspect this was an adult female deer tick.
Ahhhhh. A sure sign that summer is coming. My first this year, found on my leg. Now I'm feeling them all over me.
One of 'our favorite' character : A square-jawed, muscular, bright blue figure with antennae sticking up from his head, the Tick is a surreal parody of superheroes. The Tick is high-spirited, frequently obtuse, and prone to quipping odd, dim remarks and "inspirational" speeches filled with bizarre metaphors.
"And my middle name used to be Helping People, The Helping People Tick. "
"And that's just it, Doc - my mind has always been my Achilles' heel! "
if you want to know more about the blue hero : video.movies.go.com/thetick/
This was actually a drawn picture on see-through plastic by the original artist. A co-worker has it in his office. I snapped a picture for kicks. I added the red background with photoshop.
is this one of those bl%$&y ticks?!
I just pulled it off my ankle because I thought it was a bit of dirt, and then I realised it was a bug! convinced I'm going to get ill now ... :-(
Tick Tock topiary, part of the 2014 Epcot Flower & Garden Festival, at the United Kingdom Pavilion at World Showcase in Epcot.
Kansas in July: Land of the Tick.
One of the ticks that didn't get found until back at the motel (I had removed a half dozen others earlier). They are like little Terminator droids: singularly minded, methodical. I found one on my arm while I was driving, flicked it in surprise, and watched it right itself on the passenger floor, turn back to me, and begin slowly, patiently walking up the rug and over the maps on the seat toward me as I drove. I could see the single red light in its brain going back and forth like a Cylon, slammed on my brakes and flung the little smutty cuss out the damned door.
This one I found half-embedded in my side before I took a shower. There was much swearing and a bit of arm-flailing. I rinsed it down the sink and filled the sink after stopping the drain to ensure it didn't crawl its way up in the night.
I know any Kansas farmer is laughing his ass off at my little drama, but I just don't know enough about these things to outright dismiss them. This species, which I believe are Cattle Ticks, can deliver Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, which sounds for all the world like something I'd rather not contract, and there are three people in my direct circle who've had to deal with Lyme Disease, so... wtf?
Strobist:
D70s with 85mm F2 AIS @ F8, 1/500sec, SB600 fired through a green vase bottom right via CLS. Homemade foil reflector top left giving shimmering effect.
So it's peaceful Sunday morning in California and off we go, tack-a-tick, lao-tichi-couch, out of the Bay Shore yards, pause momentarily at the main line for the green, ole 71 or ole whatever been by and now we get out and go swamming up the tree valleys and town vale hollows and main street crossing parking-lot last-night attendant plots and Stanford lots of the world-to our destination in the Poo which I can see, and, so to while the time I'm up in the cupolo and with my newspaper dig the latest news on the front page and also consider and make notations of the money I spent already for this day Sunday absolutely not jot spent a nothing--California rushes by and with sad eyes we watch it reel the whole bay and the discourse falling off to gradual gils that ease and graduate to Santa Clara Valley then and the fig and behind is the fog immemoriates while the mist closes and we come running out to the bright sun of the Sabbath Californiay-
October in the Railroad Earth
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