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summer_jackel) wrote2009-11-18 02:04 pm
summer_jackel) wrote2009-11-18 02:04 pm
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Vortices of Ravens
EDIT: WOW, go watch this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zxa6P73Awcg
Wildlife photographers kick ass. So do leopard seals. I want this guy's book. /fangirls on Paul Nicklen, bigtime/
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I found this fascinating and beautiful. Mourning behavior observed in ravens:
http://newsminer.com/pages/full_story/push?article-Hundreds+of+birds+seem+to+mourn+deaths+of+fellow+ravens%20&id=4527699-Hundreds+of+birds+seem+to+mourn+deaths+of+fellow+ravens&instance=home_lead_story
I'm convinced that animals do so many complex things we never see because we just aren't looking, or don't know how.
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Completely unrelated, the quote of the week from my house is probably:
(me to my brother)
"No, I'm actually pretty certain that tequila doesn't count as a vegetable."
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Coming home late from a dance the other night, I saw a little raccoon in a ditch near my house. I stopped my truck and rolled down the window. We regarded each other for awhile, him rather uncomfortable at being caught out, me completely charmed. It's such a special thing to live in close company with the wild, that there still exists wild to live next to, and his soft fur, the delicacy of his hands, the moist and flexible nose are irreducible. Seeing a wild animal so close is always thrilling, and though I really don't want them killing my chickens, I'd prefer not to actually harm any raccoons over it. Still, we seem to have come to a tense resolution; I lock up the chickens every night, and the yard does tend to contain a wolf and three wannabes, so the hens remain a forbidden temptation to neighborhood procynid palates. I haven't lost any more birds, although when I went to let them out this morning, I noticed a spot where it looks like a raccoon made an abortive attempt to dig into the coop. Hm.
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On a bike again. I've been off for a week, and now it's time to build some more. Cycles, always cycles, patterns, ebbings and risings of weakness, strength and pain. Guess life is like that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zxa6P73Awcg
Wildlife photographers kick ass. So do leopard seals. I want this guy's book. /fangirls on Paul Nicklen, bigtime/
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I found this fascinating and beautiful. Mourning behavior observed in ravens:
http://newsminer.com/pages/full_story/push?article-Hundreds+of+birds+seem+to+mourn+deaths+of+fellow+ravens%20&id=4527699-Hundreds+of+birds+seem+to+mourn+deaths+of+fellow+ravens&instance=home_lead_story
I'm convinced that animals do so many complex things we never see because we just aren't looking, or don't know how.
*
Completely unrelated, the quote of the week from my house is probably:
(me to my brother)
"No, I'm actually pretty certain that tequila doesn't count as a vegetable."
*
Coming home late from a dance the other night, I saw a little raccoon in a ditch near my house. I stopped my truck and rolled down the window. We regarded each other for awhile, him rather uncomfortable at being caught out, me completely charmed. It's such a special thing to live in close company with the wild, that there still exists wild to live next to, and his soft fur, the delicacy of his hands, the moist and flexible nose are irreducible. Seeing a wild animal so close is always thrilling, and though I really don't want them killing my chickens, I'd prefer not to actually harm any raccoons over it. Still, we seem to have come to a tense resolution; I lock up the chickens every night, and the yard does tend to contain a wolf and three wannabes, so the hens remain a forbidden temptation to neighborhood procynid palates. I haven't lost any more birds, although when I went to let them out this morning, I noticed a spot where it looks like a raccoon made an abortive attempt to dig into the coop. Hm.
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On a bike again. I've been off for a week, and now it's time to build some more. Cycles, always cycles, patterns, ebbings and risings of weakness, strength and pain. Guess life is like that.
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Some raccoons are far, FAR too tame for their own good.
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Wildlife photographers and filmmakers are hardcore. bird of paradise, my bird of paradiiiiiise...
Once, I had a raven say my name. I think he was probably meebling to himself, the way ravens do, and hit the right combination of syllables by accident just as I happened to be walking by... but my reaction was so funny, he did it twice more, flying down to get a better look at me the last time. It was an Enduring Mystery of my life for a lot of years. I pondered the spiritual significance for quite a while before finally filing it under "ravens are very smart, and incredibly strange".
Unfortunately, I accidentally read the comments on that second link. Ow, my brain.
LOL at "wolf and three wannabes". So very true. Teach Coba to howl, Jez.
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Wildlife photographers: I love them lots. And my friends think I'm a little nuts to trail a mellow black bear into the woods at a respectful distance. Oooh leopard seal, let me get in the water with it, sheesh.
One of the most adorable things I think Coba has ever done was howl with Pryderi. He was maybe a 6-7 month puppy, and the fire siren started up, and Pryde started with it. Then I heard this high pitched little howl, and I look out the bathroom window, and there's tiny puppy Coba standing facing and mirroring Pryde, both muzzles raised in the air. You know That Scene in 'Balto'? Like that. I died of cute.
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