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Celsia
| | Posted on Saturday, August 02, 2008 - 02:55 pm: | |
My panther: Mimimi' |
Images from deep
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 12:30 pm: | |
Photography: Life and death beneath the waves -- NewScientist (12 photos)
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Conch eyes peering from shell
Click on link to see all 12 photos
More images from the deep. |
Ivan Alexander
Username: Humancafe
Registered: 12-2017
| | Posted on Saturday, June 13, 2020 - 02:28 pm: | |
Save a Fox animal shelter features a rescued Coyote - Video (interactive)
Always loved the laughing howls of coyotes in the wild. This one, Dakota, is tame! |
Ivan Alexander
Username: Humancafe
Registered: 12-2017
| | Posted on Saturday, December 12, 2020 - 03:06 pm: | |
Birds ‘feel’ the air with their wingtips.
 (Against wing clipping - interactive)
In a general way we don’t give much thought to birds’ wings. They fly and that amazed us through the ages until we learned to fly, mechanically. But the intricate design of wings and feathers for us was a question of physics, how to fly, and not especially of the organism of how birds fly. What do they feel, for example, when they take to the air?
This question never really entered my mind until one morning I woke and realized I had been dreaming. Strange dreams, more like theoretical dreaming. I was feeling like I was inside a tree and ‘felt’ the world through its trunk and branches. It was an intimate feeling, one of self satisfaction, a sensitivity of oneself in feeling good, feeling the air moving about, knowing one’s place secure and comfortable. Strange to feel one is a tree, inwardly feeling good about itself. But in this dream was another dream that was fast fading, so I made an effort to remember it, because it told me something important.
In this hidden dream I had the sensation of my long and thin fingers, five of them, feeling the air rippling through them. I was in flight, and my ‘fingers’ were actually feathers which felt the movement of air through them. It was a ‘delicious’ feeling, a happy feeling of freedom and delight, as the air caressed my feathery fingers. It felt so good, but also so important to my coordinating my flight. How could I fly without them? If those feathers, ‘fingers’, were cut off, I would be lost, and flight impossible, as I needed to feel the air rippling through them in flight.
This was the feeling I was left with upon waking, that birds have feelings in the tips of their wings, feelings that caught the air and were guided through it with a pleasurable grace that enabled flight. It was a living feeling, not merely the mechanics of flying. My feathers were alive with feeling, and if clipped they would have stolen from me the magic of flight. Flying for a bird is more than the physics of wings and lift. It is alive with feelings and kinship with the air. So bird wings are sensitive in ways we may not understand. They should not be mutilated but respected for the natural freedom they give, for the bird’s happiness and well being. Perhaps it was not a dream.
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