Lion and hyena

February 13, 2007

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Crickets

February 12, 2007

Little Cricket

The cricket’s ballad sets the sun,
Bidding farewell, the day is done.
While twilight ushers in the dew,
Welcoming chirps, that bid adeau.

Vastness of dark, and night soon came,
Through wind and thunder, he still sang.
My quickened heart, forever still,
By friend outside, my window sill.

Hark! O’er the valley, and the dell,
His ballad echoes, all is well.
The cricket’s ballad sets the sun,
Bids farewell, the day is done.

Barry Clopton Lanier

On the grasshopper and cricket

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the grasshopper’s – he takes the lead
In summer luxury, – he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one, in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.

John Keats

They were not looking at the cricket I saw.

This guy was.

Sorry, Cricket
David H., Cornish, ME

A happy cricket once did chirp
Upon our bathroom floor.
But now he floats inside our john
And so he chirps no more.
The Chinese say it’s lucky
To have a cricket in your home,
But now he is forever gone -
That’s why I write this poem.
One night of happy quiet chirps
I thought was really nice,
But four nights of this was just too much
And the cricket’s paid his price.
So rest in peace, our chirpy friend,
One flush and then you’re gone.
We’ll watch you spin and whirl away
At your funeral in our john.


This bugger kept me up last night with a sound of a train screeching to a halt

And now for the same photos that were not photoshopped

Other related posts about Wrong diet and Protein and Humans can be so stupid

Lucky sods

February 10, 2007

This is a canned hunt.
Note the fences all over the video.
The lion was born and bred on the farm and was most probably handfed the day before.
Wrong on every level.

They were very lucky that this lion did not know how to hunt.
Sods

Comments:

I don’t think much of a “canned” hunt. I am not above baiting a field for birds nor baiting a field for any wild game that I want to slaughter for food..but raising a lion just to shoot doesn’t appeal to me. Now, raising a lion to turn loose in the halls of congress might be fun..
# posted by GUYK : Saturday, February 10, 2007 3:12:00 PM

bastards
# posted by RSM : Saturday, February 10, 2007 3:40:00 PM

That’s like shooting your pet dog. I’m just sad the lion didn’t take one of them out.
# posted by K-nine : Sunday, February 11, 2007 1:59:00 AM

It is one thing to hunt an animal for food, or go hunting out in the bush for a predator that has become a danger to the local people. This was NOT what I would consider a hunt; it was no better than shooting an animal in a cage. I hope those people shit their pants when it tried to attack. A wild predator would have taken out most of them before they could have taken it down. Disgusting.
# posted by BobG : Sunday, February 11, 2007 5:30:00 AM

… that’s pretty fucked up…. too bad that lion missed…

Eric
# posted by Anonymous : Sunday, February 11, 2007 8:07:00 PM

Quote of the day

February 9, 2007

From an unamed co worker.

We were discussing genetics vis a vis “balding”

He said “Balding is like diarrhea cos it runs in the jeans”

Comments:

I have heard that and heard that it is supposed to be a maternal gene..nut my momma had a full head of hair and it wuz Pop that was bald.
# posted by GUYK : Friday, February 09, 2007 6:01:00 PM

My dad had a full head of hair in his seventies, didn’t even have any gray in it (his beard was white, however). I started losing in my thirties; nowdays my forehead extends to the back of my head.
# posted by BobG : Friday, February 09, 2007 8:01:00 PM

you have to look at your maternal grandfather- you will probably lose/not lose you hair the same way, unles of course both parents are coneheads, then it’s a mot point…
# posted by Holder : Saturday, February 10, 2007 5:56:00 PM

Birds galore

February 9, 2007


Pic from Paulo Santos

I and the Bird #42 is running at The Neurophilosopher’s Weblog

A thoughtful presentation.

Number 1 Cat Hater – Me?

February 9, 2007

Statistics and truth.

i-hate-cats-google.jpg

I suppose I can get a grant now and carry on with my “research”

You know you’ve made your point ……

February 9, 2007

….. when people refer to you as:

We love blog sex symbol Elisson of Blog d’Elisson’s, as Sisu did here

Posted in fairness and jealousy.

Comments:

It must’ve been the colander. The ladies simply can’t resist a guy who wears a colander on his head!
# posted by Elisson : Friday, February 09, 2007 1:53:00 PM

Swoon . . . ;-)
# posted by Sissy Willis : Friday, February 09, 2007 3:19:00 PM

Number 1 Cat Hater – Me?

February 9, 2007

Statistics and truth.

I suppose I can get a grant now and carry on with my “research”

Oryx – Gemsbok

February 8, 2007


Big photo here


Big photo here

Above photos by Michael Poliza

It has been many years since I have given up hunting and these days I would rather take a shot with a camera or just look.
That does not mean that I do not eat meat or even hunted meat.


Gemsbok (Oryx) fillet.
Yummy.

Catnip – My cats will hate me for showing you this

February 8, 2007

The little kitten did not react to the catnip at all, she loved the other cats playfullness though.

Animal lovers must remember to post at the Friday Ark hosted by The Modulater and at The Carnival of the Cats that will be hosted at When Cats Attack this Sunday.


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