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Youtube video
Seem not possible to upload any youtube video since yesterday night.Tried yesterday, tried tonight but nope.
So please copy and paste the following link in your browser if you wish watching :
I received this video by email while my boss was just watching above my shoulder. She told don’t dare to click or * *+* *=* *
As soon she was back at her desk, in front of me, I disobey and… Got caught of course…
Such an improbable complicity between a dog and a bird
Just impossible to do not melt and smile…
Hopefully, she won’t consider to fire me
So please copy and paste the following link in your browser if you wish watching :
I received this video by email while my boss was just watching above my shoulder. She told don’t dare to click or * *+* *=* *
As soon she was back at her desk, in front of me, I disobey and… Got caught of course…
Such an improbable complicity between a dog and a bird
Just impossible to do not melt and smile…Hopefully, she won’t consider to fire me
The coyote-wolf-dog
I am accepted into 3 herds of deer in 3 different NJ townships.
They don't mind my presence. I've earned their trust,
just by keeping up with them, never getting too close (according to their reactions)
and never attacking them, nor making sudden fast movements, nor talking loudly.
I've never fed them. They just learned to slowly trust me.
Once the matriarch accepts you, the rest of the herd will too.
That doesn't mean they will trust other humans. They can distinguish individuals.
I've been with a herd and someone else would see it and walk towards me,
and before that person got within 80 yards, the deer would run away.
Regardless, 3 herds is a tiny amount of the herds in New Jersey.
There are literally tons if deer in New Jersey.
A couple of weeks ago I was taking pictures of a deer herd,
that does not know me at all.
I had snuck up on them using some tall grass as a blind.
That worked fairly well and I got some good photos of several of the deer.
However, eventually one of them saw me move. She signaled the others
and the matriarch came over to check things out. I got one photo of her.
She snorted and they were off running away to an adjoining field about
80 yards from me.
I moved to a tree row that bordered the 2 fields and kneeled down and watched.
About 15 minutes later, something spooked the deer and they ran off again.
This time it wasn't me. After a few minutes, I saw an animal walking along
the opposite side of that field about 150 yards away.
It was just about sunset time. Indeed, the sun was about 1/2 down.
The 4 legged animal got closer as he angled across the field.
I could see through my large lens, that it was a coyote. Or was it.
It seemed larger than a coyote, a bit smaller than a wolf.
It looked a lot like this one (not my picture);
I had heard on the news last year, that there had been coywolves, a cross-breed between wolves and coyote there. Was this one similar. So recently, I did some research. Indeed, research has been done on the genetic make-up of the eastern USA coyotes. .From this research it was found out that the coyotes here in the eastern USA are all crossbreeds in various combinations.
The mixture within a modern day eastern USA coyote is mostly coyote (about 64%) and about 13% Eastern wolf, about 13% grey wolf and about 10% dog. The exact mix in any coyote can be as low as 8% for any
of the above, except coyote. The further south you travel the more dog and the less wolf. The further north, the less dog and the more wolf.
It seems the wolves aren't that choosy when & where mates are scarce.
While part dog, I highly doubt any of the eastern USA coyotes is Chihuahua.
But hey, you never know what a wolf or coyote will do for some Taco Bell.
Federal law allows wolfdogs as pets. That's where a wolf is intentionally bred with a dog, as long as the original wolf was at least 5 generations ago. However, different states and even different counties within states regulate it somewhat differently. In some states or counties it is illegal to own one.
If you try it in those areas, I suppose you're barking up the wrong tree.
They don't mind my presence. I've earned their trust,
just by keeping up with them, never getting too close (according to their reactions)
and never attacking them, nor making sudden fast movements, nor talking loudly.
I've never fed them. They just learned to slowly trust me.
Once the matriarch accepts you, the rest of the herd will too.
That doesn't mean they will trust other humans. They can distinguish individuals.
I've been with a herd and someone else would see it and walk towards me,
and before that person got within 80 yards, the deer would run away.
Regardless, 3 herds is a tiny amount of the herds in New Jersey.
There are literally tons if deer in New Jersey.
A couple of weeks ago I was taking pictures of a deer herd,
that does not know me at all.
I had snuck up on them using some tall grass as a blind.
That worked fairly well and I got some good photos of several of the deer.
However, eventually one of them saw me move. She signaled the others
and the matriarch came over to check things out. I got one photo of her.
She snorted and they were off running away to an adjoining field about
80 yards from me.
I moved to a tree row that bordered the 2 fields and kneeled down and watched.
About 15 minutes later, something spooked the deer and they ran off again.
This time it wasn't me. After a few minutes, I saw an animal walking along
the opposite side of that field about 150 yards away.
It was just about sunset time. Indeed, the sun was about 1/2 down.
The 4 legged animal got closer as he angled across the field.
I could see through my large lens, that it was a coyote. Or was it.
It seemed larger than a coyote, a bit smaller than a wolf.
It looked a lot like this one (not my picture);
I had heard on the news last year, that there had been coywolves, a cross-breed between wolves and coyote there. Was this one similar. So recently, I did some research. Indeed, research has been done on the genetic make-up of the eastern USA coyotes. .From this research it was found out that the coyotes here in the eastern USA are all crossbreeds in various combinations.
The mixture within a modern day eastern USA coyote is mostly coyote (about 64%) and about 13% Eastern wolf, about 13% grey wolf and about 10% dog. The exact mix in any coyote can be as low as 8% for any
of the above, except coyote. The further south you travel the more dog and the less wolf. The further north, the less dog and the more wolf.
It seems the wolves aren't that choosy when & where mates are scarce.
While part dog, I highly doubt any of the eastern USA coyotes is Chihuahua.
But hey, you never know what a wolf or coyote will do for some Taco Bell.
Federal law allows wolfdogs as pets. That's where a wolf is intentionally bred with a dog, as long as the original wolf was at least 5 generations ago. However, different states and even different counties within states regulate it somewhat differently. In some states or counties it is illegal to own one.
If you try it in those areas, I suppose you're barking up the wrong tree.
Black Reacher. [ Obit.
Tag. | 315 daze in Fresno.
Born on 5/03/22 & the runt of the litter, black reacher the Cat has expired from UN natural causes.
..he drank sum thing toxic & the results were harsh n swift.
Speculation is it could have easily come from various stagnant pools of toxic H20 ...all over the place in the barrio this time of year.
..T A P S .} ...
. funeral. ) Band of horses
Cause of death. ) Amerika.
Born on 5/03/22 & the runt of the litter, black reacher the Cat has expired from UN natural causes.
..he drank sum thing toxic & the results were harsh n swift.
Speculation is it could have easily come from various stagnant pools of toxic H20 ...all over the place in the barrio this time of year.
..T A P S .} ...
. funeral. ) Band of horses
Cause of death. ) Amerika.
Interesting dolphin story
In response to:
Pelorus Jack
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Species Risso's dolphin
Years active 1888–1912
Known for Escorting ships near French Pass
Appearance White colour with grey lines or shadings; round, white head
Named after Pelorus Sound, in the Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand
Cook Strait is located in New Zealand
Pelorus Jack (fl. 1888 – April 1912) was a Risso's dolphin that was famous for meeting and escorting ships through a stretch of water in Cook Strait, New Zealand, between 1888 and 1912. Pelorus Jack was usually spotted in Admiralty Bay between Cape Francis and Collinet Point, near French Pass, a notoriously dangerous channel used by ships travelling between Wellington and Nelson.
Pelorus Jack was shot at from a passing ship, and was later protected by a 1904 New Zealand law.
Appearance
Pelorus Jack was approximately 13 feet (4 m) long and was of a white color with grey lines or shadings, and a round, white head. Although its sex was never determined, it was identified from photographs as a Risso's dolphin, Grampus griseus. This is an uncommon species in New Zealand waters, and only 12 Risso's dolphins have been reported in that area.
History
Pelorus Jack guided the ships by swimming alongside a water craft for 20 minutes at a time. If the crew could not see Jack at first, they often waited for him to appear.
Despite his name, he did not live in nearby Pelorus Sound; instead, he would often guide ships through dangerous passages of French Pass. However, some local residents familiar with his habits claim that he never went through French Pass itself.
Pelorus Jack was first seen around 1888 when it appeared in front of the schooner Brindle when the ship approached French Pass, a channel located between D'Urville Island and the South Island. When the members of the crew saw the dolphin bobbing up and down in front of the ship, they wanted to kill him, but the captain’s wife talked them out of it. To their amazement, the dolphin then proceeded to guide the ship through the narrow channel. And for years thereafter, he safely guided almost every ship that came by. With rocks and strong currents, the area is dangerous to ships, but no shipwrecks occurred when Jack was present.
Many sailors and travellers saw Pelorus Jack, and he was mentioned in local newspapers and depicted in postcards.
Jack was last seen in April 1912. There were various rumours connected to his disappearance, including fears that foreign whalers might have harpooned him. However, research suggests that Pelorus Jack was an old animal; his head was white and his body pale, both indications of age, so it is likely that he died of natural causes.
Since 1989, Pelorus Jack has been used as a symbol for the Interislander, a ferry service across the Cook Strait, and is incorporated into the livery of the ships in the fleet.
Shooting incident
In 1904, someone aboard the SS Penguin tried to shoot Pelorus Jack with a rifle. Despite the attempt on his life, Pelorus Jack continued to help ships. According to folklore, however, he no longer helped the Penguin, which shipwrecked in Cook Strait in 1909.
Protection
Following the shooting incident, a law was proposed to protect Pelorus Jack. He became protected by Order in Council under the Sea Fisheries Act on 26 September 1904. Pelorus Jack remained protected by that law until his disappearance in 1912. It is believed that he was the first individual sea creature protected by law in any country.
Pelorus Jack
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Species Risso's dolphin
Years active 1888–1912
Known for Escorting ships near French Pass
Appearance White colour with grey lines or shadings; round, white head
Named after Pelorus Sound, in the Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand
Cook Strait is located in New Zealand
Pelorus Jack (fl. 1888 – April 1912) was a Risso's dolphin that was famous for meeting and escorting ships through a stretch of water in Cook Strait, New Zealand, between 1888 and 1912. Pelorus Jack was usually spotted in Admiralty Bay between Cape Francis and Collinet Point, near French Pass, a notoriously dangerous channel used by ships travelling between Wellington and Nelson.
Pelorus Jack was shot at from a passing ship, and was later protected by a 1904 New Zealand law.
Appearance
Pelorus Jack was approximately 13 feet (4 m) long and was of a white color with grey lines or shadings, and a round, white head. Although its sex was never determined, it was identified from photographs as a Risso's dolphin, Grampus griseus. This is an uncommon species in New Zealand waters, and only 12 Risso's dolphins have been reported in that area.
History
Pelorus Jack guided the ships by swimming alongside a water craft for 20 minutes at a time. If the crew could not see Jack at first, they often waited for him to appear.
Despite his name, he did not live in nearby Pelorus Sound; instead, he would often guide ships through dangerous passages of French Pass. However, some local residents familiar with his habits claim that he never went through French Pass itself.
Pelorus Jack was first seen around 1888 when it appeared in front of the schooner Brindle when the ship approached French Pass, a channel located between D'Urville Island and the South Island. When the members of the crew saw the dolphin bobbing up and down in front of the ship, they wanted to kill him, but the captain’s wife talked them out of it. To their amazement, the dolphin then proceeded to guide the ship through the narrow channel. And for years thereafter, he safely guided almost every ship that came by. With rocks and strong currents, the area is dangerous to ships, but no shipwrecks occurred when Jack was present.
Many sailors and travellers saw Pelorus Jack, and he was mentioned in local newspapers and depicted in postcards.
Jack was last seen in April 1912. There were various rumours connected to his disappearance, including fears that foreign whalers might have harpooned him. However, research suggests that Pelorus Jack was an old animal; his head was white and his body pale, both indications of age, so it is likely that he died of natural causes.
Since 1989, Pelorus Jack has been used as a symbol for the Interislander, a ferry service across the Cook Strait, and is incorporated into the livery of the ships in the fleet.
Shooting incident
In 1904, someone aboard the SS Penguin tried to shoot Pelorus Jack with a rifle. Despite the attempt on his life, Pelorus Jack continued to help ships. According to folklore, however, he no longer helped the Penguin, which shipwrecked in Cook Strait in 1909.
Protection
Following the shooting incident, a law was proposed to protect Pelorus Jack. He became protected by Order in Council under the Sea Fisheries Act on 26 September 1904. Pelorus Jack remained protected by that law until his disappearance in 1912. It is believed that he was the first individual sea creature protected by law in any country.
That's the legend. However, what's the reality ?
Today I Buried A Kitten
It was barely two months ago that this kitten came into the world. It seems like so much longer. It was a little boy that was born to a female gray-striped cat that I named Sheba. She was abandoned by her owner and left starving in the woods, so I fed her and developed her trust.
Her kitten was severely injured somehow. I have not found the source nor figured out how. It was filled out and looked healthy, and then it showed up limping along like a drunken pirate leaning to one side, barely able to move forward. It could have been a dog or a snake that harmed it. I'll never know. The poor thing looked like it's belly went to his chest and there was no longer any stomach where it should be. It was breathing too hard and fast. There was no blood anywhere, and I could not find any puncture wounds nor bite marks.
For awhile, it seemed as if it would recover. I gave it antibiotics and monitored it closely. Last week, it wasn't breathing as well and was losing the remainder of it's weight. There are no vets nearby and no one to carry me.
The baby stopped eating two days ago and died this morning. I asked the people who owned this place if they would tell me where to bury it, help me to dig a hole, or how they wanted to take care of it. Where I come from, you don't leave dead animals around to rot. Even in the country and on the roads, at least animal control would come by and pick up the dead animals and dispose of them.
No one seemed to care. I spoke to my landlords, my neighbors, and never received a reply. This afternoon while they were doing whatever they had on their agenda, I went and buried this poor kitten.
No one helped. There were two men nearby that I had asked, and not once was I told that they would take care of it. I went back out into the heat of the day, grabbed the shovel, went behind a building and near a tree and struck the ground to see if I could get the shovel into it. Slowly, inch by inch, layer by layer, I made a circle and broke some roots as I did my best to pull up some dirt. I kept at it until the hole looked big enough. Then I picked up the plastic bag that I had the animal inside of and placed it in the ground. I carefully covered it up and placed a large concrete block on top of the mound hoping that the dogs could not dig it up.
I'm not used to being ignored when I ask someone to do something for me. Especially when it is something that I feel a man could help with. It made me even sadder to think about the animals in this world where people have no compassion nor empathy.
I hope others will become more sensitive and aware of the animal's plight as well as the emotions of others who care for them.
Her kitten was severely injured somehow. I have not found the source nor figured out how. It was filled out and looked healthy, and then it showed up limping along like a drunken pirate leaning to one side, barely able to move forward. It could have been a dog or a snake that harmed it. I'll never know. The poor thing looked like it's belly went to his chest and there was no longer any stomach where it should be. It was breathing too hard and fast. There was no blood anywhere, and I could not find any puncture wounds nor bite marks.
For awhile, it seemed as if it would recover. I gave it antibiotics and monitored it closely. Last week, it wasn't breathing as well and was losing the remainder of it's weight. There are no vets nearby and no one to carry me.
The baby stopped eating two days ago and died this morning. I asked the people who owned this place if they would tell me where to bury it, help me to dig a hole, or how they wanted to take care of it. Where I come from, you don't leave dead animals around to rot. Even in the country and on the roads, at least animal control would come by and pick up the dead animals and dispose of them.
No one seemed to care. I spoke to my landlords, my neighbors, and never received a reply. This afternoon while they were doing whatever they had on their agenda, I went and buried this poor kitten.
No one helped. There were two men nearby that I had asked, and not once was I told that they would take care of it. I went back out into the heat of the day, grabbed the shovel, went behind a building and near a tree and struck the ground to see if I could get the shovel into it. Slowly, inch by inch, layer by layer, I made a circle and broke some roots as I did my best to pull up some dirt. I kept at it until the hole looked big enough. Then I picked up the plastic bag that I had the animal inside of and placed it in the ground. I carefully covered it up and placed a large concrete block on top of the mound hoping that the dogs could not dig it up.
I'm not used to being ignored when I ask someone to do something for me. Especially when it is something that I feel a man could help with. It made me even sadder to think about the animals in this world where people have no compassion nor empathy.
I hope others will become more sensitive and aware of the animal's plight as well as the emotions of others who care for them.
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