My best girl, Roxanne, died on the 12/17 at the age of 14 ½. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything then, but I’m feeling better about her passing. She was a great dog. My little sister. Brat extraordinaire. She loved everyone and got to travel and experience so much. I’ll miss her terribly, but I know she had a great life with me and my parents and her doggy siblings.
was heading home through a residential area when I heard a bird sound I didn’t recognise. I almost left because of the bad visibility (bright white sky behind a tree) and bc it was towards a house (I always worry about weirding people out with my zoom lens camera pointed near a house) , but I couldn’t shake it. I wanted to know what it was! So I pulled up the merlin app and tried the sound ID, which worked for the first time :D It identified the sound as a merlin, which shocked me bc I thought it would be a much smaller bird. Once I knew it was a larger bird it was surprisingly easy to spot its silhouette, and once I looked through my camera I saw that it was eating!! double lucky!!
(warning for animal death ahead)
I got to watch it pluck the bird (you can see the feathers flying away in the first pic) and then eat it, and then it was gone a lot faster than I would expect.
[ID: a doodle depicting two people, labelled “me” and “dad,” hunched over in a basement, the ceiling of which is labelled “4 foot high ceiling.” i am wearing protective clothing and pulling insulation, labelled “old decrepit insulation,” from the ceiling into a bag labelled “enormous garbage bag of decrepit insulation.” my dad is shoving concrete, labelled “fistful of concrete,” into the wall, labelled “wall full of holes,” and saying “everythings comin up milhouse.” on the ceiling is a cave cricket, labelled “cave cricket,” and on the floor is a dead rat, labelled “dead rat,” as well as a light just laying there labelled “light source.”]
Me & Dad Solving Pest Problems In Our Awful Basement That We Hate
This one is based on one of my all-time favorite photos of a deer carrying the decomposing head of a combatant who died locked in his antlers. Nature’s hardcore y’all.
Also available on Instagram, as well as new work I haven’t scanned yet!
Ruthless hunters of Kabini, Indian Wild Dogs Dholes having a Sunday feast from behind the lens of #wildographer @awildlens ・・・ Defo #worthafollow * #Wildography #wildlifeofindia #wildlifephotography #awildlens #indianwildlifeofficial #wildkarnataka #wildlifeindia https://www.instagram.com/p/B5QWQWag00A/?igshid=lc7shyr8kffy
Often scavengers dont have enough time to do more than the face before it gets washed up on the beach, which is what makes this so common.
I wonder if sea faring cultures or specific professions like pirates or sailors would see this more and represent it more in either their mythology or oral traditions.
