Accompanied with stunned look and all.
Accompanied with stunned look and all.
Two men. Hitchhiking from Vancouver to Yukon. They traveled over 4,000 miles to the land of icebergs and grizzly bears. This clip reminded me of quote in a post by makebelieveboutique.com:
Infinite nature, which is boundless Spirit, unutterable, not intelligible, outside of all imagination, beyond all essence, unnameable, known only to the heart.
~ Robert Fludd
“Joel Sartore is a photographer for the National Geographic. He will take 30,000 photos in a year to come up with three or four keeper photos. Sartore has also been working on a 20-year protect called The Photo Ark, taking studio-style photos of animals to document biodiversity and call attention to endangered species. ‘The goal is for people to look these species in the eye and get them to care while there’s still time,’ said Sartore, described as a modern-day Noah. He has photographed more than 2,650 species and he believes ‘for many of Earth’s creatures, time is running out. Half of the world’s plant and animal species will soon be threatened with extinction.’ Sartore believes he’ll have 5,000 to 6,000 photos of animals in The Photo Ark by the time he’s finished.” Inspirational “Charles Kuralt” Sunday Morning-like clip.
Good Sunday Morning.
Two youtube videos back to back. Blogger taboo. Yet this. This. I couldn’t resist. Still laughing.
“When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing a stick: every time a stick is thrown, you run after it. Instead, be like a lion who, rather than chasing after the stick, turns to face the thrower. One only throws a stick at a lion once.”
“Milarepa (1052-1135) was a great Tibetan Yogi who lived an austere life on the bare hillsides of the Himalayas, eking out an existence on donations and the few plants — principally nettles — that grow in that harsh environment. His name means “The Cotton-Clad One,” and he generally wore just a thin sheet, using the heat generated by meditation practices to keep the fierce Tibetan cold at bay.”
cab·in fe·ver: Irritability, listlessness, and similar symptoms results from long confinement or isolation indoors during the winter.
32F yesterday with chilling winds. Spring can show up any time so we can frolic around like Dairy Cows in Holland. I’ve been around cows. I’ve never seen this before. Here’s 30 seconds of happy (very) wrapped in U2′s “It’s a Beautiful Day.”
“We must be silent before we can listen. We must listen before we can learn. We must learn before we can prepare. We must prepare before we can serve. We must serve before we can lead.”
“Mohammad Azmi, a 55-year-old former contractor, has dedicated his life to rescuing stray dogs and cats, despite living in a country (Malaysia) where dogs are considered taboo and filthy…However for Mohammad Azmi, who is fondly known as Pak Mie, his love for these animals is unconditional, as he, with the help from his wife, splurge their savings on the stray animals by providing a shelter, food and medication on daily basis, apart getting donations from concerned citizens… This also means that they have to lead a simple life; so simple that they sleep in the car parked outside the shelter that they built just to make sure that no one harms the animals during the night. Although Pak Mie knows that he will never get anything in return by sacrificing his normal life, he is hopeful that he will continue to do so until his last breath.”
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
~ Mahatma Gandhi
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Source: Thank you headlikeanorange
Many ask: What are the secrets of success? I say:
This little guy is a quick study. He nabs all three in one. 24 seconds of guaranteed smile. And if I could silence the play-by-play, I would…:)
Source: Thank you Rachel for sharing.
Flight to Costa Rica: $915.00
4 nights lodging: $405.00
Time with a Sloth: Priceless
Source: Head Like An Orange
Bet this makes you smile and keeps you smiling. Happy Friday…
Zeke, our four-year old Vizsla, has excellent hearing and smell. But not for the bird hunting discipline that he was bred for – - but for California Blue Diamond Smokehouse Almonds. From a room away, he can hear a 1/2 turn on the top of the plastic Almond container. If he’s outside and comes inside, his nose goes 911 when he sniffs a whiff of a single nut.
Zeke and I have a routine each night. He waits for Dad’s snack time before bed time when Dad and Zeke share a heaping handful of almonds. Most days, it’s one for Zeke, one for Dad, one for Zeke, one for Dad. (OK, sometimes Dad cheats on the allocation when Zeke isn’t looking. OK, OK, more than sometimes.)
Zeke wolfs down his Almond without breaking his eye lock with Dad. No chewing. Straight down the gullet. 1 Almond. 2 Almonds. 3 Almonds. Same pattern. He gives me the same desperate look that he might miss out on his share if he breaks his stare. (Those eyes are telling me that he knows that I’m cheating him out of his allocation.)
I proceed to tell him that “maybe you should chew your almonds and enjoy them rather than just scarfing them down without tasting them – maybe you won’t keep begging for more.” (I’m no different that you other dog owners. I believe he understands me but he just doesn’t want to cooperate.)
Source: bradybrereton via a-n-i-m-a-l-p-l-a-n-e-t. The Blue-footed Booby is a long winged tropical seabird found in subtropical islands off the Pacific Ocean, the Galapagos Islands and Ecuador. They have excellent binocular vision. The Blue-footed Booby has permanently closed nostrils made for diving. They breathe through the corners of their mouths. Their feet range from a pale turquoise to a deep aquamarine.
We had roosters…but nothing like this!
Kickin’ off Hump Day with Fleetwood Mac and “The Chain” and several of my favorite posts of the week…
Kurt Harden @ Cultural Offering with his post “In Praise of Life.”
Here is the thing about life: From the moment you are ejected out of your mother’s womb, it is coming for you. Life is unrelenting. It is experiential. Smells, sounds, sights and senses constantly bombarding you. A fire hose dousing you every single moment of every single day. At some point we get to decide: Are we going to manage life or are we going to be managed by it. Is this the most basic decision we make? …If I think to the most important decision I have ever made it has been this one: Swim versus tread water. One decision demands thought and action, another buoyancy.
Sarah Potter @ sarahpotterwrites:
“Plenty of things are conspiring to stop me, but I refuse to submit.”
My Brother shared an article from the current issue of Men’s Health titled What Your Dog Says About You. “British researchers at Bath Spa University surveyed 1,000 dog owners and found that people pick dog breeds that match their own personality – - because we subconsciously gravitate towards dogs who share our own temperament.”
And lo and beyond, as I hit the link and scanned the article, there’s a picture of our breed, a Vizsla. Almost a spitting image of Zeke. Research landed squarely on the perfect “Friendly and Agreeable” personality profile match to Susan (my wife). So, what’s up? How about me? Where’s the personality profile for the “Introverted and Disagreeable?”
If you’re: Friendly and agreeable
The dog for you: Viszla
A Hungarian breed, Viszlas are more sleek than labs, and energetic without being aggressive. “They’re comfortable around both people and other dogs, so they’re perfect if you want to take your dog to an outdoor restaurant or a cafe,” says Vargas. Also consider: Cocker spaniels (or any variety of spaniel), Spanish water dog
They even have a quiz to help you pick which dog is right for you. (Link to Quiz). I took the quiz (a cool quiz by the way) – and the quiz recommended that the dog I should own is a Great Dane. Crazy! (Or maybe this says something about my personality. More frightening.)
Image Credit: Thank you headlikeanorange
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Source: fairy-wren – little egrets. Photo by John&Fish
A month ago on yet another Sunday, I wrote a post called “I miss Birdie.” Birdie was a fixture on my shoulder and my mind on Sundays. Here we are yet again talking about Birdie. (That’s her in the photo on a spring day grazing on our tree in our yard.)
The post received many online and offline comments – - the offline comments coming from my cowardly-lion-friends and some from my family:
I came across this inspiring clip and a series of amazing posts by Marion @ Figments of a Dutchess. (I burned out the “LIKE” button). I encourage you to check out her blog when you have a moment.
WWF was founded in 1961 and has grown into one of the world’s largest and most respected independent conservation organizations – supported by 5 million people and active in over 100 countries on five continents. Over this time, WWF’s focus has evolved from localized efforts in favour of single species and individual habitats to an ambitious strategy to preserve biodiversity and achieve sustainable development across the globe. You can read about WWFs 50 years of accomplishments at this link.
Thank you Debra @ Catatonically Speaking
Thank you Irreplaceable
Check out this post and more pics at allaboutlemon.com: White Tigers’ New Mom. Warms your heart…