Celebrate by viewing Mr.YipYop’s lovely pigeon portraits.
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h/t on the special day to Reid and h/t for the portraits to @strangehours via tweet.
Celebrate by viewing Mr.YipYop’s lovely pigeon portraits.
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h/t on the special day to Reid and h/t for the portraits to @strangehours via tweet.
I’m starting to get ready for a weekend trip the Designer and I are taking to the North American Amphibian Conference. As if to spur me on, peakay posted plates from the ‘Metamorphosibus Insectorum Surinamensium’.
Here’s a detail (the canonical birdeater) from a handcolored plate in an edition he links to – click to see the whole thing.
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I’m going to try a little moblogging from the road, but having fun at the conference is the first priority, so it may be Sunday or Monday before things start to appear here or on my Flickrsteam.
Blackflies in my eyes
Ovenbird – teacher, teacher
Where’s the freaking nest?
Lots of big rocks (it being New England and all).
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Slice. That’s my thumb print in the lower right – I was checking freshness. Very fresh.
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A nest. Either last year’s or (more likely, we think) a first attempt this year.
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Found the remains of three grouse kills, some fresh poop, but no active goshawk nest. It was a good morning in the woods, anyhoo.
So off we went yesterday. The weather left something to be desired – raw and in the 40s with occasional showers, but at least it wasn’t pouring. Kurzhaars (and shorthairs) of all ages were there – old men like Boone, with grizzled faces and creaky joints, and pups meeting their new families. The Derby test as conducted yesterday had 3 phases – gun sensitivity, search and pointing. The dogs were cast off individually – as they burned off some steam on the initial run-out, a shotgun was fired twice. Dog, handler and judges continued on and searched for about 15 – 20 minutes; as this was going on, birds were planted in the 1st field. As the testing party returned to the start, pointing instinct and use of nose was evaluated. When it was all over the pups were raring for more and the handlers were typically ready to collapse from adrenaline aftershock (I know I was – and Dinah barely had the edge worn off).
After everyone had run, and after the Wesen test, the club conducted a Zuchtschau – a conformation evaluation. Dogs and bitches were looked at separately; the format – everyone trots their pup around the ring together, dogs are then looked at individually, then all are looked at as a group again, with the judge determining placement – should be familiar to anyone who’s seen a dog show on teevee with one crucial exception – every animal in the ring gets rated.
I took some pictures, but was too busy to do the event justice. The pictures I did take are puppy-heavy – blame the cute factor and the blur component (imagine a bunch of year old kurzhaars + quail + new people – not a lot of lounging was done). The Flickrset is here.
Mystery handler experiencing puppy-induced kensho.
It was a very good day for Dinah and me – a Prize I in the Derby (4’s in all categories except use of nose – that was a 4H – I’m told a 4H earns us a special pin), and an SG1 in the Zuchtshau (SG is as high as juveniles can be rated – the 1 indicates that the judge liked her the best). Woo-hoo! On to a NAVHDA Natural Ability test in September and maybe Solms in the fall too (if not, then AZP next year). And – of course – the reason any of this means anything – the grouse woods will be seeing a lot of Dinah and Janey – and a bit of Boone – come October.
In a recent email exchange, Steve turned me on to a great little phrase. I’d been going on about one of my favorite moments with pointing dogs – it happens once per dog and is that instant when instinct/breeding kicks in.
Me:
I love the moment the light bulb goes on. One minute the puppy is busting birds, blundering around, then you can see her get a nose full of scent, the switch gets flipped and bang! she locks up.
It is a fraught moment – an instant of ‘fit’ when the element that is the pup finds her way into the hunting partnership with a nearly audible click.
Steve:
“Moment the light bulb goes on”: called “turning wicked” by Brit longdoggers.
Now I know what to call it – repurposing the phrase isn’t too big a sin. As a bit of penance, a picture of a British gazehound from a Flickr contact. If you look at Ameerah’s face, you’ll see intense focus – she’s waiting – knows her business.
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Saluqihounds says, “Our dog point all the time whether its to tell us there are in a particular rabbit warren or something is in a bush etc. Some, Ameerah in particular will point in a fashion whilst stalking game in open ground.”
I’d heard about the Fenway-nesting Red Tail that whacked a schoolgirl yesterday (thanks, s!), but I didn’t realize until this morning that: the poor girl’s name is Alexa Rodriguez, she’s 13 (A-Rod’s number) and that it was caught on camera. Alexa was with a school group from Bristol, Connecticut – near the notional border of sox nation. Hmmmm.
Via Chas, we learn that PETA is using the hack lawyer stick on Gina Spadafori for posting that PETA killed 97% of the animals that they took in to their Norfolk facility in 2006. At issue? Not the number, but whether those animals were “in search of homes”. According to PETA, these animals were unadoptable. Sorry – doesn’t pass the smell test. Patrick suggests that the PETA death center in Norfolk VA be relicensed by the Commonwealth as a slaughterhouse – makes sense to me.
Enceladus – en-sell’-ah-dus
I look these things up so you don’t have to (OK, OK – you already knew – let me maintain what little dignity I have left *grin*).
03.26.08– NASA’s Cassini spacecraft tasted and sampled a surprising organic brew erupting in geyser-like fashion from Saturn’s moon Enceladus during a close flyby on March 12. *
For life to persist once it has been established requires an environment of liquid water, the essential elements and nutrients, and an energy source. At Enceladus, we have evidence for liquid water, but we don’t know its origin. We have observed simple organic chemicals there, and the March 12 close flyby indicates there are some complex organic chemicals, as well. An energy source of some sort is producing geysers. As Cassini’s exploration continues, we’re seeking to bring together more pieces of this intriguing puzzle. * (via Bruce Sterling)
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Enough to make a biophile like yrs truly do a little jig of delight.
Extending a couple blog-thematic elements:
Flowers as naughty bits (click to embiggen and read the little strip underneath – “The Tender Guy”).
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All hail our robot overlor protectors! (ht/ Danger Room)
All are worth clicking through to (if you haven’t already read them, of course).