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Caor decided that as sorry sights went, a wet phoenix ranked pretty high. The specimen on his windowsill was soaked so badly its feathers had turned black, and puffed up to wait out the rain. The metal capsule on one long leg identified it as a messenger bird, and the fact that it had been employed during the rainy season identified its owner as someone with more pride than sense.

After spilling a handful of grains next to his uninvited guest, Caor went to the serious business of speculating who might have sent this bird to whom, and what it might be carrying. Deciding that it might be profitable to know, he caught the bird – who twisted its neck to continue eating, must have been underway a while – and removed the capsule. Deciding that trapping the bird in a basket was a bad idea, since, once dry, it might set the reed on fire to escape, he turned his full attention to the scroll. It was blank on both sides. Puzzling.

It could be an error. Or a very, very bad sign.

Caor put it back exactly as he thought it had been and performed a simple ritual that he hoped would erase any soul-trace of him opening the capsule.

The phoenix, now fuller and more happily tired, nipped him in protest about being grabbed again, but the capsule went back without issue. He left the bird to fluff up and preen indignantly. It showed some bright, dry down between the still dark contour feathers.

Caor left it alone as it steamed and slowly turned orange, hoping the rain would end soon.

Six months’ worth. I keep putting off sending them to the zoo to ask if I may upload them.

Part two of the whole “catch up with posting images” thing: Photos taken outside of zoos between January and May.

Birdwatching turned out a lot more interesting than he had expected, when Eric noticed a thrush with an aviator helmet and goggles. He watched it attack a model plane that was being flown on the nearby “miniature airfield”. Getting the attention of his parents took so long that the bird brought the plane down meanwhile.
Eric was sorely disappointed they did not even consider going to find the owner of the model plane and ask what they had seen, but dismissed what he said out of hand. As a result, he resolved to save up for a really good camera.

I did (and posted, here) the first page back in October, but now that I finally completed it, I decided to upload both as one file. Since it’s pretty big, click below to view it:
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Another year’s over. I don’t feel like writing up a detailed look back on my year. I feel like I’m growing, but slowly. I think during the last month I did a lot to get out of my chronic habit of putting things off, at least as far as housework is concerned, but I need to get that to grow and include all aspects of my life. One other thing I need to work on is deciding what to pursue and what to let drop.

Right now I feel more focused ont he future than the past, and I think that’d be a good thing to keep up.

Have some links instead:
Celebrate what’s right with the world, a video that might make you feel all warm and fuzzy. I loved the last story.

Some images found on deviantart:

Incidentally, this is the 100th post published on this blog. Nice timing, entirely unplanned.

Dragon wings tend to be more or less bat-based, but photos of bats in flight tend to be rarer than ones of birds in flight, making studies a bit more difficult.

For birds I recommend the deviantart account of Cheryl Moore, where you can find a great number of photos of birds in flight – most of them white birds, meaning there is no pattern on the feathers distracting from the shape.

As for bats, during the last week some photos of bats drinking from a pond in flight went through the bits of blogosphere I watch. Looking up Kim Taylor brought up Warren Photographic, which has more (albeit smaller) photos of bats in flight.

On Deviantart I found one compact tutorial on bat wings by cactusart.

The wing tutorial by Kandice Zimbleman-Wang may be a bit weird on the formatting and spelling side, but content-wise I find it very helpful.

For the sake of completeness and comparison, you could look at pterosaurs wings, too. (What intersts me more after a bit of poking around wikipedia are the various head shapes, though. Fascinating.)

These are some photos I found on deviantArt and liked:

Last Monday was the last day of a two-weeks-straight frost spell, and I had a look around outside.

Frost itself can be stupendously pretty when you get up close:

Those were taken at the edges of the university parking lot. Since that one is pretty close to the Moselle, and since I’d heard that this not unimportant water-street had been closed for ships due to ice, I went and had a look. I stuck around for a short while, and saw an icebreaker pass through to push the floes around.

I can hardly believe it. Never seen anything like that before. Just for comparison I took some photos the day before yesterday, and yesterday as well:

And I got lucky in another way. I not only saw a kingfisher, but I even caught a photo! The photo’s not good, but here it is, anyway

On the way home I decided to have a look at the Wied, a small river – I don’t think anything bigger than a kayak goes there.

Excluding a few spots, it was frozen solid. Two people were ice skating – ON THE RIVER, I TELL YOU! I’ve never seen a river completely frozen before. And, well, while I don’t even have ice skates, I did take a walk. It did turn out a nice day for birdspotting here, too.

Around the edges I found some more wonderful ice and frost structures. I couldn’t really capture any properly… They were so amazing. You could see the water had been higher when the first layer of ice formed, then ther was another layer underneath that formed with lower water, and the structures that formed between, and the air bubbles, and the light, and the frost growing on the edges. Breathtakingly beautiful.

Nature is fucking amazing.

Poor Cats.

Mice strike back!

This looks relatively harmless:

This was more serious and sad.

Birds, too!

another one
another two

Starting with the young ones

And then the cats’ humans get crazy ideas…

Mind you, that’s not limited to cats, but happens to dogs, too

Though this one may escape: fluffy, white, canine – but not a pomeranian