The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~John Keats
I’ve decided that for now, I’ve had my tumblr fix. It’s too overwhelming for me! For idle time here, I could be more productive and at the very least write more or scrapbook, but preferably study and go out!!!!! So bye for now
In his five short weeks of life, Orbit hasn’t met many other owls. So he isn’t at all worried that his new best friend doesn’t hoot back. The orphaned chick is perfectly content in the company of the stuffed bird perched next to him and is never far from his side. Orbit, a common barn owl, was given the toy by Lyndsey Wood, his carer at Folly Farm, near Narberth in West Wales. She said: ‘A friend suggested that I find something like a toy owl to stop Orbit feeling lonely. I thought he might try to eat it, but he just cuddles up to it and goes to sleep.’
With feline grace abandoned, Bachhi takes her picture by breaking an infrared beam at an unmanned remote-camera in Bandhavgarh. Sweltering in 120-degree heat, she seeks relief in a pool, despite its fetid brew of rotting leaves and monkey urine.