Thursday Challenge: The greenest green.

Green Bee eaters.

Updated: Green Bee Eaters can be confused with Chestnut Headed Bee Eaters but separable by blue throat and cheeks and elongated central tail feathers. (Source: Om field guides, Birds of India, Krys Kazmierczak)
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue throat and cheek

Can you spot the dew drops in this pictures?
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue throat and cheek

A closer look…
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue throat and cheek

Always in a pair…
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue cheeks and throat

Breakfast time…
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue throat and cheek

Fluffed up – so green you’d think it’s dyed green.
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue throat and cheek

How many can you spot?
Green Bee Eater, elongated central tail feathers, blue throat and cheek

And finally…
Green eyes :)

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Wordless Wednesday!? Why do we love them?

Well not so wordless…

We love them because they are like babies.

Helpless. Trusting. Each with their own personality and imperfections… and ways of communicating that only we can understand.

And when they  sleep like this and shut their eyes tighter when they sense us near them…

Why do you think humans love cats and dogs?

A Dove who wasn’t a rust coloured butterfly ;)

In this post I had posted a shot of a cat stalking a DOVE.

I have to humbly and with great pleasure request all those who saw squirrels, rats, frogs, ‘keys to a brand new Mercedes‘, a clay or an earthen pigeon, a ‘rust coloured butterfly‘, a baby peacock ( :roll: ) and a pigeon to please accept this surprise badge!! You deserve it! ;)

Heh heh Congratulations :lol: :twisted:

Well, the cat was stalking a dove.

Here’s what happened next…

The dove had no plans to fly!

And then …


But the dove remained unaffected.

The dove did not seem to react to yelling and things being thrown his way. It started walking away.

The cat just sat and watched! And the dove walked away!

This is a much closer shot, it walked towards me, refused to fly… my kids reached the park by this time, hoping to chase the cat away, and seeing them, the dove flew away.

Smart dove! …knew who is the most dangerous of all.

I can only guess this cat is like mine, who loves to look at, not just birds, but also bird shadows, sometimes his entire days are spent bird-watching ;) Take a look here.

The same drama was seen on the 10th morning also, this time the Dove made the effort to fly and land just a little away from the cat. And the cat didn’t do anything even when the dove came really close.

Travelling with a cat.

We needed to take our cat, Sher Khan with us to another city. Sher Khan is terrified of new faces. When we have visitors he runs and hides in wardrobes or under blankets. Most relatives and friends have  seen him  only  in photographs.

How does one travel with such a cat?

My husband had once flown with another cat (named Kitten) who had been mildly sedated. Kitten had  struggled to get out of the basket throughout the two hour flight.  It’s possible that sedation caused discomfort. It had taken her a quite a while to settle in our new home.

Sending Sher Khan with cargo might traumatise him. One vet suggested sedation – which had seemed fine – he would sleep in one city and wake up in another.

Our other vet was totally opposed to sedation. He said animals, specially cats under sedation were at risk of hypothermia and death. He picked Sher Khan by the scruff of his neck and gently pushed him into the cat-basket. He covered the basket with a towel, darkened the room and gave the cat some of his favourite food for reassurance. He suggested we put a familiar sheet or toy and add clothes that have our smell to the basket.

The unbelievable lack of scratching and meowing in the darkened cat-basket was impressive. We decided to take this vet’s advice.

Spice Jet allows pets only as cargo and here they insisted the pet be sedated and left with them at their warehouse (or some place like that) two hours before the flight. Kingfisher does not allow pets at all – not in cargo, not in cabin. Air India and Jet Airways allow small pets to travel in the cabin. [Pets such as dogs, cats, household birds can be carried as accompanied registered baggage, other animals must be booked as freight. Some more information here]. We chose Air India because we have travelled with pets with them  before, and found them wonderfully helpful.

Turned out it was a great choice. The final decision about carrying animals on board rests with the Pilot. In case of any problems, our vet had suggested we quote past examples when we/others have travelled with pets. We did that when they said the cat- basket seemed too big.

We were given the last row with the seat between Tejaswee  and me free to place the basket. I had layered the basket with the sweat shirt I had worn all day. The basket was  then covered  with a dark sheet. Sher Khan sat and even slept peacefully :lol: I put my fingers in through the grill, and talked to him. He was fine. He had familiar and reassuring smells and voices around him. And the darkness to reassure that nobody could see him. Sher Khan the Ostrich  :)

Thanks to the guidance of a good vet Sher Khan is now happily exploring his new territories :) (with Gabbar Singh the Lab keeping his distance)

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Ssshhh…

Read posts about Silence; and News about speaking…

I was glad to hear Prime Minister MM Singh see Shashi Tharoor’s statement for what it was – a joke. [Link]

What’s not a joke? …the hypocrisy of Jayanti Natarajan (and others) — in true ‘more loyal than the king’ fashion, they take umbrage where none was intended… I suspect … It is not ‘cattle class’ that bothers them, it is the other phrase: ‘Holy cows’ … they are outraged over the perceived insult to ‘Madam  …. they use the common man’s ostensibly wounded sensibilities as a fig leaf to cover the real reason. (Prem Panicker)

BJP spokesperson Rajiv Pratap Rudy said: “Tharoor has termed economy class in airlines as cattle class. (This reflects) the insensitivity of the minister. This tantamounts to (causing) deep injury to the self-respect and esteem of millions who travel economy class,”

It seems, “…you can kill and be a history-sheeter and no one has any problem with these minor infractions but exercise your right of free speech and make even a cursory remark which may be interpreted as “snide” and then you have to hold your ears and then write on the board 108 times “Gaaye humaare maata hai, humme kuch naheen aata hai”   Sad. (Greatbong)

Shashi Tharoor says sorry in solidarity with all the holy cows, “i now realize i should not assume people will appreciate humour and you shouldn’t give those who would  wilfully distort your words an opportunity to do so” (Vikas Gupta)

Say nothing.

Do nothing either. But say nothing.

Or do wrong. But say nothing.

If you say nothing you can say nothing objectionable.

:roll:

On a lighter note, silence is also something the Handsomest Cat in the World can do with.

Handsomest cat in the world

The Handsomest Cat in the World is oblivious to the competition he has got on another blog. [Click to see Guppy Leonardo Licorice Bolt, who he shares the title with!]

This competition is fine.

It’s Competitive-intolerance and  Holier-than-thou speeches (goaded by competition?) that are not entertaining. I am disappointed.

Sibling Revelry

Tried watermarking with Picasa’s latest update, love it :)

… and somewhere inside the house a silly teenager can be heard singing to the tune of Jamaican Farewell (The sibling’s remarks added in bold.)

My heart is down,
My head is turning around
I have to leave a little cat
Everyday at home

But today is Sunday,
It’s our funday
“Hehehe and I suspect,
my cat is gay …”
“Oh please, he’s not YOUR cat, anyway!”
Some love his eyes

Some love his nose,
Some love his bum,
Some his pink pink toes

He is a very cute cat with very big ears
And he’ll stay with us for many many years

He has a long neck
Which he stretches like a bird,
And in his litter box
There is a piece of turd.
(yuck … turd!)

Edited to add : The Dog is also entertained the same way.

And here ‘s the original song :)