“We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt,
neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.” — Pablo Neruda
“What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!”
— Henry Austin Dobson
I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it... I always want to see the third dimension of something... I want to come alive with the object. — Andrew Wyeth
“The hornbills are famous for their habit of immuring their nest. Before mating, the male offers the female a food gift (an insect or a fruit). The nest is usually made in a tree hole. Manipulating her bill like a trowel, the female uses clay and her own dejections to wall the entrance into the nest, inside of which she remains a prisoner. The male consolidates this “prison” on the exterior. This way, the nesting female is protected against monkeys, squirrels, martins or snakes. The female and the chicks are fed by the male with fruits, lizards, insects and frogs up to 10 times per hour. The male can bring up to 60 fruits at once, that he later regurgitates for the female. During the whole period of nesting, the male can bring up to 24,000 fruits for the female.
In order to not impede the growth of the chicks, the female inside the nest keeps her tail raised. When the chicks are well developed (at 6-7 weeks after hatching), the female breaks the entrance and starts helping the male in feeding the young. The entrance is walled back and will continue to remain so for the following 45-86 days, as long as caring for the chicks lasts.
The male molts successively, being always able to fly, while the female molts completely, while closed inside the nest. Large hornbills live up to 30 years.
The male communicates with the females found inside the nest via the noise made by their beating wing. The noise resembles the hiss of a steam engine, due to a special structure of the plumage that allows the sudden entrance of the air.” [source] 🍃
“Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.” — Henry David Thoreau
The only way to save a rhinoceros is to save the environment in which it lives, because there's a mutual dependency between it and millions of other species of both animals and plants. -- David Attenborough
“By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers,
as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.” — Robert A. Heinlein
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
“Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.”
— James Thurber
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