A wee little walker for a special needs duckling. Meet Frankie, the little duck that could! Brought to you by the amazing staff at the special needs department of Texas School for the Deaf.  Our science teacher, Connie Pottersnak, brought in live duck eggs in an incubator so that her students could witness the ducks hatch. When Frankie hatched, he couldn’t sit up without falling over. Once he fell over, he could not move himself back into an upright position.  The occupational and physical therapy department created a walker for Frankie. IT WORKED! Now, Frankie can flip himself into an upright position when he tips over.  

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Genius!

Meet Ronan, a 3-year-old sea lion that loves disco and the Backstreet Boys, and is the first non-human mammal able to keep the beat to music

Previously, birds like parrots (like this parrot, and this parrot, and this parrot, and these parrots) were the prime head-bobbers of nature. And it’s not tied to vocals, like the way that parrots mimic human speech (since sea lions don’t do that). It seems like rhythm is a natural part of biology.

So next time you move, feel the beat in your evolution, man.

(via The Two-Way : NPR)

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architectureofdoom:
A bear sits alone in a pit in an utterly depressing Kaliningrad zoo. 2001, by Peter Marlow

This makes me tear up.

architectureofdoom:

A bear sits alone in a pit in an utterly depressing Kaliningrad zoo. 2001, by Peter Marlow

This makes me tear up.

(Source: rajvagyok, via deszczowe-dni)

So, I came upon these little guys in a church parking lot when I was out walking this morning. They weren’t together when I found them, I originally thought there was only one. When I took this photo, I had already corralled them toward each other, since I thought they could use each other for warmth. They were shivering and moving very slow, crawling around making little noises. I looked for a mother or siblings but found none in the immediate area. I decided to bring them home and call wildlife rescue. I put them in my shirt pocket and they immediately curled up and went to sleep on the walk home.
When I got home, I found a box and put a heating pad in the bottom. Then I carefully removed my shirt, with the babies still in the pocket, and gently laid it on top of the pad. I called Austin Wildlife Rescue’s hotline and spoke to a young woman who immediately asked me how big the possums were, from the tips of their tails to the ends of their noses — and I guessed about six inches. They were just a little bit bigger than mice. She said, “Oh, they’re big enough to take care of themselves now. You can let them go. Or if you don’t feel comfortable doing that, you can bring them here.” She also said they’d probably only recently fallen from their mother and even though they were moving slowly now, in a couple of days they’d be scampering around. “They already know everything they need to survive.”
I asked her if I had to take them back to the parking lot or if I could take them to a more secluded, wooded area and was told that would be fine, I could take them to another spot. I thanked her for her help.
It was still cool and windy outside so I decided to let the possums sleep for a while. A few hours later, after it had warmed up a bit, I took the box out into the woods behind where I live. I found a sunny area near a log and opened the box. They were both lying on top of my shirt looking up at me. They looked pretty comfy, like they had no interest in leaving their new bed, so I picked them up one by one and set them on the log. And I watched one take off into a pile of brush and the other one crawl into the log.
In retrospect, I wish I’d dressed them up in doll clothes and taken pictures.

So, I came upon these little guys in a church parking lot when I was out walking this morning. They weren’t together when I found them, I originally thought there was only one. When I took this photo, I had already corralled them toward each other, since I thought they could use each other for warmth. They were shivering and moving very slow, crawling around making little noises. I looked for a mother or siblings but found none in the immediate area. I decided to bring them home and call wildlife rescue. I put them in my shirt pocket and they immediately curled up and went to sleep on the walk home.

When I got home, I found a box and put a heating pad in the bottom. Then I carefully removed my shirt, with the babies still in the pocket, and gently laid it on top of the pad. I called Austin Wildlife Rescue’s hotline and spoke to a young woman who immediately asked me how big the possums were, from the tips of their tails to the ends of their noses — and I guessed about six inches. They were just a little bit bigger than mice. She said, “Oh, they’re big enough to take care of themselves now. You can let them go. Or if you don’t feel comfortable doing that, you can bring them here.” She also said they’d probably only recently fallen from their mother and even though they were moving slowly now, in a couple of days they’d be scampering around. “They already know everything they need to survive.”

I asked her if I had to take them back to the parking lot or if I could take them to a more secluded, wooded area and was told that would be fine, I could take them to another spot. I thanked her for her help.

It was still cool and windy outside so I decided to let the possums sleep for a while. A few hours later, after it had warmed up a bit, I took the box out into the woods behind where I live. I found a sunny area near a log and opened the box. They were both lying on top of my shirt looking up at me. They looked pretty comfy, like they had no interest in leaving their new bed, so I picked them up one by one and set them on the log. And I watched one take off into a pile of brush and the other one crawl into the log.

In retrospect, I wish I’d dressed them up in doll clothes and taken pictures.

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He seems delighted with himself, albeit a bit stuck.

First there was one…

First there was one…

In my pocket right now!

In my pocket right now!


“A pink horse rests ahead of its appearance in a cavalry event in honour of the Prince of Wales and Duchess’s of Cornwall’s visit on the eighth day of a tour of the Middle East in Muscat, Oman on March 18, 2013. The Royal couple are on the fourth and final leg of a tour, taking in Jordan, Qatar, Saudia Arabia and Oman. By Chris Jackson/Getty Images”

“A pink horse rests ahead of its appearance in a cavalry event in honour of the Prince of Wales and Duchess’s of Cornwall’s visit on the eighth day of a tour of the Middle East in Muscat, Oman on March 18, 2013. The Royal couple are on the fourth and final leg of a tour, taking in Jordan, Qatar, Saudia Arabia and Oman. By Chris Jackson/Getty Images”

(Source: dish.andrewsullivan.com)

Might as well go all the way with it.

Might as well go all the way with it.

Oh, this is perfect. Casper does look like a little deer.

Oh, this is perfect. Casper does look like a little deer.

(Source: westwhim.com)

Helicopter BLOWS deer to safety after it gets stranded on treacherous ice in frozen Canadian harbour

When a deer and her fawn were trapped on the thin ice of a frozen harbour in Canada, rescue workers decided it was too risky to go out and help the stricken animal.

The mother was exhausted after hauling itself out of the freezing water of Antigonish Harbour in Nova Scotia after repeatedly crashing through the ice and could not even stand up on the treacherous surface.

Not wanting to leave the deer and its offspring to their fate, a skilled helicopter pilot hit on an ingenious solution - blow the deer to shore using the downdraft from his helicopter’s rotors.

Ian Waugh, a retired biologist from Alberta, says he spotted the deer struggling on the ice last month and reported it to the Department for Natural Resources (DNR), which decided it was too risky to rescue the animal on foot.

‘It caught my eye that the female was down on the ice and every time she tried to get up, she would fall back down and she was splayed out,’ he told CTV.

A few hours later, Waugh spotted a DNR helicopter near the mother and the alarmed fawn ran to shore as the chopper descended. He was amazed by what happened next.

‘The wash, because the ice was so smooth, the wash was so powerful that it actually started to push the deer,’ says Waugh, who recorded the incredible rescue on camera.

At first the terrified animal struggled, but as it realised it was moving towards safety it stopped struggling and allowed itself to be blown along.

Once it hit dry land, a DNR officer and the pilot helped it to its feet and sent it on its way.

Waugh later saw the deer and her fawn reunited in the woods.

He said: ‘It was just brilliant. It was a solution exactly tailored to the situation.’


mayeko:
Socially awkward penguin in action.
viewparadise:
SHIT SHIT SHIT I FUCKED IT UP SHUT DOWN EVERYTHING.

mayeko:

Socially awkward penguin in action.

viewparadise:

SHIT SHIT SHIT I FUCKED IT UP SHUT DOWN EVERYTHING.

(Source: cineraria)

Tim Chapman / Getty Images
Flamingos take refuge in a bathroom at Miami-Metro Zoo, Sept. 14, 1999 as tropical-storm force winds from Hurricane Floyd approached the Miami area.
What a great photo. It should be a painting. Is it a painting? It should be a painting.

Tim Chapman / Getty Images

Flamingos take refuge in a bathroom at Miami-Metro Zoo, Sept. 14, 1999 as tropical-storm force winds from Hurricane Floyd approached the Miami area.

What a great photo. It should be a painting. Is it a painting? It should be a painting.

(Source: TIME)

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