A brief National Geographic video shows the stalking technique of a jaguar.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
2012 Autumnal Post--A Murmuration of Birds
2011 Autumnal Post--Harvest Moon
2010 Autumnal Post--featuring Parker's photos
Labels: Wildlife Classics
Startling porcine action in Argentina. This account comes from the news site 26noticias.com:
A furious wild boar entered a property in the Lavalle region of Mendoza. It ate part of a horse and kept 14 people under siege until it was finally shot dead by policemen.
The event. . . happened at about 7 am Sunday, July 5. The Subcomisaria de Costa de Araujo issued an emergency call because a "mountain pig" had attacked a horse in the Renzi property in Roca street.
The animal was large and was keeping the family of twelve that lives in the property locked inside their home due to the danger it posed.... Once the police arrived, Anacleto Marquez, a worker in the property, told them that the animal was in the pen area.... The policemen went there and found that it wasn´t a normal pig, but a wild boar with dark hair and "huge tusks,” weighing about 550 pounds.
The animal had attacked and gutted a horse which was still alive while the wild boar ate it, according to the report. It paused to attack people who approached, but returned to eating the horse’s entrails.
The officers realized the danger involved and tried to scare the boar away but it was not intimidated and faced them "as if ready to attack." The two policemen then shot the animal. Only one bullet penetrated its hide. The wounded animal charged at the policemen, who took cover and told the family to stay inside.
Due to the danger being greater by the minute, the policemen decided to shoot it dead. To do so, Officer Arancibia climbed on top of a car, but the animal repeatedly struck at the vehicle with its snout while continuing to feed on the horse.
The family urged the police to kill the wild boar because they feared it would attack their children. Arancibia shot the animal five times at close range.
"The bullets bounced and didn´t have much effect,” said a local newspaper. “The boar was shot again and wounded in a foreleg. Only then did it collapse to the ground. It was assumed to be crippled so the policemen got down from the car and walked towards it to kill it.
“However, suddenly the wild boar jumped up again and attacked the policemen, who ran through a vineyard; one of them shot the animal again and only then did it collapse and die."
My thanks to Croconut for the news tip and the translation.
Readers of The Red Hourglass won’t find this story too shocking. In that book, I discussed these delightful porcine activities, among others:
-Eating livestock—including, in Argentina, domestic rams
-Disemboweling the horses of hunters
-Preying on human travelers
-Scavenging graveyards and battlefield casualties.
Interesting magazine article from Victorian times. The ibexes are wild goats. This one, I presume, is an Alpine ibex or steinbock. The locale is in Switzerland.
I send you an account of an attack by an ibex on a gentleman, which is so opposed to the generally shy habits of the animal that I think it will be interesting to the readers of your paper. A gentleman from Schaffhausen, who had been visiting his wife and child, started to go over the Strelapass to Chur, and was accompanied for a part of the way by his wife and child. Between the Schatzalp and the Strelapass a large ibex suddenly joined the party and went with them some distance to the top of the pass. At last it became bold and came within one or two paces of them. The gentleman attempted to make friends with it by offering it a piece of bread on the point of his stick. The ibex, however, took this for a challenge, reared on its hind legs and attacked its opponent so violently with its horns that he was thrown to the ground. After a long struggle the animal took to flight, but on the gentleman throwing stones after it it turned again. The wife ran as fast as possible to the Schatzalp for help, but meanwhile the battle recommenced, and lasted, with short intervals, for more than an hour. At last a shepherd came to the assistance of the wearied gentleman, who was also slightly injured, and giving the ibex some blows with his knife, put it finally to flight. Shortly afterwards several persons from Davos Platz, whom a message from the Schatzalp had called to help, came up and tried to catch the ibex. They succeeded in frightening it on to a rock, from which, as they supposed, it would not be able to descend. The next day they again attempted the capture. The ibex was quietly grazing on the slopes near the pass, but all efforts to secure it were in vain. Now small and large parties go to the Strelapass every day to see the ibex. Sometimes they have the pleasure of coming rather near to it, but no one seems quite to like the look of it, nor would any one care to meet it alone. We shall have to petition some sportsman to come and shoot it, as it is certainly master of the situation at present. No doubt it has lost its mate, and is at war with the rest of the world.
--from Littell's Living Age magazine, 1881
Thanks to Croconut for sharing this.