Monthly Archives: April 2014

Mysterious snowy-owl migration one of biggest on record

Mysterious snowy-owl migration one of biggest on record

Mysterious snowy-owl migration one of biggest on record

It’s a long way from the Arctic to Bermuda, but scientists think the mass migration
may have been caused by a scarcity in the owls’ main sources of food.

nowy owls — large, fluffy, white birds typically found in the Arctic and rarely seen south
of the Great Lakes — have swooped down upon the eastern United States in greater
numbers than at any time in at least 50 years, one bird expert says.
The owls have been spotted as far south as Bermuda, the Carolinas and Missouri, according to news reports.

This migration of snowy owls southward is called an irruption, and this is the “largest of its kind in recent memory,”
said Kevin McGowan, a bird expert at the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology at Cornell University.

But why are these birds showing up in such large numbers in the Midwest and eastern United States?
Typically, such winter migrations take place when the owls’ food — mainly rodents, such as lemming
— are unavailable. Although nobody knows yet why there are so many snowy owls showing up this
year, it could be due to a crash in these lemming populations, or because the rodents are more difficult
to hunt when there is more snow on the ground, McGowan said. In addition, more snowy owls may have
been born this year compared to in other years, leading to more competition for finite food resources, he said.
But scientists likely won’t know for a while what factor or factors are behind the large irruption this year.

 

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The 2013 National Geographic Photography Contest Winners

The Ice Bear

The Ice Bear

Indian Rhino, Canadian Winter

Indian Rhino, Canadian Winter

Life Along The Polluted River Photo by Andrew Biraj

Life Along The Polluted River
Photo by Andrew Biraj

Long road to daybreak Photo and caption by Adam Tan

Long road to daybreak Photo and caption by Adam Tan

 A woman named Arabic Photo by Maurin Bisig

A woman named Arabic
Photo by Maurin Bisig

Cows And Kites Photo by Andrew Lever

Cows And Kites
Photo by Andrew Lever

Crows Nest

Crows Nest

Flying Egrets

Flying Egrets

Graveyard Photo by Julie Fletcher

Graveyard
Photo by Julie Fletcher

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Dancing in the Rain

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s,arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

 He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone

Would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

 While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

 The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.

 As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

 I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’

 He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’

 I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, ‘That is the kind of love I want in my life.’

 True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

 With all the jokes and fun that is in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you. The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

 I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did

 ‘Life isn’t about how to survive the storm but how to dance in the rain.’

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The world is mine

he world is mine

he world is mine

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Rest in piece

A new business was opening and one of the owner’s friends wanted to send him flowers for the occasion. They arrived at the new business site and the owner read the card, “Rest in Peace.” The owner was angry and called the florist to complain.

After he had told the florist of the obvious mistake and how angry he was, the florist replied, “Sir, I’m really sorry for the mistake, but rather than getting angry, you should imagine this: somewhere, there is a funeral taking place today, and they have flowers with a note saying, “Congratulations on your new location!’”

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Beggar

Excellent video clip of a beggar being able to walk!

 

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The Suitcase

The Suitcase

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Now I have Heard it All

Only in this special country of ours……..

 

 

 A real summons……

Hi

I enjoy working for Eskom so much.  There is never a dull moment.  I need to share this.  The NW team should be aware of this

This is for real.  A citizen sent us a letter in 2009 claiming the following:

1.       He is from the ZCC church and prayed that Eskom be saved from load shedding.

2.       Eskom was saved from load shedding and he now wants to be paid for his services.

3.       He claimed R250m.  He also claimed that if we refuse to pay, he will reverse his prayers.

Needless to say, we refused.  In Dec 2013 we received an envelope from the” sheriff of the Mafikeng High Court”, he went to court to summons Eskom for this amount as compensation for his prayers.

Attached is all the relevant documentation pertaining to this case.

May our year be filled with moments like this that fill our hectic days with smiles.

: Now I have Heard it All Only in South Africa

: Now I have Heard it All
Only in South Africa

Mr N T Modupe 2 NT Modupe 3 NT Modupe 4 20131227142421224

 

 

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Die Hemel het ‘n nommer

 

Die Hemel het ‘n Nommer

Ek wil my ma bel. Ek moet eenvoudig met haar praat. Al is dit net vir drie minute. Ek wil haar stem hoor … ek wil hoor hoe sy vir my sê: ‘My wêreld, is dit jy?

En hoe gaan dit? “ …

Maar ek kan nie my ma bel nie. Want die Hemel het nie ‘n nommer nie. Nie onder die “H’s” in die telefoongids nie ; nie eers in die Geel Bladsye nie – dis verstommend: in hierdie tegnologiese eeu, met knoppies en rekenaars en satelliete, is daar gee direkte lyn Hemel toe nie.

In desperaatheid droom ek een nag, dat ek deurkom Hemel toe.

“Kan ek asseblief met my ma praat?”, vra ek. “Sy is Hettie Ellis – net vir drie minute, asseblief?”

“By watter afdeling is sy?” … vra ‘n sagte stem.

“Afdeling? … Sy… sy is seker by die hekel-en brei afdeling?” Haar hande was nooit stil as sy televisie gekyk het nie, altyd hekel- of brei penne wat saggies, gerusstellend, klik-klik-klik.

Maar die stem sê: “Ons het nie ‘n hekel-of brei afdeling nie. Ons is omgewe van die lig … ons word omvou deur Sy warmte …” Hulle dra dus nie klere nie. Hulle brei nie.

“Probeer asseblief die bak-afdeling? “ Natuurlik, sy sal daar wees. Na haar dood het ek naarstiglik die laaste stukkies beskuit uit die blik gaan haal en dit gevries. Ek sou dit nie kon eet nie … ek moes dit hou – sommer net om na te kyk. Maar die stem sê: “Ons het nie ‘n bak afdeling nie. Ons lewe van die vrugte van die Gees”

Ek bly ‘n rukkie stil. “Probeer asseblief die tuinafdeling? “ Sy was so lief vir die grond, so deel van die aarde … maar die stem antwoord: “ Ons saai nie en ons plant nie. Ons besit reeds die Ewige Saad”

Ek raak desperaat en ek vra:

“Nou watter afdelings is daar dan?”

Die stem is sag en geduldig. “Ons het kore…”

“Kore?” , vra ek, “Ek weet darem nie … sy was nooit juis ‘n voorsanger nie… wat is daar nog?”

Die stem raak nie ongeduldig nie. “Daar is ook hulle wat sit by die voete van die Een wat onderrig.”

“Sit hulle net?”, vra ek nuuskierig. “Ek weet darem nie. Ek het my ma nooit juis sien sit nie”

“Hulle sit en luister na die Stem”

“O! Ja , sy sal dáar wees!”, jubel ek. Ja, ek moes dit mos geweet het!

My ma was ‘n simpatieke, en intense luisteraar. Haar oë, haar gesig, haar hele lyf het altyd saam geluister. “Kan ek met haar praat?”, vra ek opgewonde. “Ek is seker sy sal daar wees!”

“Hulle wat luister, word nie onderbreek nie,” sê die stem baie sag.” Maar as jy wil, kan jy kom saamluister”

Die droom is verby. Maar in die môre, toe ek my stiltetyd hou, onthou ek dit weer. En toe ek kniel, bid ek nie. Ek luister. En ek hoor ‘n stilte vol vrede … en in die vrede is daar troos. En in die troos is daar Sy arms wat my vashou.

En Sy vashou voel soos my ma se lyf … nog beter: volkome.

Ek word bewus van die direkte lyn Hemel toe. Die lyn wat daar was, van die heel begin af. Nog voordat almal so slim geword het. Die lyn wat nooit onderbreek word nie, nooit beset is nie. Die lyn wat verniet is, en waarvoor jy nie eers ‘n rekening hoef te betaal nie. Jy hoef selfs nie eers ‘n nommer te onthou nie.

Want die Hemel is net ‘n stiltetyd, dis net ‘n gebed-ver

Met erkenning aan: Esta Steyn – Saldanha

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