Spring Snow March 21, 2018

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Sunny daffodils

Nod in disapproval of

Winter’s last show-off.

Art Prescription: Big fat snowflakes fell much of the morning. Pretty, but it did not stick.

A good day to walk and listen to the birds. They seem to ignore the weather and go on about their nesting business.

I’ve finished my cacti pair, maybe. Your thoughts?

Sudan the Rhino March 20, 2018

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Now gone forever

Sudan, Northern White Rhino

Can’t change forever.

Today’s post is in honor of Sudan and my art kids who are on a mission to save endangered species with art. I’m selling an art print done by one of the kids in my Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/listing/588126310/sudan-the-last-male-northern-white-rhino?ref=shop_home_active_1 and will donate 100% of the proceeds after cost of printing to Earth Rangers https://earthrangersweb.weebly.com conservation efforts.

The world’s last surviving male northern white rhino has died after months of poor health, his carers say.

Sudan, who was 45, lived at the Ol Pejeta Conservancy in Kenya. He was put to sleep on Monday after age-related complications worsened significantly.

His death leaves only two females – his daughter and granddaughter – of the subspecies alive in the world.

Hope for preserving the northern white rhino now lies in developing in vitro fertilisation (IVF) techniques.

“His death is a cruel symbol of human disregard for nature and it saddened everyone who knew him,” said Jan Stejskal, an official at Dvur Kralove Zoo in the Czech Republic, where Sudan had lived until 2009.

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Photo Friday March 16, 2018

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Hey you, it’s my hay

Pecking order in horse world

Body language rules.

Art Prescription: So there is a clear pecking order in a horse herd. There is an alpha horse, beta, and omega. In the wild it’s usually a mare who keeps the herd safe.

Horses are gentle creatures by nature and usually communicate with body language, ears laid back. Seldom does it escalate to more. Everyone knows their place.

Here is my horse Finn moving his paddock mate off of “his” hay.

Once he got his way he was happy to graze. She will move to another fresh pile.