Skip to comments.Word for the Day, FRiday, May 10, 2013 - Predation
Posted on 05/10/2013 4:00:18 AM PDT by tioga
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of Word for the Day.
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
Rise and Shine! Tis the weekend....homework on my desk and then the party begins.
Obamacare predation on taxpayer funds continues, according to today’s news. It’s going to cost millions $$$ just to train people how to sign up.
Are you SERIOUS? I’d stay inside and keep all foodstuffs thoroughly contained.
From Lester’s Logic, “Predation refers to that time before a guy asks a girl for a date and wonders if he should take a bath this week or maybe even buy a tooth brush and try it out.
Lester recommends opening that bottle of Aqua Velva he was given years ago. Splash it on, hoss, no need to shave”.
When I lived in Washington State (1982-1987) my house was remote and my 12 acres of land backed up to 1000 acres of State Forest. I had all kinds of trails through my own woods that I used to explore with my cats and dogs.
I was on the lookout for a spring that I could enlarge to make a pond. The best I could do was a low, marshy spot where fantastic, gigantic leaves grew. The odd thing is that my cats and dogs refused to go there with me. They’d stop dead in their tracks. The dogs would bark and whine, and the cats would climb a nearby tree and yowl.
One day I was back there, poking around, and I discovered a huge footprint — like a dog’s but much larger than my Golden Retriever’s would have been if she had followed me over to he soft spot in the forest floor.
I took my husband to see it and he said not to worry — it probably was a stray dog and the footptint just looked larger because the mud was soft and the print spread out on the edges.
Fast forward about 5 years (1994) and we made a trip back to the old neighborhood. We went to see our former house which had been purchaseed by the State of Washington and turned into the most elegant ranger station in the history of the state. My pasture had been turned into a parking lot, and my trails had been designated on trail maps available as handouts to the public. The most startling change, however, was a huge warning signn: “Beware of Panthers”.
I know that my animals were trying to warn me when I lived there. Listen to your animals. They know more than you think.
Typically, the scavenger turns to predation when he runs out of patience. I overheard the conversation once.
I live in a village with paved roads...the bear came out of my very wet back yard and crossed the road to disappear in the shadows of my neighbors side yard. The road had a bright street light over it...I couldn’t miss the wet paw prints crossing the road. OMG they were HUGE. No panther made those, it was a bear.
A+++ The cost rises daily. We are doomed.
LOL Always a laugh with you. A+++
OK, so when it’s not garbage night and the last of the idiots take down their bird feeders he will be after me? A++
Black bears are not carnivores, so I doubt he’ll be looking to eat you.
Sure would be nice to carry a big firearm, just in case.
The liberals practice predation
On winners, increasing taxation
“It’s better to lose
More programs to choose”
Destroying all pride in our nation
This is one of the guys running for mayor of Pittsburgh. Seriously.
They are subject to predation.
I wasn’t suggesting that it was a panther, just that danger lurks in unexpected places. Where I lived in Washington State, we watched for bear that came marauding through from time to time — never panthers. One of my neighbors lost half a dozen sheep one spring. That was blamed on bear, but who knows?
Until my eerie experience, the only Panthers around were members of the HS football team. But, ya know...they got their name from SOMEWHERE.
It took the DNR moving into my (very citified) house to identify the dangers in the woods. We had lost some cats, but never linked it to predators. ust thought they’d wandered away.
And we had paved roads too.
Carnivore, or not, any bear can cause a lot of damage to human flesh just out of fear. I remember a few years ago when black bears took and killed a baby right out of its stroller in a camp in upstate NY. It was in an Orthodox Jewish enclave, as I remember.
We are talking about lessons our mothers taught us today. When I was 4, we livied in a tiny town in Calaveras County in Gold Rush country in the mountains of CA. (Think Mark Twain and hisleaping frogs.) The General Store, town Library, and Town museum shared one building on Main Street. I wasn’t in school yet, and my motherand I would walk into town for groceries and linger at the library for books. In the front window was a big steel can that once contained meat. The heavy guage steel can dated from the Gold Rush days and had been ripped to pieces by a bear. Lesson learned.
Last summer the raging predation of pizza and nachos by a black bear was brought to a premature end when he stood up in the dumpster and saw us watching for him.