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Do Possums Eat Chickens? Here’s How to Protect Your Poultry
Do possums eat chickens Truly? Whether you see the opossum as a good friend or a monster, discovering one in your poultry cage is never ever an enjoyable experience. Although the marsupial is an easy pet, it’s likewise opportunistic and might be a danger to your smaller-sized hens, and their eggs.
By khurshid ahmad4 years ago in Earth
Nature
God has his best creation. we have to always recreate, forgetting the rest. Nature gives us all the vibes. Helps everyone overcome anything. A happy man, visits or takes a tour for peace. A sad person always wishes for a mood change, helps him regain back with an environment change.
By Harsha Upadhyaya4 years ago in Earth
The First and Last
I dreamt of a night lit sky that shined like no other in Bethlehem, Israel. It was cold and had snowed, but the moon glistened within each flake. There was also in the midst of the North a great star set forth to follow where wise men traveled. I saw fruit that had many branches and the vine thereof was everlasting. An owl knew its path by flight and landed on a barn as the sun began to rise.
By DeSeanna E. Morgan4 years ago in Earth
How Uniswap Clone Script overcomes the risks of centralization
Decentralization has been one of the center region of the blockchain innovation. At the point when individuals talk about blockchain, they frequently quote decentralization alongside straightforwardness, security, and unchanging nature. Nonetheless, the presentation of digital currency trades has vigorously thought twice about decentralization. Endeavors have been in progress to guarantee that the virtue of decentralization isn't compromised for any sign of the blockchain or cryptographic money.
By BlockchainX4 years ago in Earth
Leopard
"Well, calling names won't catch dinner," said the Ethiopian. "The long and the little of it is that we don't match our backgrounds. I'm going to take Baviaan's advice. He told me I ought to change; and as I've nothing to change except my skin I'm going to change that." "What to?" said the Leopard, tremendously excited. "To a nice working blackish-brownish colour, with a little purple in it, and touches of slaty-blue. It will be the very thing for hiding in hollows and behind trees." So he changed his skin then and there, and the Leopard was more excited than ever; he had never seen a man change his skin before. "But what about me?" he said, when the Ethiopian had worked his last little finger into his fine new black skin. "You take Baviaan's advice too. He told you to go into spots." "So I did," said the Leopard. "I went into other spots as fast as I could. I went into this spot with you, and a lot of good it has done me." "Oh," said the Ethiopian, "Baviaan didn't mean spots in South Africa. He meant spots on your skin." "What's the use of that?" said the Leopard. "Think of Giraffe," said the Ethiopian, "or if you prefer stripes, think of Zebra. They find their spots and stripes give them perfect satisfaction." "Umm," said the Leopard. "I wouldn't look like Zebra not for ever so." "Well, make up your mind," said the Ethiopian, "because I'd hate to go hunting without you, but I must if you insist on looking like a sun-flower against a tarred fence." "I'll take spots, then," said the Leopard; "but don't make 'em too vulgar-big. I wouldn't look like giraffe not for ever so." I'll make 'em with the tips of my fingers," said the Ethiopian. "There's plenty of black left on my skin still. Stand over!" Then the Ethiopian put his five fingers close together (there was plenty of black left on his new skin still) and pressed them all over the Leopard, and wherever the five fingers touched they left five little black marks, all close together. You can see them on any Leopard's skin you like, Best Beloved. Sometimes the fingers slipped and the marks got a little blurred; but if you look closely at any Leopard now you will see that there are always five spots off five fat black finger-tips. "Now you are a beauty!" said the Ethiopian. "You can lie out on the bare ground and look like a heap of pebbles. You can lie out on the naked rocks and look like a piece of pudding-stone. You can lie out on a leafy branch and look like sunshine sifting through the leaves; and you can lie right across the centre of a path and look like nothing in particular. Think of that and purr!" "But if I'm all this," said the Leopard, "why didn't you go spotty too?" "Oh, plain black's best," said the Ethiopian. "Well, calling names won't catch dinner," said the Ethiopian. "The long and the little of it is that we don't match our backgrounds. I'm going to take Baviaan's advice. He told me I ought to change; and as I've nothing to change except my skin I'm going to change that." "Now come along and we'll see if we can't get even with Mr. One-Two-Three-Where's-your-Breakfast!" So they went away and lived happily ever afterward, Best Beloved. That is all. Oh, now and then you will hear grown-ups say, "Can the Ethiopian change his skin or the Leopard his spots?" I don't think even grown-ups would keep on saying such a silly thing if the Leopard and the Ethiopian hadn't done it once do you? But they will never do it again, Best Beloved. They are quite contented as they are.
By Mintoo kumar Yadav4 years ago in Earth
The Owl Of Destiny
Hungry but determined, Herman began his long walk from the market to his father's barn. He had gone there to get some medicine for his dad to no avail. Disappointed, he wanted nothing more than to get home quickly. It was getting late, but observing the sunset while partaking on his journey was therapeutic in itself. The Sun portrayed a radiant mix of violet and orange. Although Herman had a far distance to go, the vibrant colors of the Sun filled his body with energy, and a warm feeling of love swept throughout his entire body. Herman began pondering the human condition. "If we are all a part of a so-called supreme consciousness, how is it that we are all so different?" he thought. Then it hit him. "We are not as different as we believe we are. We all experience the same range of emotions at some point in our lives and share similar senses of this existence; via taste, touch, smell, hearing, and eyesight of this natural world. What if pure consciousness is nothing more than a formless entity experiencing life on a tangible physical plane simultaneously through the eyes of each of us?" Herman thought to himself. "It is a concept I truly will never be able to perfectly articulate. Language in itself limits expression." Herman concluded.
By Anthony Weir 4 years ago in Earth
Key
"Key" A knock at the door. It echoed through the vast corridors. The door stood 11 feet high. Engraved with Hyroglyphs. Everything in the library was Mahogany. Solomon' heard the knock from the back of his study. Light they were. Still ,, this disturbed Solomons' flow. He had grown so sensitive this winter. Winter was the only season. Solomon' had no recollection prior to to what could be estimated to have been maybe 18 months back. Time was lost. Solomon' spilled a beaker filled with a neon red elixir. He let out a scowling yell.
By Lamar Shawn4 years ago in Earth
Night Rides
There was a chill to the night. Not just in the weather, but in the unsettling feeling of being alone in a land full of unknown nocturnal spectators. Coyotes howled and yipped in the distance, the sound of hoof beats made a continuous rhythm that matched my heartbeat, almost emphasizing it. I felt the heat of the horse’s warmed muscles through his shedding winter coat under my legs, like the warmth of the early spring day faded. Stars brightened the sky, but in the darkened woods it made no difference. There was a ranch house in the distance behind some trees, a beacon of light in an otherwise sea of darkness. The horse snorted out of excitement as he picked up his pace as we got closer to home. I was sure he also felt the same eeriness I felt. As we came around the corner of the dirt road we were following, he stopped suddenly.
By Jessica R Faunce4 years ago in Earth
Blessings from Bubo
They say that, when one experiences repetition in numbers or in visits from the wildlife nearby, whether in the conscious or subconscious state, the Universe offers these synchronicities as a message needed for that being; something surreal and life-altering. What we take from those visits, if we pay close enough attention to details and the intense feelings of these momentous occasions is up to our divine interpretation, if we attempt to interpret them. Not everybody does.
By Jessica Biedermann4 years ago in Earth
