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Lion and Baboon. - I was sent this moving story and series of events and thought I would share it. Very moving and I just adore animals.

Photographer Evan Schiller and Lisa Holzwarth were on a game drive in the northern Botswana’s Selinda area when they came across a big troop of baboons charging through the bush.

The baboons were obviously frightened by something and they all scampered up trees, shouting, alarming, and making a big scene. It quickly became clear what the problem was: two large lionesses came out of the tall grass and rushed the baboons into the trees, soon joined by two more lionesses.

"Between the baboons shrieking and the lionesses communicating with deep guttural roars, it was a mad scene," Lisa says.

But then the real chaos began! One brave baboon descended the dead tree and tried to make a run for it, but got snapped up in the jaws of a lioness.

The lioness grabbed a female baboon on the run. But there was something else there. As the baboon lay dying in the jaws of the lioness, a little baby (less than a month old) slowly disengaged from its mother’s body. Instinct took over and the baby tried to make a go for a tree, but did not have the strength to climb. At this point the lioness noticed the “little guy” and went over to investigate.

Instead of snapping the baby up in a deadly movement, she started to play with the baboon. The lioness was inquisitive and gentle at the same time.

After a while she picked up the baboon softly in her mouth and walked away, then settled down with the baby between her paws. In a strange behavioural twist, the baboon started to try and suckle the lioness. 

The lioness got distracted-this time by two male lions who arrived on the scene. Their advances, however, were met with aggression by the lioness. Was she defending the baby baboon? Or just uninterested in their mating advances? 

Here’s where it gets interesting: Waiting in a nearby tree is a big male baboon, who is obviously intent on saving the baby. The male lions were causing such a ruckus that it presented a short window of opportunity for the brave hero to descend the tree, grab the baby and head back to safety.

The father baboon had to make a move. Holding the baby, in all sorts of contorted positions, he tried numerous times to climb down the tree. He tested the lionesses’ interest with each descent. The heroic male baboon, having just saved the baby from the lions, cradled him in his arms. 

"I was touched by how gently the father baboon held this little baby who was in tough shape after its ordeal." 

Life is fragile and no matter how much we fight to control its outcome, all we can do is live in the moment.”

"Come into animal presence"

by Denise Levertov

Come into animal presence
No man is so guileless as
the serpent. The lonely white
rabbit on the roof is a star
twitching its ears at the rain.

The llama intricately
folding its hind legs to be seated
not disdains but mildly
disregards human approval.
What joy when the insouciant
armadillo glances at us and doesn’t
quicken his trotting
across the track and into the palm brush.

What is this joy? That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do?
That the snake has no blemish,
that the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in white star-silence? The llama
rests in dignity, the armadillo
has some intention to pursue in the palm-forest.

Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.

from Poems: 1960-1967. © New Directions, 1983.

With Madagascar, Andasibe, Lemurs, Chameleons and all things great and small found in a Naturalist’s Promised Land my focus. This poem resonates within - ‘Come into Animal Presence.’ - I do. I will. I am. Thank you The Celsius Journal 1414.

My lead soldier collection.

Girls collect an assortment of things. Scarves, shoes, jewelry, accessories. As do I. Yet to my name I also have a substantial collection of old miniature lead soldiers and toys. I can’t have enough. Wherever I travel, near or far, I find antique and bric-a-brack shops and this is what I ask for. Sometimes I luck it and find a few soldiers specific to the area or a battle. Other times there are miniature toys to be found in dusty cabinets. A friend who grew up in the French Belgium Congo recently gave me those that he played with as a child. There are more than 50 now, and I’m just getting started. They need me to love and cherish them. So please, if on your wonders you happen upon some lonely soldiers, let me know. There’s a girl right here that would like to take them home.


The suffering inflicted on animals in the name of medical research offends and saddens me.
However, this is reblogged from somebody who was one of the very first beneficiaries of the “new” polio treatment in the mid-50s. He was spared having to spend his life in an iron lung and owes his normality of life to such animals and such experiments. 
So do many, many others.  Maybe even you.
What are we to do?

The suffering inflicted on animals in the name of medical research offends and saddens me.

However, this is reblogged from somebody who was one of the very first beneficiaries of the “new” polio treatment in the mid-50s. He was spared having to spend his life in an iron lung and owes his normality of life to such animals and such experiments.

So do many, many others.  Maybe even you.

What are we to do?

(via sagerabelaissoul)