<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253</id><updated>2011-07-06T09:00:21.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark: Why Steve Irwin Went Overboard!</title><subtitle type='html'>Articles about the other side of wildlife, dedicated to late Steve Irwin - © 2011 www.NoelGama.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-2063073758083590630</id><published>2007-06-18T19:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:31.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Asian Water Buffalo: The Original 'Joe Black'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RnaPDzMvLOI/AAAAAAAAADc/02V_60zzgRI/s1600-h/DSC_7438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RnaPDzMvLOI/AAAAAAAAADc/02V_60zzgRI/s200/DSC_7438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077402925352824034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those unbearably hot summer afternoons as you walk along a dry riverbed, under leafless trees that can’t offer any shade. Everything is dried up – the rivers, the trees, the earth with its varicose-like cracks… yet, it is humid… there must be water nearby, you keep on saying to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take the next bend on the river, the most inviting sight welcomes you - a pool of water, taken over by a herd of water buffalo, submerged, with only their heads out, not frolicking but sitting pretty, totally  blissed-out. No, the mud-splattered creatures have come for neither arthritis nor beauty treatments – they are in their natural habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such habitats are also breeding ground for insects that bite and plants with stinging thorns, against which the water buffalo protects itself with its tough, armor-like skin. The coating of mud on its skin is a further deterrent to insects. Oh, for those persistent little insects that just don’t understand ‘body language,’ and think that body paint is only made from chocolate, there’s always the bushy tip of the long tail, waving from side to side when the buffalo is out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever tried treading water in a pond or river with a muddy bottom, you are no stranger to that sinking feeling you get when your feet get stuck in the mud and you have to pull them out, one at a time, in order to keep squelching forward. But the water buffalo is not a stick-in-the-mud (pun intended) – he has broad, splayed hoofs that prevent him from sinking and a specialized joint just above the hoof, which allows extra mobility in such situations. This is one reason water buffaloes are preferred over other draught animals, for ploughing muddy paddy fields in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being bulky animals, water buffalo are not predators – they are herbivorous, grazing on floating vegetation and aquatic plants, often low in nutrients. To ensure that they get the necessary nutrients, they eat a wide variety of food by grazing on land as well, eating grass and almost anything remotely cellulosic like bark, twigs, paper and even those disgusting black plastic bags that have found their way into places man has yet to set foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wild, water buffalo live in herds made up of family clans, each consisting of about 30 related females and their young, headed by an older female. Adult males form small groups of up to 10, while aging males go solo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the male and female water buffalo have horns – the largest measuring on average, one meter, tip to tip. Since they themselves are not predators, they use the horns as defense against their predators; the tiger being the only one that can kill a full-grown water buffalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other use of the horns is during the mating season when a dominant male lays claim to a small group of females and has to compete with the other males. But the toughest part is still not over – the females very often reject the suitor violently, using their own horns, taking the term, ‘horny’ to new heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female water buffalo gives birth to just one calf after about 310 days. If the calf is female, she gets to stay with her mother for life and if male, he is driven away before he is three years old. That ring a bell? No, not the one round the buffalo’s neck. Similar prejudices… different preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water buffalo is one animal that pauses to look at humans, as if in contemplation, their sad eyes pitiable, yet compassionate at the same time… Yama’s choice couldn’t have been better in choosing this gentle beast of burden, to unburden man of life’s trials and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-2063073758083590630?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/2063073758083590630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=2063073758083590630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2063073758083590630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2063073758083590630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/06/asian-water-buffalo-original-joe-black.html' title='Asian Water Buffalo: The Original &apos;Joe Black&apos;'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RnaPDzMvLOI/AAAAAAAAADc/02V_60zzgRI/s72-c/DSC_7438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-1878854061012496827</id><published>2007-06-03T08:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:59:28.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Great White Shark: Of "Jaws" fame</title><content type='html'>Say, ‘Great White shark,’ and you think, Jaws – the Hollywood blockbuster. See Jaws, and your own drops open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, 25 years after writing Jaws, the late Peter Benchley had said in a 2000 interview, "I could not posit the situation now that I posited then... I attributed to them a kind of marauding ‘monsterism’ that became what Jaws was. Now we know that sharks do not attack boats. The way they decide what to eat is by biting it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Great White is safe, right? Certainly not! Just remember, it’s a case of mistaken identity rather than fatal attraction. Sharks are not fond of humans – Ugh! Too bony and lean for their taste. Fatty seals suit their palate best. That's why 75 percent of humans attacked by Great Whites are spat out in the split second after it sinks its teeth into human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great White is not white, except for its underbelly. It’s grey or blue-grey on the dorsal side, thus making it inconspicuous as it patrols the reefs just over the seabed, in coastal areas – favourite spot for snorkeling and scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This largest of the flesh eating sharks, has exceptionally strong muscles that allow it to clamp its jaws shut with immense pressure. Not only that – unlike humans, its jaws are not hinged, allowing it to open them very wide to swallow big prey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story doesn’t end with jaws! The triangular teeth are deadly, though only about two inches long, with serrated edges, like that of a bread knife. There’s more – they grow in rows and as the outer ones break or fall off, the inner ones are pushed forward. Now, get a bite of this – it is estimated that during its 40-year life span, the Great White uses up to 30,000 teeth – that’s quite a mouthful, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It uses its heightened senses for detecting prey: excellent eyesight and acute hearing; hypersensitive hairs down the sides of its body for picking up vibration from prey; nostrils that can smell a drop of blood in 100 liters of water; small pores in the snout that pick up electrical signals from the muscles of living creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having detected its prey, usually from its vantage point in the murky depths, it torpedoes upward, breaking surface with the prey in its mouth, before it dives back in. Just before impact, the shark rolls back its eyes, exposing the whites, to protect the most vulnerable part from damage due to the impact. Therefore, in effect, it does not see its prey up close.&lt;br /&gt;The shark never chews its food - it swallows in chunks. If the prey is large, the shark turns away after swallowing the first chunk and waits for it to die before returning for another chunk. After a big meal, it may be a month or two before the shark will need to eat another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the two claspers below its tail, the male shark injects sperm into the female. In the uterus, the young sharks not only feed on unfertilized eggs, but also on other embryos. When the mother gives birth, the young sharks are already about 5 ft long and swim straight off – their mother never sees them, except as prey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-1878854061012496827?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/1878854061012496827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=1878854061012496827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/1878854061012496827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/1878854061012496827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-white-shark-of-jaws-fame.html' title='Great White Shark: Of &quot;Jaws&quot; fame'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-1448744505198217277</id><published>2007-05-17T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:32.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gharial: Say, "Teeth!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/Rkvi7YGa1mI/AAAAAAAAADU/8WYVVcfzpOg/s1600-h/Gharial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/Rkvi7YGa1mI/AAAAAAAAADU/8WYVVcfzpOg/s200/Gharial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065391715617789538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with around a hundred teeth, which it seems to like to display, as if on a visit to the dentist’s, this crocodilian reptile inspires fear in people traveling by foot along certain large rivers in the Indian subcontinent. Human remains and jewellery found in their stomachs substantiate this fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the gharial has to come out of the water and bask in the sun to keep its body temperature constant. Since it has no sweat glands, it has to keep its mouth open to cool down. And no… it prefers fish, rarely attacking humans. So, how did the human remains come to be found in its stomach? It has been established that the gharial scavenges on corpses tipped over into rivers because of funeral practices in such regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gharial uses its flat paddle-shaped, muscular tail to propel itself with great speed for chasing schools of fish. Its long, thin and streamlined jaws offer least resistance to the water, even allowing its movement sideways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another effective ploy it uses is to wait motionlessly with its jaws open in the fast current, for a fish to swim by and when it does, the jaws snap shut, trapping the prey with interlocking, razor-sharp teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After catching the fish, the gharial raises its head above the water and takes care to toss it - like you would an omelette - so that it goes in, head first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male gharials are territorial, laying claim to their patch by slapping their snouts on the water. A dominant male has a harem of females during the breeding season from November to January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the nesting season, from March to May, the female crawls about 16 feet on to a dry sandbank to dig its nest where she lays up to 50 large eggs and then covers them up with sand in an attempt to keep them out of bounds of predators as well as to maintain them at constant temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the eggs hatch in about 83 to 94 days, the mother stands guard until the hatchlings are ready to enter the water on their own, as she cannot carry them in her mouth due to the unusual shape of her jaw and the rows of sharp teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunted for its beautiful skin, it is not only hunters and poachers who are a threat to the gharial’s existence. Another threat is the damming of rivers, which floods the nesting banks where females lay their eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a population of less than 3000 in the wild and in captivity, the gharial is an endangered species. However, thanks to the full protection the gharial has been given since the 1970s, there are now nine special reserves in India, concentrating on artificial hatching. Hatchlings raised in captivity are later released in protected areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-1448744505198217277?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/1448744505198217277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=1448744505198217277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/1448744505198217277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/1448744505198217277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/05/gharial-say-teeth.html' title='Gharial: Say, &quot;Teeth!&quot;'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/Rkvi7YGa1mI/AAAAAAAAADU/8WYVVcfzpOg/s72-c/Gharial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-2431918754629335435</id><published>2007-04-21T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:56:58.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Barn Owl: On the Night Shift!</title><content type='html'>It’s close to midnight… swirling fog… deathly silence… not a soul in sight. It’s been like this ever since the old farmhouse fell into disrepair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely though it may seem, the feeling that someone’s watching, creeps up on you, making you turn your head to look at the black, gaping mouth of the loft, just over the barn door. What you see makes you cringe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not convinced that it could only be the setting playing tricks with your imagination, you hasten your pace, only to pull up short when the eerie silence is shattered by a piercing screech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not just the setting and your imagination running wild - it was you who startled the virtually harmless and adorable Barn Owl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also called Death Owl, Ghost Owl, Monkey-faced Owl, Night Owl and Church Owl, the common Barn Owl is the quintessential ‘home bird’ on the one hand, and a global citizen on the other as it is found on all continents except Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With large eyes adapted for seeing in the dark and with acute hearing, it flies low and silently above open land till its ears pinpoint unwary prey in the darkness. The owl then swoops down, swinging its legs forward while spreading its claws to grasp and kill the prey at first contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl swallows the prey whole but later regurgitates indigestible parts like bones, fur or feathers as smooth, black pellets which accumulate in piles beneath their roosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adult barn owl feeds on as much as three rats a day, obviously making it the farmer’s friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male owl chases the female of his dreams (he does sleep in the daytime!) showing her his flying skills under the stars. He also makes loud wing claps and calls finally feeding her after the show. Once they have their ‘roll-in-the-hay’ (that’s what barns are for – hey, I'm talking about the hay!) they usually remain partners for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they don’t build a nest. Why should they, when they have the whole loft to themselves, anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female lays one egg every two or three days, each of them hatching on different days though within 33 days. Sadly, the older owlets are fed first and so when food is scarce, the younger ones die of starvation only to be eaten up by their older siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barn owl numbers are declining mainly due to modern farming which has done away with barns or converted them into houses. Also, grasslands are being turned into farmland, thus reducing the number of rodents, their primary source of food. Adaptable birds that they are, they seek out new haunts - unused belfries and church spires, in keeping with their aliases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-2431918754629335435?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/2431918754629335435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=2431918754629335435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2431918754629335435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2431918754629335435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/04/barn-owl-on-night-shift.html' title='Barn Owl: On the Night Shift!'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-2891456203074048675</id><published>2007-04-09T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:32.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear: Ice-ice, Teddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RhoWTWHRZEI/AAAAAAAAADM/1bvFAHuyGDU/s1600-h/Knut+the+Celebrity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RhoWTWHRZEI/AAAAAAAAADM/1bvFAHuyGDU/s200/Knut+the+Celebrity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051374453658838082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is going nuts about Knut - a baby polar bear who has his own video pod cast, a song written about him and is being featured on the cover of Vanity Fair with Leonardo DiCaprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Berlin Zoo last December, and abandoned by his mother, Tosca, zoo officials intervened, choosing to raise the cub themselves amidst protests from animal rights activists, who insist that Knut be put to sleep by lethal injection! What rights could matter more than the right to live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polar bear, the world’s largest land predator, lives in subzero temperatures, where everything is frozen, even time itself – going by the immobile hands of your watch, unless you own one of those Rolex watches sported by famous explorers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polar bear is white, right? Wrong! Its skin is actually black - to soak in the sun - and is covered by pigment-free hollow hairs to trap heat. It’s the sun’s reflection off the hairs that makes the bear appear white - a perfect camouflage for the white world of pack ice terrain. And when it gets unbearably (pun intended) cold, the bear covers its black muzzle with a paw to check heat from dissipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when polar bears live in zoos that are in a warmer climate, they can have algae growing inside the hollow guard hairs of their fur.  This lends a greenish tinge to their fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being waterproof, the hollow hairs also prevent matting down when they swim in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can cover more than 100-Kilometer stretches without rest, dog-paddling with their head and much of their back above water, their blubber helping keep them afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears travel distances of up to 40 Kms a day, floating on ice floes in search of prey, using their acute sense of smell and excellent underwater vision for detection. They wait patiently for hours, at seal breathing holes. When one surfaces, they pounce and kill it with a single bite to the head or a blow from the massive, heavy paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears don't drink water. They get all the liquids that they need from the animals that they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is the mating season but the embryo development is put on ‘hold’ till late autumn when mother bear will dig a den in which to give birth to 2 to 4 baby bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubs are fed by their mother for at least two years. Knut’s mother may have shirked her duties but Thomas Doerfleinwas, his minder, went beyond his. Meanwhile, Berlin Zoo now has 15,000 visitors a day queuing up for Knut’s twice-a-day ‘public appearances!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-2891456203074048675?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/2891456203074048675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=2891456203074048675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2891456203074048675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2891456203074048675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/04/polar-bear-ice-ice-teddy.html' title='Polar Bear: Ice-ice, Teddy!'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RhoWTWHRZEI/AAAAAAAAADM/1bvFAHuyGDU/s72-c/Knut+the+Celebrity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-6507143288197090826</id><published>2007-03-21T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:54:00.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Common Octopus: The Original Ink-jet Artist!</title><content type='html'>8 arms and as many defenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its first—and most amazing—line of defense is its ability to make itself invisible by using a network of pigment cells and specialized muscles in its skin to change the colors, patterns, and even textures of its skin, so as to match the surroundings. Predators such as sharks, eels, and dolphins swim by without noticing the inconspicuous octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also adopt striking colours and patterns as warning signs - bright red shows anger, yellow with blue rings advertises that it’s poisonous, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it has to make a fast getaway, it jettisons water from the end of its mantle, to propel itself like a torpedo through the water - headfirst, arms trailing behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has no hard parts in its body, it can squeeze itself into tiny cracks and crevices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these fail, it can turn itself black just before releasing a blob of black ink which hangs in the water looking much like the body of the octopus. At the same time, the octopus will switch from black to white again and jet away, while the predator remains focused on the black blob, not noticing the white creature making the getaway in classic James Bond style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still another weapon is a substance in the ink that dulls the predator's sense of smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of these fail, an octopus can lose an arm to escape a predator's grasp and re-grow it later with no permanent damage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, its beak-like jaws can deliver a nasty bite and release venomous saliva, though this is used mainly for subduing prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day, the octopus remains in its den, in the crevices among the rocks on the seabed.  At dusk, having spotted crustaceans or fish passing by, it darts out, grabs the victim with its arms, and then brings it up to its jaws located where the arms meet, biting into the prey and flooding the wounds with poisonous saliva that immobilizes it. The pieces of food are pulled into the body by rows of tiny tooth-like structures and then swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octopuses can survive out of water for short periods, as long as their gills stay wet. In experimental laboratories, they've been known to climb out of their tanks at night and eat the shellfish from other tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octopuses only mate once during their short 18-month life. The male octopus attracts a female by displaying a new colour and lifting up his arms to reveal the large suckers underneath. He uses a spoon-like cavity on the tip of his third arm, to transfer sperm to the female's mantle cavity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after mating, the male deteriorates and dies. The female lays clusters of grape-like eggs, attaching them to the walls of a crevice on the seabed. She remains with her eggs until they hatch, not eating all this time, and dies just when the eggs are hatched in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly hatched baby octopuses live part of their lives as tiny, free-floating plankton, most being eaten by predators. The few that survive, get big enough to settle into a bottom-dwelling lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considered the most intelligent of all invertebrates, they are said to be as intelligent as dogs. They are known to collect crustacean shells and other objects to construct fortresses around their dens - no wonder they have real blue blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an octopus ever squirts ink at you, don’t even bother to shout out, “Hey! Have a heart!” He’s stone-deaf and it’s just as well… he has three hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-6507143288197090826?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/6507143288197090826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=6507143288197090826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6507143288197090826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6507143288197090826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/03/common-octopus-original-ink-jet-artist.html' title='Common Octopus: The Original Ink-jet Artist!'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-4052768233569296356</id><published>2007-03-07T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:50:36.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leopard: Dressed to Kill</title><content type='html'>The lights dim… there’s a hush. A model sashays down the Parisian catwalk, her perfect figure sinuously moving under the velvety fawn gown, showing off the rosettes  –&lt;br /&gt;signature black rosettes. She stops midway down the ramp – for effect. Applause… stifled catcalls… camera flash bulbs pop. The mimic has made a killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles away, deep in an Indian jungle, the original beauty has been patiently waiting her turn in the dark, looking down the bough of a tree with mesmerizing eyes - eyes that lend her night vision six times better than that of humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The almost inaudible sound of a grazing impala comes within her hearing range – a range twice that of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, without warning, the leopard pounces. The impala freezes for a moment as if hypnotized, but it’s already too late. With a fatal bite to the neck, the impala is dead in the blink of an eye. The leopard drags it to the treetop for the feast – the stillness of the night unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopards hunt by night, alone. Males make a kill every three days and females with young, at double the frequency. However, they can live without water for long periods, on prey alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a powerful and compact build, mottled camouflage, excellent hearing and night vision, leopards can silently attack and kill prey more than twice their own weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the day, they rest in trees and sunbathe on rocks - both providing good vantage points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though solitary, leopards are territorial, defending a territory ranging from 30 sq km up to 200 sq km. Territories are marked with urine and claw marks on trees as well as by roaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male may have to fight other contestants for claiming his mate, though it’s a one-night stand! Afterwards, the pair breaks up – each going its separate way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cubs are born in just over three months and are nursed by the mother for another three months before they are able to eat from her kills. At this time, the cubs start practicing stalking and frequently fight playfully among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are about one and a half years old, they are ready to venture out to stake claim to their own territories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-4052768233569296356?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/4052768233569296356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=4052768233569296356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/4052768233569296356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/4052768233569296356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/03/leopard-dressed-to-kill.html' title='Leopard: Dressed to Kill'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-2027014597300124636</id><published>2007-02-21T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:32.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lovebird: Winged Romancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RdwfV85XC-I/AAAAAAAAACE/TBpXabazv-o/s1600-h/lovebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RdwfV85XC-I/AAAAAAAAACE/TBpXabazv-o/s320/lovebird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033932945477798882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eight days a week, I love you, love you, love you,” goes the Beatles hit song. It could well have been dedicated to the lovebird for whom it’s Valentine’s Day every day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebirds are the smallest parrots in the world, with a stocky build, a short, blunt tail and a disproportionately large beak   - no wonder it is such a smoocher and loudmouth! But it puts the beak to good use too: for cracking open seeds and stripping bark for nesting material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Les inséparables in French, a pair will form an extremely close bond for life. For this reason, many people feel strongly that lovebirds in captivity should be kept in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They show each other their affection by cuddling up together and scratching each other’s heads. And you don’t have to be a peeping Tom to catch them in their cages beak-to-beak, eyes closed, blissfully unaware of the self-imposed restrictions of public display of affection on their ‘free’ captors. Guess that’s what the Beatles meant in their song, “Free as a bird.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even lovebirds cannot live on love and fresh air alone - they need to eat too. Since they are non-migratory, they have to find seeds, grains, berries and fruits in their home range itself, sometimes even having to eat insects and grass. But there are at least two species that are very particular about their diet: the black-collared lovebird eats wild figs off treetops while the grey-headed lovebird humbly eats grass seeds off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These garrulous birds are sociable, living in colonies ranging from 20 to 100, chattering and twittering as they work together in search of food and caring for their young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebirds breed once a year in trees and cliff faces, building nests or lining tree hollows with twigs, grass, feathers and even bark from trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female lays one egg on alternate days until the clutch of about 3 to 4 eggs is complete. The eggs hatch in 3 weeks’ time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebirds are popular pets despite legal protection, which is nevertheless helping to increase wild populations. While the lifespan of the lovebird is six to seven years in the wild, it is about 12 in captivity! The Beatles were right - “All you need is love, love, love...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-2027014597300124636?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/2027014597300124636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=2027014597300124636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2027014597300124636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/2027014597300124636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/02/lovebird-winged-romancer.html' title='Lovebird: Winged Romancer'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RdwfV85XC-I/AAAAAAAAACE/TBpXabazv-o/s72-c/lovebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-6791627346257794058</id><published>2007-02-07T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:32.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry (Blue-Jean) Poison-Dart Frog: Jewel of the Rainforest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/Rcr1nnkRS7I/AAAAAAAAABo/v9_nfXIy72Y/s1600-h/StrawberryPoisonDartFrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/Rcr1nnkRS7I/AAAAAAAAABo/v9_nfXIy72Y/s320/StrawberryPoisonDartFrog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029101994897394610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found along the Atlantic coast of Central America from northern Guatemala to Panama, with the greatest concentration in Costa Rica, it seems as if they are all headed to the land of beauty queens - to find a princess for that spell-breaking kiss that would turn the lucky one into a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think twice - it could be the kiss of death - you could soon find yourself singing ‘when the saints go marching in’ in strawberry fields, forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strawberry poison-dart frog is no prince in disguise. It gets its first name, ‘Strawberry’ from the close resemblance its body has to a dewy strawberry; its surname, ‘Poison-Dart’ because certain South American Indian tribes rub their blowgun dart tips in the poisonous mucous of the frog’s skin; its middle name, ‘Blue-Jean’ because of its purple-blue legs. It is also known as the ‘Jewel of the Rainforest’ because its vivid colours contrast strikingly with the dull greens and browns of its habitat making it look like a precious gem on the velvet-like mossy floor of the forest – talk about aliases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poison glands in the skin of this frog produce one of the most toxic alkaloids in nature. However, it cannot kill by touch alone. The toxin must enter the bloodstream through a cut or by ingestion. This will cause convulsions and ultimately, death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the frog does not use its poison for capturing prey – it uses it as a back-up defense mechanism, in case its ‘Red-Alert’ warning colours fail to keep predators at bay. When it spots insects with its sharp eyesight, it sits perfectly still. As the unwary prey passes within range, it shoots out its long, sticky tongue, which retracts into its mouth, insect and all, in the blink of an eye! Oh, and a bad-tasting insect is spat out with as much speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living near water, in leaf litter and moss and on low, overhanging branches, these frogs are highly territorial, sometimes wrestling intruders to the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attracting his princess with elaborate calls, the prince leads her to a site near where she lays 4 to 6 eggs per clutch and he fertilizes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 to 12 days, when the eggs are ready to hatch, the female steps into the egg mass to release the tadpoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female carries one or two tadpoles at a time on her back and places them in separate tree hollows so they don’t eat each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides their diet of insect larvae, the mother lays an unfertilized egg into each of these water filled hollows every few days, for the tadpoles to feed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three weeks, the tadpoles emerge as froglets and disappear into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, when Blue-Jean is in captivity, it loses its lethal toxicity. It has been deduced that something in its diet in the wild, possibly ants, produces the toxins. This in turn has made strawberry poison-dart frogs popular as exotic pets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-6791627346257794058?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/6791627346257794058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=6791627346257794058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6791627346257794058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6791627346257794058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/02/strawberry-blue-jean-poison-dart-frog.html' title='Strawberry (Blue-Jean) Poison-Dart Frog: Jewel of the Rainforest'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/Rcr1nnkRS7I/AAAAAAAAABo/v9_nfXIy72Y/s72-c/StrawberryPoisonDartFrog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-6302004553034030585</id><published>2007-01-22T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:19:16.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheetah: The cat that barks like a dog!</title><content type='html'>With its exceptionally elongated body and legs, small head, blunt non-retractable claws and flexible spine, this dog-like cat is built for speed. No wonder it is the fastest land animal at sprinting speeds of up to 110 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Formula One race car, its tail acts as a wind-deflecting rudder for making sharp turns while chasing prey at top speed. Aerodynamic exteriors notwithstanding, there’s more under the bonnet: XL-size heart, lungs, liver and nasal passages for delivering power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheetah though spotted, has a striking ID-mark to distinguish it from other spotted cats - the black ‘tear-streaks’ running from eyes to nose. Also, it does not roar but makes bird-like chirruping noises and high-pitched yelps that can be heard at great distances. Yet, it hisses when angry and purrs when contented just like a domestic cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetahs hunt by day either alone or in family groups, stalking their prey to within a short distance before making a 20-30 second sprint. The slashing claws of its front paws make first contact with a leg of the prey, bringing it down for the kill. The cheetah then locks its jaws on the prey’s throat, suffocating it to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the kill, when the exhausted cheetah pauses to recover from the chase, very often scavengers like hyenas and sometimes even lions, move in for the meal. No match for these competitors, the only growling now left in the cheetah is in his empty stomach as he slinks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female cheetah reaches sexual maturity at two years of age and can breed all year round. A litter of up to six little blind cubs are born after a 3-month pregnancy. Many cubs are snatched away by other big cats and hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cubs stay with their mother for about a year and a half when the mother leaves to breed again. However, the litter continues to stay together for several months more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult female cheetahs without cubs, tend to live alone while males often form lifelong bonds with litter-brothers and roam in all-male groups called ‘coalitions!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-6302004553034030585?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/6302004553034030585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=6302004553034030585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6302004553034030585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6302004553034030585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheetah-cat-that-barks-like-dog.html' title='Cheetah: The cat that barks like a dog!'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-9008343502063720378</id><published>2007-01-10T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:32.797+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Clown Anemone fish: Of the 'Finding Nemo' Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RaSWMlkBq4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jpHzLEIIJJA/s1600-h/Nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RaSWMlkBq4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jpHzLEIIJJA/s320/Nemo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018301027783388034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where’s Nemo?’ Nemo as in ‘a-nemo-ne’ fish. Poor Nemo, doesn’t have a name of his own. Even the name ‘anemone fish’ is borrowed from his host, the sea anemone. He is better known as ‘clownfish’ because of his gaudy, clown-like markings and his ungainly swimming motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not only did Nemo inspire writer-director Andrew Stanton to create the animation film, “Finding Nemo,” he’ll get you as well – hook, line and sinker - as you take a peek into his real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, he is called anemone fish because he lives a symbiotic existence among the poisonous tentacles of the sea anemone. He is immune to the poison due to a coating of the anemone’s mucous over his scales, thus tricking the anemone into thinking it is part of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s more - when predators chase the anemone fish, a poor swimmer, he simply takes refuge among the waving tentacles of the sea anemone. However, he does lose his immunity to the anemone’s tentacles when away from it for over a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anemonefish feed on plankton and the anemone’s parasites as well as leftovers of their host. On the other hand, the anemones themselves not only benefit from the food dropped by the feeding fish but also by the increased water circulation caused by the fish’s movements among the tentacles, thus providing the anemone with oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family unit of anemone fish occupies a single anemone. During breeding, the males become aggressive and select a nesting site on a bare rock or even inside the anemone’s mouth! You guessed it - the eggs are also coated with the anemone’s mucous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the female releases the eggs into the nest, the male fertilizes them and tends over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because Nemo is a fish and a clown, you may assume that he has an uninteresting life. But this clown wears two masks - all clown fish are born male and can change sex at will! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anemone fish have dormant reproductive organs inside them to become female when the occasion calls for it. When a female dies, the dominant male changes into a female and a non-dominant male takes over as the dominant male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not surprising that the biggest threat to Nemo is the aquarium trade but not only are they found in abundance in their natural habitat, they breed very well in captivity too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-9008343502063720378?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/9008343502063720378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=9008343502063720378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/9008343502063720378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/9008343502063720378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2007/01/clown-anemone-fish-of-finding-nemo-fame.html' title='Clown Anemone fish: Of the &apos;Finding Nemo&apos; Fame'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RaSWMlkBq4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jpHzLEIIJJA/s72-c/Nemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-3451811130469240394</id><published>2006-12-21T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:16:51.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kingfisher: The Flying Fisherman</title><content type='html'>Its a hot summer's day and you are sitting on your haunches in the cool shade of the overhanging trees on the river bank, finger on the shutter-release button of your digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there is a streak of colours - brilliant iridescent turquoise, amber and a little white and then, a faint splash as the Kingfisher dives through the  mirror-like surface of the water from his perch overhead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go trigger-happy, shooting ‘click, click, click…’ and barely manage to get a couple of shots as the little bird, with fish in beak gleaming silver in the sunshine, breaks out from under the surface into the air taking a steep flight path into the branches above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excitedly check the little LCD screen and discover that although the bird did a shallow dive of less than ten inches below the surface, your camera did not capture him underwater due to reflections off the placid surface of the water. If only you had a Polaroid filter over your zoom lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, how did the kingfisher, perched at a greater distance than you, see his prey under the surface? With polarizing filters over his eyes! Not only that - membranes automatically cover its eyes when it dives underwater. Hey, shutterbug, how’s that for shutter-priority?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on its perch, holding the fish by the tail, it whacks it to the branch to kill it first before swallowing it head first, so that there is no chance of the fish’s fins piercing his gullet while swallowing it and choking to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This highly territorial bird defends its fishing grounds from rivals as if its life depended on it - because it does! The kingfisher needs to eat almost two-thirds of its body weight in fish, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingfisher courts the female by displaying his flying skills and finally catching a fish and presenting it to his queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair then take turns in stabbing at the earth with their bills to make a 3 feet upward-slopping tunnel in the river bank. A nest chamber is made at the end of the tunnel where the female lays about 5-8 little white eggs and starts incubation but is subsequently taken over by the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 21 days, the naked and blind hatchlings break free. The tubular sheaths holding the adult feathers break open much later. Till then, the little birds look more like prickly hedgehogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingfishers have a life span of about 20 years. Every year during the breeding season, a pair of them has been coming to nest in a hole in the inner wall of my well, just above the water level. They announce their arrival with their typically shrill calls. They get all the fish they need from the well itself. I guess this is their preferred destination over the highly polluted Daman Ganga River just a stone’s throw away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.noelgama.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-3451811130469240394?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/3451811130469240394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=3451811130469240394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/3451811130469240394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/3451811130469240394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/12/kingfisher-flying-fisherman.html' title='Kingfisher: The Flying Fisherman'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-7006498118332638022</id><published>2006-12-08T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:32.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian Elephant: The Gentle Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RXkz7JZmtAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/13GiJkovK1U/s1600-h/335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RXkz7JZmtAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/13GiJkovK1U/s320/335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006089552027628546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as pachyderms, which means "thick skin" these largest of the land-dwelling animals of Asia are well… very sensitive creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian or Asian elephants as they are also called, are distinguished from their African counterparts primarily by their smaller pointed ears, which are networked with blood vessels to regulate temperature -  by flapping the ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other differences are: a more rounded back; a flat and tall forehead; a fourth toenail on each of their hind feet; shorter tusks which are really modified upper incisor teeth, with those in females being rudimentary; a single finger-like projection at the tip of its long trunk; a grey to brown skin with a small amount of stiff hair; and a tail with a tuft of hair at the tip - for batting away insects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants forage for food all day,  using their long trunks to reach into trees for tearing off leaves and using their tusks for stripping bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drink a lot of water at least once a day by noisily sucking up the water with their trunks and then pouring it into their mouths. Since they don’t have sweat glands, they bathe often to keep themselves cool. No wonder they are such excellent swimmers, sometimes even walking underwater, using their trunks as snorkels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian elephants are very sociable and live in basic family units of one adult cow and her offspring. Daughters remain with their mothers, but sons leave at puberty, often joining bull groups or remaining solitary. These family units live together in herds of up to 40, headed by an elderly female or matriarch who is responsible for the herd’s safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being more easily tamed than their larger African counterparts, they have been used as beasts of burden for centuries. When ill-treated by their mahouts, they have been seen crying in pain and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In danger of extinction in the wild, due to human encroachment upon their natural habitat and poaching for ivory, they have been classified as ‘Endangered’ by the 2000 IUCN Red List at an estimated population of only 28,000 to 42,000 in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an excellent memory and capacity to solve practical problems, they are known to have helped not only their own kind but even rescued humans caught in natural disasters like floods especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a report in The Economist of November 2nd, 2006, when researchers put a jumbo-sized mirror before three Indian elephants, they tried to look behind the glass! Then, all three appeared to inspect their mouths, and took to moving their food so they could watch themselves eating. One of the elephants even used her reflection to repeatedly touch a mark  on her head with her trunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s no mumbo-jumbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;www.noelgama.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-7006498118332638022?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/7006498118332638022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=7006498118332638022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/7006498118332638022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/7006498118332638022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/12/indian-elephant-gentle-giant.html' title='Indian Elephant: The Gentle Giant'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/RXkz7JZmtAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/13GiJkovK1U/s72-c/335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-8260090192820132756</id><published>2006-11-24T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:22:29.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Orca:The Killer Whale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/1600/161593/story.keiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/320/41265/story.keiko.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Wrong title! The orca is neither a killer nor a whale! &lt;br /&gt;18th-century Spanish sailors referred to the orca as ‘whale killer’ (because of their habit of attacking whales), which was incorrectly translated into English as ‘killer whale.’ But like the whale, it also is an aquatic mammal - the largest member of the dolphin family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because their behavior is similar to that of wolves, some also call them “sea wolves”. And for those of us who have never seen a live orca, there is the memory of Keiko who starred in all the three Free Willy movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orca has a rubbery but sensitive black skin with a white underbelly, white patches over the eyes and saddle patch markings near the dorsal fin, which provide good camouflage in the flickering, underwater light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a weight of up to 10 tons and equipped with sharp, flesh-tearing teeth, the cetacean gathers tremendous momentum as it bears down on prey at speeds of about 55 km/hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orcas hunt sea lions or penguins solo but herd fish together in groups called ‘pods’ and then attack them from different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pod is not just a group of orcas formed spontaneously but an extended family. Groups of pods sharing the same tradition of sounds by which they communicate (called ‘whale song’) are known as ‘clans’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two or more pods come together to form a temporary ‘superpod’ for breeding purposes. After a gestation period of one year and a half, a single calf is born which suckles for about 18 months, staying close to its mother’s side and later retaining a lifelong bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three types of orca:  ‘Resident’ orcas stay within a home range and eat mainly fish; ‘transient’ orcas, as the name suggests, are nomadic in nature, living in the same areas as resident orcas but generally ignoring each other and feeding on whales, fish and marine mammals; ‘offshore’ orcas cruise the open oceans in groups of up to 60, feeding on fish, sharks and turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orcas socialize by rubbing their bodies together, slapping their tail and pectoral fins against the surface and lifting their heads out of the water, a process called ‘spy-hopping’. This makes them candidates for amusement parks, which hold them in captivity. Fortunately, this fell out of favour with the general public due to the huge success of Free Willy, which inspired a campaign for the release of Keiko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiko was airlifted from the USA to Iceland in July 2002 where he was released into the open sea, but he swam 1400 kms straight to Norway and stayed in a bay there, keeping constant contact with humans till his death in December 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;www.noelgama.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-8260090192820132756?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/8260090192820132756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=8260090192820132756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/8260090192820132756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/8260090192820132756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/11/orcathe-killer-whale.html' title='Orca:The Killer Whale'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-6085736800186824920</id><published>2006-11-11T09:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:21:54.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>King Cobra: The Original Face-Off Hood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/1600/847295/KingCobra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/320/313655/KingCobra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hooded One has been doing it much before the hood in the Hollywood blockbuster, Face-Off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that! He has also been doing a far better job than the world’s top surgeons are currently trying to do: the King Cobra peels the skin off his head even uncovering new fangs, teeth and tongue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes him king? He is the longest venomous snake in the world with enough venom to kill 20 soldiers or an elephant, with a single bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other cobras, the King Cobra hunts by day. It detects prey by sight and scent, flicking its tongue in and out. As the tongue slips back into its mouth, it passes over the Jacobson organ which analyzes smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On spotting its prey, it makes a lightening-fast lunge and bites it, injecting venom through its two hollow half-inch long fangs. The fast-acting toxin affects the victim’s nervous system, paralyzing respiratory muscles, resulting in death.&lt;br /&gt;It then swallows its prey, dislocating its jaw to help swallow large ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When startled or threatened, it takes its classic upright position with about one third of its upper body off the ground, hood flared open.&lt;br /&gt;But the King prefers to flee rather than attack, except when cornered or when one accidentally steps on it or its nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the breeding season, it may seem to the uninitiated that two cobras with necks entwined are mating, when in fact they are just two males wrestling over a female. The winner then rubs his chin along his queen’s body calming her and preparing her for mating. The rest of it is too serpentine a tale to go into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen builds a nest by pushing leaves, grass, sticks and soil together to form a pile into which she makes a hollow and lays her eggs, covering them again and then lying over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king guards the eggs along with his queen during the incubation period of two to three months.&lt;br /&gt;The King Cobra sheds its skin four to six times a year during a two-week shedding cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter will be the thing furthest from your mind should you ever encounter this king-in-invisible-clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;www.noelgama.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-6085736800186824920?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/6085736800186824920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=6085736800186824920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6085736800186824920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/6085736800186824920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/11/king-cobra-original-face-off-hood.html' title='King Cobra: The Original Face-Off Hood!'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-7380832470857373751</id><published>2006-11-02T08:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:21:24.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Peacock: National Bird of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/1600/196266/PEACOCK%20-%20GAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/320/287288/PEACOCK%20-%20GAMA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s one beauty that wins ‘tails up’ against any beauty queen in categories like costume, dancing, posing and strutting among others - in spite of being male!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a fan-shaped crest on its head for a crown and a long train of ornamental feathers on its iridescent blue and green body, the Indian peacock is one of the world’s most spectacular birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train of the peacock, is not a true tail but frond-like plumes called  ‘coverts’ that cover the short tail feathers underneath. An adult peacock has about 150 coverts, each measuring about five feet. The train feathers have a series of eyespots that are best seen when the train is erect and fanned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peafowl are sociable and live in a group called ‘ostentation’ or ‘muster’ comprising one male and about five females. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peacock screeches, struts about, spreads out and vibrates his magnificent tail, angling it over his head like a fan to attract the peahen (who has a crest but does not have a train). The more eyespots on the peacock’s train, the more attractive he is to potential mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mating, the feckless peacock’s role is over, and he plays no part in nest-building or raising the young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wild, the peafowl spend much of their time on the ground looking for food. They tend to forage in the same place every day, scratching over earth and leaf litter to uncover worms and seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peafowl warn each other of danger by emitting loud, shrieking cries and honks. They have pointed spurs on the backs of their legs for kicking in defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When flushed, they take flight with little noise, rising almost vertically to the tree tops although they do not fly far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They roost in tall trees at night, to keep safe from predators like dogs, foxes, leopards and tigers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing symbolizes India as accurately and completely as the peacock: the multifaceted cultures in its iridescent blue-green plumage, unity in diversity in the harmony of its clashing colours, the Bharat Natyam in its dancing poses, the classic namaste poise of its head… Go on, look around you at the Diwali lamps, at the fireworks… and add to the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, this non-migratory Indian beauty is found in zoos, parks and gardens all over the world - the de facto  goodwill ambassador of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;www.noelgama.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-7380832470857373751?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/7380832470857373751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=7380832470857373751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/7380832470857373751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/7380832470857373751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/11/peacock-national-bird-of-india.html' title='Peacock: National Bird of India'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-116021251561396835</id><published>2006-10-07T14:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:20:54.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tiger: National Animal of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/1600/78763/Bengal%20Tigers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/320/84394/Bengal%20Tigers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sundarbans jungle in South Bengal, is dark, deep  and marshy with dense undergrowth of mangrove and thick overhang of trees. The sunlight penetrating the foliage from above, casts  patterns of dappled light and shade - perfect camouflage for the Striped One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you venture further down the trail and into the gloom, you tend to get an eerie feeling of being watched. No road sign in the world is as effective as a pug mark on a trail. It will make your very heart stop!  This is no Hollywood Walk of Fame - you are now in tiger country, home of the Royal Bengal Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bengal tiger has the classic orange coat with black stripes, a color variant being the white tiger which is hardly found in the wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers usually hunt at night and rest during the day, often cooling off in rivers and pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers hunt alone, stalking their prey or killing by ambush. They use their excellent eyesight and hearing for tracking prey in the dark. They stealthily slink up on the prey unseen till they are at a distance of about 65 feet and then charge with lightening speed using their powerful hind legs for the final leap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prey is knocked down with a single blow of the huge paws, lethal claws exposed.  The heavily muscled shoulders and front limbs are designed for pulling down prey and the massive jaws with long canine teeth for stabbing the back of the neck and killing it. After the kill, the carcass is dragged into thick cover for feeding. The remains if any, are concealed with leaves for later consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bengal tigers are poached for their valuable pelts as well as bones, teeth and penises for use in Chinese medicine. The tiger, at an estimated population of 1,200-1,500, is a gravely endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I visited Dudhwa National Park in Uttar Pradesh way back in December 1992, I was not lucky enough to spot a tiger but I did meet Billy Arjan Singh (nicknamed ‘Billy’ - meaning ‘cat’ in Hindi - by his aunt because of his love for the big cats). This octogenarian is the second Indian to receive the prestigious J. Paul Getty Wildlife Conservation Award. A former member of the Steering Committee of Project Tiger, Billy spent his entire life working for the conservation of tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Tiger founded in 1973 by the then Prime Minister, Indira Gandhi was an effort at saving the declining population of tigers in the country. The project was launched in the Corbett National Park, the first such sanctuary in the country, which celebrated its 70th anniversary during the National Wildlife Week, October 1st-7th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, all is not well with Project Tiger, going by the spate of recent reports on its performance. The title of an article in the Times of India of 23rd September, 2006 aptly captures the scene at the end of my paper trail - ‘Project Tiger is paper tiger!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;www.noelgama.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-116021251561396835?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/116021251561396835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=116021251561396835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/116021251561396835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/116021251561396835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiger-national-animal-of-india.html' title='Tiger: National Animal of India'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34393253.post-115823050291274685</id><published>2006-09-14T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:23:22.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stingray - Master of Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/1600/776651/stingrayWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3237/4198/320/336714/stingrayWeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Barrier Reef in the western Pacific Ocean, off the coast of Queensland, Australia is the largest coral reef in the world. It is also home to the stingray, a ‘camera-shy’ denizen which has been in the news recently for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a striking resemblance to the Stealth Fighter, this dark beauty glides like an hovercraft over the seabed by gently flapping its wing-like modified fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spends most of its time at the bottom of the ocean because unlike most other fish, it does not have a swim bladder and therefore cannot float. As a result, it sinks to the seabed when it stops moving its fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stingray uses the contrasting coloration of its skin to its advantage both, as predator and as prey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it lies prone on the seabed, its dark, mottled back merges with the murky background. At other times, it covers itself with a thin layer of sand by undulating its sides, making itself almost invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stingray swims up to the surface, its light-colored belly provides perfect camouflage against the bright light that streams into the water from above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a stingray has zeroed in on its prey, it uses its flattened body not only to trap it against the seabed but also to guide the prey to its mouth by undulating the edges of its body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It uses the mottles on its back to advertise its venomous defenses, thus warning off predators like sharks and humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, ‘the sting is in the tail!’ The cartilaginous spine of the stingray runs along the body to form a tail with a sting at the base, with two venom-filled grooves underneath. When the ray lashes out at a victim, the delicate tail skin ruptures on impact, releasing the poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most rays are gentle, only raising their tails in warning but some long-tailed rays attack if startled. Sadly, this is what happened out there on the Great Barrier Reef on the 4th of September 2006, when a ‘camera-toting’ denizen of Australia inadvertently swam over an inconspicuous ray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lightening-speed, the ray struck, its poisonous spine piercing the heart of Animal Planet’s  first citizen and one of planet Earth’s greatest lovers of wildlife - Steve Irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Noël Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;www.noelgama.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34393253-115823050291274685?l=wildlifefile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/feeds/115823050291274685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34393253&amp;postID=115823050291274685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/115823050291274685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34393253/posts/default/115823050291274685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildlifefile.blogspot.com/2006/09/stingray-master-of-disguise.html' title='Stingray - Master of Disguise'/><author><name>Noël Gama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714181721061730952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGzjo2VqPu4/S8gRw2dtORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/As3vzn4RVaY/S220/NGnew.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
