Of course this occasionally happens; deer get their antlers locked in battle, and they can’t get them out. Sometimes they both die.
i’m still looking at this image and it’s so impressive to me
after this guy’s foe died (what do u think the interim was like) did he jsut drag around the carcass until the body fell off at the neck or what. did he go out of his way to behead it. whats the story here. i want to interview this deer
Imagine the rotting face of your enemy being permanently attached to your head.
this is totally metal
this deer is totally metal
ITS A FUCKIN ELK OR REINDEER YOU DUMB SHITS
"that’s a moose duh"
"that’s not a deer that’s an elk"
"That is an elk! An elk isn’t a deer, god. #lol #stupid #ijustknowanimals #itsnotpickyitsjusttrue"
OK FELLAS there seems to be a lot of confusion here and I need to clear it up! It’s fine that not everyone is really into being cervidosophic and might not know how to identify this animal. ~But~ I’m seeing way too many people “correct” the labeling of this animal as a deer.
This is a picture of two bull (male) elk. An elk is a deer.
ELK ARE DEER.
That means that THESE ANIMALS ARE DEER.
Every single elk ever was a deer. “Deer” is not a species. “Deer” is a group of animals including elk. When you think of “deer” you might be thinking of the species “white-tailed deer” or “black-tailed deer” or both of those together. Or maybe, depending on where you live, axis or sika or fallow deer. Every one of these is a deer. So is a moose and a megaloceros.
An elk is not “bigger than a deer” any more than a greyhound is “bigger than a dog.” An elk is a deer, it is also an ungulate, and a mammal, and a chordate, and an animal. This “locking” of antlers happens to many different species of deer, including elk.
Please don’t stress out or freak out because you’re not used to this identification. It’s fine, most people don’t know it probably. But I just want you to know the actual taxonomic classification so I don’t see so many people posting “corrections” that aren’t correct.
Atypical antlers, perfect timing, 3 bucks with locked antlers (one of them lived!), doe eating fawn, raccoon riding boar, ?????, deer with third antler growing out of eye, puma stalking, albino deer, hopefully I don’t have to explain this.
Often dinosaurs are drawn by paleoartists as simply skeletons covered in flesh, with no colors or feathers or strange behaviors. All Yesterdays was published to challenge these traditional drawings, and featured art speculating on the bizarre ways that fossil animals could have looked and acted.
For All Your Yesterdays, paleoartists were invited to submit art in speculation of how extinct animals could have looked and acted. This is called speculative evolution. Although none of the colors or actions chosen in the above images are discernible by referencing the fossil record alone, none are impossible either, given our current knowledge of modern and prehistoric animals.
Christian Masnaghetti's Two-Headed Zupaysaurus. Two-headed animals are not too uncommon; the Venice Beach Freakshow has over a dozen live two-headed red-eared slider turtles. However, the artist concedes that it’s extremely unlikely that a two-headed animal like this one would survive in the wild to adulthood.
Rodrigo Vega's Speculative Spinosaurus. The Spinosaurus that is typically portrayed has a crocodile-like snout and a massive sail on his back. Vega illustrates the Spinosaurus with a trunk-like snout and a bison-like hump on his back.
These talented artists all worked for free, so if you like their work please take a moment to visit their pages and shop around. All Your Yesterdays is also free online (liked above) with an optional donation to the editors.
Chase No Face lost her nose and eyelids in an accident she endured as a kitten. Today she is healed and, according to ten different veterinarians, not in pain. She lives with a loving family in Kentucky, and her humans post silly pictures and videos of her on the internet. In this video she’s sneezing, and in this video she is seen running a purr motor on the dishwasher.
Her facebook page has over 42,000 fans and cat lovers donate to pay for her meds on the Chase No Face blog. She writes via her human proxies “I’m a happy kitty and hope to help humans feel just as great about themselves and realize that not everyone looks perfect and that is ok! =^..^=”
Speculative evolutionis the art and science of hypothesizing about how animals will evolve or would or could have evolved if history had taken an alternate route.
What if the the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs had never struck? What will animals look like in 10 million years? How were pterosaurs colored? There’s no way to know for sure; there are limitations on how we can interpret such sparse input that we get from fossils. But with these remains, consideration of how modern animals look and act, as well as a dose of creativity, we can speculate.
Pictured above are selections from Dougal Dixon’s 1988 book The New Dinosaurs: An Alternative Evolution, which is available in its entirety online. Dixon, who is credited with having created the field of speculative biology, considered in The New Dinosaurs how life on earth would look today if not for the Cretaceous-Paleogene extinction. The top image, the Lank, could represent how some pterosaurs would have evolved, losing their wings and taking to the ground to fill a niche and phenotype very similar to a modern giraffe.
In 2003, the Discovery Channel/Animal Planet aired The Future is Wild, which speculated on what earth would look like millions of years after humans had left. The Discovery Channel consulted with dozens of scientists, including Dixon, producing fantastical animals such as a flying fish called the “flish” and a gibbon-like squid called the squibbon.
She had been dead for a while when I found her. Her bones, dry and sun-bleached, were scattered widely on the side of the hill, her skull fragmented and almost unidentifiable. She was just young blacktail deer. Too many of the dead animals I find are so young, even fawns.
Deer, coyotes, turkey vultures and Jericho crickets inhabit Macedo Ranch, hills nestled in an unknown corner of Mt. Diablo. Cattle languidly chew the grass, which is characteristically golden most of the year. Residents don’t like this living gold, and they don’t want it in their gardens. They think the native grass looks dead. It’s not. It’s just drought resistant; it dries in the summer and comes green again in the spring, as verdant as ever. You should be so lucky as to come back from the dead.
You can get to the top of the mountain by starting at Macedo Road, through trails that are cut through with shallow creeks, where red-winged blackbirds call in the cattails, and over bare rock. I have run hundreds of miles here, most of the time never having realized how many skeletons rest there to be found, if you just know where to look. Cattle were brought to these hills by the Spanish to feed Mission San Jose, and to this day their descendants live and die in the shadow of the Devil Mountain. In dry creek beds and at the convergence of hills I find, touch, arrange skeletons, morbid but an osteal testament to the animal in life. Of course I would rather find the animal herself, alive, but bones are noticeably easier to catch. My deer waited patiently where the hills met the road.
Jane Doe was a victim of the edge effect, wherein the ecological community of a habitat is affected by sharing a boundary with another habitat or urban area. There are herds of Colombian blacktail deer that live in these hills, but as they venture closer to the city, they spend more time in gardens and crossing streets, and so they are more vulnerable to being hit by cars. On dozens of occasions I have found dead birds, squirrels, raccoons, and deer just a few feet from the road. Given her proximity to the street, it’s most likely that Jane died after being struck by a motorist. It’s okay I suppose; the deer population is still stable in this area. There is consolation in that fact. She wasn’t any sort of keystone; the logical conservationist sheds no tears for her.
Years ago I found a familiar calico pelt flattened on the side of the road. The pattern was random but unmistakable. It was the remains of my first cat, who had met the same fate as Jane. The cat population didn’t suffer much, and the ecosystem was not disrupted. I am a conservationist, I’ve been involved in countless environmental efforts and minored in sustainability, studying statistics and population curves on charts, and I am astutely logical. But my cat was not just an organism or a part of a food web. She was Mew Mew. She had slept in the crib with my sister. So I cried for her.
I made a simulacrum, I laid down the scattered bones as they may have been perimortem. I didn’t know Jane Doe, and she wasn’t my pet, but I doubt that thinking of the natural cycle of life and death and the food web would have brought her much consolation in her final moments. Was she the same fawn who had hid in my own back yard? Did she bleat at her herd members before expiring? I picked up her triangular distal phlanges, from toes that skittered up the yellow hillside. I saw fear in her eye-sockets, a ghost of when she hesitated, a deer in the headlights. She wasn’t the first skeleton I’d found, and wouldn’t be the last. She had been dead for a while when I found her, and soon she’ll be grown over with golden grass.
The cuttlefish can change its color, pattern, shape, and texture on command to blend into their environs, communicate with other cuttlefish, and to threaten potential predators. They can also produce undulating lights to confuse their prey. These cephalopods are considered among the most intelligent invertebrates.
Shopping for Spells: Exploring Four of the World’s Witchcraft Markets
Some practicing witches purport to be able to cure and transform people, or create favorable, or unfavorable, conditions. And these witches require supplies for their conjuring, and for this there are witchcraft markets. However, it’s not just people who claim a connection to witchcraft who have a need for candles, incense, herbs, oils, soaps, potions, and supplies for assisting the balance of a situation. Tourists, curiosity seekers, and the desperate also seek out these spiritual supply supercenters.
A fascinating, yet morbid set of markets. I would love to go to Marché des Fetischeurs, although there are ethical concerns both for the wildlife and for anyone seeking real medicine. However, the article states that vendors claim that the animals are not killed for the purposes of sale, and people only go to them for medicine if they cannot afford or have already tried traditional medicine.
It’s so neat seeing all these artists draw craniofacial duplication, one of my favorite things! This is a T-shirt design contest for thebrainscoop. Take a moment to vote for your favorite on the surveymonkey link. Mine is #15, if you like what I do.