#catsears

[allperfectpets]

Why Are Cats Ears Hot?

Unlocking the Mystery Behind Cat Ear Temperature

Cats are interesting animals, frequently leaving us stupefied with their puzzling ways of behaving. One captivating peculiarity many cat proprietors have seen is the glow of their shaggy companion's ears. The inquiry "Why are cats' ears hot?" has confounded pet fans and veterinarians the same. In this article, we will dive into the subject of cat ear temperature, investigating the explanations for this novel trademark. Thus, we should leave on this excursion and uncover the insider facts concealed inside our catlike companions' ears!

[thebotanicalarcade]

n304_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: British plant-galls London,Methuen & co. ltd.[1912] biodiversitylibrary.org/page/57102659

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

I love you dandelions. I love you clovers. I love you thistles. I love you catsear. I love you prickly lettuce. I love you weeds. I love you plants that no one else does because they think the perfect lawn is just short cropped grass

[electrobiology]

infiltration time!!!!

the team is wheatgrass the ampharos (pictured), beet the feraligatr, endive the red gyarados, and catsear the flareon. + lil guy the rattata who uses cut and rock smash for me.

[ravensfarmblog]

This is what we're starting with:

As you can see, the soil doesn't have much organic matter, and it is rather sandy, without aggregates. The plants that are here right now are mostly non-native grasses & catsear, with some hardy natives like selfheal.

We're going to start by deep mulching (often called sheet mulching or lasagna gardening) this fall, with an eye towards planting in the spring. We will plant some things this fall, mostly leafy greens & raspberries once they've gone dormant. The deep mulching will add lots of organic matter, support soil life (which in turn supports plant life), kill off the grass, and just generally improve everything.

One of the big things we'll be doing is interplanting, with a wide range of species. Some to help support mycorrhizae, some to make it harder for insect pest to find our crops, and some to provide habitat for beneficial insects. Things like white clover, marigolds, and yarrow. I don't have pictures to post of that yet, so you'll just have to imagine!

[ravens-farm]

Here's to the start of something new & exciting! We're starting a garden here, and as you can see, we're going to be doing some major soil building.

We're starting with this lawn that's a mix of grasses, catsear, and occasional native plants that are on the hardier side, like selfheal and salal.

There's three main areas we'll be creating: a open shruby praire with native plants, forest paths with more native plants, and a large garden area for non-native food crops such as raspberries & potatoes.

Today, we started off the process by marking where the garden will be, and then adding some finished compost to the future raspberry rows, and then mulching those with clippings from the surrounding lawn. I would be concerned about weeds, but the current plan is to layer many more layers of organic matter- so it's lucky that two of us work as gardeners, so we'll have lots of grass clippings and fall leaves to contribute. The idea is to build up a thick layer of organic matter, and then plant raspberries bare root while they're dormant. Hopefully we'll have added enough organic matter, and the raspberries will have re-established enough that by summer they won't need much watering.

In between the rows, we've sown a mix of clovers and insectiary plants that'll remain dormant until the fall rains start. Over time, we'll add low growing native plants, just as selfheal & yarrow that can handle foot traffic and can compete with clover.

Larger native plants will be moved to the forest area or the praire area, and we'll be working to make these better habitat. Part of that we started today by cutting down invasive holly & Himalayan blueberries. It'll be a long process but we'll get there!

[soapver4]

Slumber in Monochrome Botany

Element expansion idea: A rugby team — which includes their feisty female manager, a dainty boy assistant and hunky all-male players — walking through a pitch-dark forest during a total solar eclipse see on the reemergence of light that they are now effectively Lilliputian Gretel and Hansels surrounded by gingerbread houses in the form of plant photographer Karl Blossfeldt's strange monochrome fruits and by witches in the form of his entangled gray tendrils.

We see whimsical sequences of the players putting their footwork, strong grip and spatial awareness, all of which have earned them the top spot in the World Rugby Rankings in this unspecified year, to use to navigate the tricky terrain. The assistant, on the other hand, trips and rolls off a giant, hairy catsear leaf. The manager grabs hold of him but falls over herself while pulling the assistant up. A player then does the same to the manager but ends up falling with her. Manager and player walk around on clutches improvised from fragments of gigantic horsetails from now on.

As the days roll by and the exit to the transformed, maze-like forest remains nowhere in sight, the team half-jokes that they are really rugby board game figurines a bored Hermes, the scheming Greek god of athletics, has absentmindedly tossed into his backyard garden after amusing himself. Their long list of accolades in the outside world increasingly looks meaningless. That is not so bad as they are in this together. The male lead, not uncoincidentally the team's top player, grows terribly insecure, though. In the absence of statistics, the significance of his superior technical skills is disappearing. He is now just another guy on an abandoned, cursed team. In contrast, the manager's injury only highlights her capability more. Limping but ever radiating, she proves herself a wizard at problem solving even in such weird surroundings as she coordinates shelter construction, designs rainwater filtration structures and devises skin and mouth tests to gauge plant edibility. In so many ways, she is a gorgeous splash of color in this bleak place in the eyes of the entire team. What right does he have to remain paired with her as a power couple?

Worse, she seems distracted when they are together. The male lead does try to shake off his thoughts, reminding himself that perceptions triggered by his impostor syndrome are as much an illusion as the oversized plant parts they are lost among. To his utter horror, however, she freely admits in a heated confrontation that her heart is presently with someone else.

The enraged male lead presses her for the identity of that person, but the manager merely laughs that no outsider can truly understand the love between two people anyway. Burning with madness, the male lead starts to scrutinize everyone who is looking too blissful in the bizarre forest. Did the player on clutches and the manager fall in love with each other as they romantically fell over the catsear leaf together? Or maybe he underestimated the dainty assistant. Maybe the assistant's air of fragility satisfied a woman's evolutionarily-driven desire to have someone to care after. Or maybe any player seeing how the male lead's throne has become pointless is taking the chance to seize the queen for himself. Speaking of which, why is she flirty with all and sundry? The mystery starts with everybody and ends with everybody.

Let's make this quick. The male lead breaks off fragments of a humongous passion flower bud and writes invitations to a rendezvous to all the suspects, urging secrecy and signing off as "Your Most Precious Dawg." That will be ambiguous enough to throw off innocent suspects. The location is indicated through a reference to a forest corner matching "my" (the manager's) name. Fortuitously for him, multiple team members have names corresponding to different aspects of the forest. Who will turn up in the right place?

On the day of reckoning, the male lead's eyes widen in disbelief as a number of people start converging at that location. He hurries down the towering dogwood twig he has been hiding on. Snag! One of those witchy tendrils wraps itself around his torso and hauls him up the air. The male lead wriggles in desperation as he feels like the squeezing tendril is breaking his young body into fragments for no strong reason.

All of a sudden, the tendril somewhat loosens its grip such that the male lead can finally breathe. The panting player then sees the entire body of males in their team looking up at him. They begin to help him down, but he, he barks at them for their collective betrayal. Before long, the message receivers piece together the puzzle.

Hurt ensues. The dainty assistant declares that he shall woo the manager for real from now on. The male lead grimaces and spits at his hypocrisy. One by one, several others make the same declaration. The male lead hollers like a beast dying under a thousand cuts. Urging all of them to calm down, the player who tried to save the manager reasons to the male lead: Yes, every single male on the team is romantically attracted to the manager; no, none of them would have crossed the line. They may never get to play rugby again but their sportsmanship is and will always be perfectly intact. On the other hand, the male lead is wrecking emotional havoc on himself before the grotesque forest detectably wrecks the health of anyone.

"Shameless liar! Are you telling me her new paramour is a ghost or a Cheshire cat?"

"Cut it out," the manager makes a stately entrance despite her clutches.

Mortified that his girl is also witnessing his deplorable state, the male lead closes his eyes for a while, finally takes a deep breath and pleads with the manager, "I'm terribly sorry that I flared up at you that day. Tell me, dear, that you invented your new romantic interest out of spite."

The manager sighs. As she helps him down with the assistance of the other guys, she apologizes for her change of heart and her brusque communication, without making any excuse for herself. Nevertheless, she firmly tells him that no one deserves his hostility in the absence of evidence. And if a romantic partner would drop him so swiftly because of adversity, he should just as swiftly spin away such an unworthy partner to the person's unlucky new lover like how he passes on a rugby ball with strength and finesse. She proceeds to slather ointment onto the male lead, but he stops her:

"The only thing that can heal me is the answer. Give me the evidence yourself then."

This moment reminds the others why they were an item.

"Like, X-ray my heart? You already heard the truth up there."

A bulb goes off in a player's head. He exclaims, "I get it! He got stuck by approaching this like a closed circle mystery. The answer is out there, in the normal world."

"It's this world."

Through the manager's eyes, we trace the lines and arcs of the grand botanical structures, some wild like fire and some seemingly adapted from Roman pillars, stare up at their intricate webs of veins and fiber, spreading across the sky above when you are underneath, and take in the rich hues of gray all around. The sheen of leaf wax is magnificent in the absence of color distraction. Grotesque? She applied bright red lipstick and adorned pink, frilly dresses because she equated them with womanhood. She applied for a managerial position because all those around her saw her as a born leader. She joined the sports industry because they saw the sunny, energetic girl as a sports person. She dated because romance is meant to be a natural part of life. But only now, among the enchanted, rebellious blackness of all shades, does she feel her heart truly swelling and her lungs fully breathing. Epic dreams and indescribable feelings spring forth and expand as she beholds and meanders through it. The forest's embrace is where she wants to spend an entire lifetime in.

Everyone is slack-jawed. How can you possibly have romantic love for a non-person? Just then, a player gasps and points at something, and the crowd looks in that direction. Pink glows are spreading up the oversized stalks and stems. They feel the temperature of the air steadily rising. A minute later, the entire forest speeds away from the team. Whooping and waving a clutch at the forest in exhilaration, the manager hobbles after it at an unbelievably rapid speed. The rest of the team chases her.

[southernsolarpunk]

05/30/2023

Some more blooms! California poppy and a cornflower/bachelor button + BEANS

Hoping to collect a ton of cornflower seeds b/c it’s native around here and it LOVES this area. There’s a field on the way to town that’s covered in cornflower and catsear/false dandelion and it’s literally so gorgeous.

[nylon28diaries]

Cat costume with a difference, all you need is some heels and cats ears. And most importantly a good pair of nylons, 60 denier preferably.

[germunity]

Heute Das Gewöhnliche Ferkelkraut (Hypochaeris radicata), nicht Rosa, sondern Gelb kommt es daher. Meins wächst an einem Kreisel in Hamburg Hamm, quasi mitten im Weg! Die gesamte Nordhalbkugel ist seie Heimat, ursprünglich mal aus Europa kommend hat es sich fast weltweit verbreitet, wohl im Gepäck des Menschen. Wikipedia sagt es ist „ein Neophyt im südlichen Afrika, auf Madagaskar, Mauritius und den Azoren, in Indien, Japan, Taiwan und Yunnan, in Nord- und Südamerika, in Australien, Neuseeland und auf Hawaii“ Also kein Bier auf Hawaii aber das Ferkelkraut ;) Schon krass es hat es quasi ein mal um die Welt geschafft, ohne Füsse oder Flügel. Kommt gut in den Abend und noch besser durch die Nacht und in den Morgen! Today the common catsear, flatweed or false dandelion (Hypochaeris radicata), not pink but yellow it appears. Mine grows at a roundabout in Hamburg Hamm, quasi in the middle of the pavement! The whole northern hemisphere is its home, originally coming from Europe, it has spread almost worldwide, probably in the luggage of humans. Wikipedia says it is "a neophyte in southern Africa, on Madagascar, Mauritius and the Azores, in India, Japan, Taiwan and Yunnan, in North and South America, in Australia, New Zealand and Hawaii". So no beer in Hawaii but the piglet weed ;) It's a weird thing that made it around the world, without feet or wings. Come well into the evening and even better through the night and into the morning! . . . . . . #ferkelkraut #hypochaerisradicata #catsear #catsears #flatweed #falsedandelion #korbblütler #wildkräuterliebe #botanik #gewoonbiggenkruid #costolinagiuncolina #porcelleenracinée #natureprevails #cityplants #pavementplants #plantsinthecity #kleingarten #schrebergarten #gartenglück #gartenfreude #kleingartenliebe #hammerblumen #plantnet #plantnetapp #blumenfoto #blumenfotos #blümen #blumenfotografie #blomster #blomfotografering (hier: Hamburg-Horn) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAk5Pl_gXHe/?igshid=1ny9qegr30cqc

[mann-photos]

Enter at your own risk! #cagefighter . . . . . #photoshoot #caution #derelict #tattoo #tattooed #dreads #pinkdreads #boots #leather #catsears https://www.instagram.com/p/BtZ7VnKAko2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kjo76vdm6ej9

[necromaniackat]

Meow #alternative #alternativegirl #emo #goth #horror #bodypositivity #bodypositive #makeup #catgirl #catsears #pinkeyeshadow #pinkhair #selfconfidence #selflove #selfcare #anime #selfiesunday https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ4tC_eg2GN/?igshid=a77pfr6q9dd

[ninaandnoutchou]

Nap time for Noutchou 🐾💙💤 #mainecoonkittenboy #mainecoonblue #mainecoonofinstagram #mainecoongram #maine_coon_online #catsnip #catsears #mainecoon_nl #mainecoon_id #mainecoon_ig #mainecoonlovers (à Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur, France)

[empathwayhealing]

This is #catsears #hypochaerisradicata (I love her name 😊) which can be mistaken for #dandelion due to similar leaf pattern and yellow flowers. Check out the differences, catsear is flat and the leaves are hairy. Dandelion can start out flat but will eventually stand up, plus there are no hairs . Both are #edible and #medicinalherbs The root of both plants can be made into faux #coffegrounds without the caffeine 🥰 Both can be eaten raw or cooked. #medicinaluses #uti #inflammation #gallstones #rhemumatism #weakstomach #constipation hypoglycemia #doyourresearch Consult your doctor for all advice #believeinyourself #AlyxsaShuray @empathicmodalities https://www.instagram.com/p/CA5OtKApT-t/?igshid=16rf5gvwm3n9q

[themysticautistic]

Yes, that is my dog wearing cat ears. Just your average day in my household. We are all a little unusual here. Lola also loves to sport a pair of her favourite Antlers closer to the big man in the red suites holiday! She makes a truly wonderfull reindeer. But right now its cat ears and frankly...why the heck not. She actualy, genuinely, likes to wear them. Far be it from me to deny the doodle some headband action. And with the spirit of Halloween tickling our ankles, perhaps cat ears are quite in keeping after all. Awwwww. ❤❤❤ 💀👻👽👻🎃👻👽👻💀 #cats #catsears #catsofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #dogs #dogsnose #labradoodlesofinstagram #labradoodlelove #labradoodlesofig #labradoodle #doodle #f1doodles #apricotdoodles #halloweencostume #halloween #mydoglovesdressup #dogcostume #dogclothes #sequins #purtty