what i see

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 🐢 sea turtles 🐢

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happy world turtle day

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jellegét

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SS18 #nanushka #humingbird

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Bought this t-shirt 2 days ago, just 2 hours before getting some news about the recenz density of hummingbirds in Southeast Asia.

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hummingbird, Budapest

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A young girl reacts as she is greeted by Juno, a fifteen-year-old male beluga whale, at Mystic Aquarium.

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with a view

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stuck in the middle with you

somewhere we will meet

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anya apa én (at Tótkomlós)

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by Baldur Thorvaldsson.

Orca bull with his tall and erect dorsal fin breaks through the waves with the magnificent snow-capped Mount Kirkjufell in the background.

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The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

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C #silverlinings (at Cefalù)

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farewell ana kras (at Nanushka)

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farewell (at Radnóti Miklós Utca)

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turf #sportsfield (at Majorka)

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clay (at ELMŰ Sporttelep)