From a much longer Associated Press article, this excerpt tells why Egypt wondered if someone outside of Egypt was spying from overhead.
By TONY G. GABRIEL
CAIRO (AP) – In a case that ruffled feathers in Egypt, authorities have detained a migratory bird that a citizen suspected of being a spy.
A man in Egypt’s Qena governorate, some 450 kilometers (280 miles) southeast of Cairo, found the suspicious bird among four others near his home and brought them to a police station Friday, said Mohammed Kamal, the head of the security in the region.
There, officers and the man puzzled over the electronic device attached to the suspected winged infiltrator. On Saturday, a veterinary committee called by concerned government officials determined the device was neither a bomb nor a spying device.
Instead, they discovered it was a wildlife tracker used by French scientists to follow the movement of migrating birds.
The implications of this will amaze you if you are a student of mind control. It appears to be done through chemistry. You need to watch this to the end to see the most amazing part. Watch what the host does for the enemy that destroys it.
The bird family that includes crows and ravens is highly intelligent. More so than some people sometimes. Anyway, here are two videos that made me smile. In one, the raven speaks in an eerily human voice. In the second, a wild raven allows a human to pull porcupine quills from his face.
Two videos featuring Ravens that will amaze you. Click on the link for the first one. The second is embedded in this post, so click on the image.
In March, 2008, National Geographic published an article called “Animal Minds.” In the article, the author Virginia Morell discusses studies in animal intelligence. In particular, she talks about Alex, an African grey parrot that spent thirty years learning human language.
“. . . Under Pepperberg’s patient tutelage, Alex learned how to use his vocal tract to imitate almost one hundred English words, including the sounds for all of these foods, although he calls an apple a “banerry.”
“Apples taste a little bit like bananas to him, and they look a little bit like cherries, so Alex made up that word for them,” Pepperberg said. . . .”
Pretty creative bird to put together his own word for a food based on its taste and appearance. Maybe the bird should go to work for Kool-Aid naming new kids’ drinks.
I find it amazing that many animals–parrots, dogs, apes–have learned to understand human language and use either speech or communication devices to make themselves understood. Have you heard of one human being–other than the fictional Dr. Dolittle–who could communicate in dog, bird or monkey? Nope? Me neither.
I guess that proves it: Animals are smarter than we are.
Best animal costume ever!
from Eastern Panhandle Saddle Club, WV
Today’s weather was too perfect. I couldn’t stand it. I saddled up Jake and had a talk with him about taking care of me and being the “perfect” horse so I could take my first horseback ride since shoulder surgery in late January. No one else was around to watch us. No one knew I was going riding. It was a calculated risk. I was trusting my horse.
Normally in spring, a horse is frisky. If the horse hasn’t been ridden in a while, he’s even more frisky.
In the field, Jake acted like any other horse with spring fever: he bucked, reared, pawed the ground. At feeding time, he bolted from the pasture to the feed bucket quicker than a Kentucky Derby colt running for the finish line.
But today, Jake listened to my request. Jake walked without incident on our first jaunt around the neighborhood. He was absolutely perfect, just as I asked him to be. Even when a motorcycle passed about ten feet away from him. Even when three noisy vintage sports cars rumbled close by.
Getting off wasn’t so bad. It was the getting off part that I didn’t know how to do with a bum shoulder. The fear of re-injuring myself while dismounting kept me out of the saddle. Instead, it turned out the hardest part was getting the heavy saddle up on him. He stood perfectly still while I awkwardly pushed the saddle up onto his back, mostly with my left hand. I struggled to tighten the girth.
Several years ago I fractured my tailbone and the T-12 vertebrae in a fall from a horse’s back. Due to that injury, now I have to mount a horse using a step ladder. It can be precarious, but if that is what it takes to get me hoisted into the saddle, so be it. That’s why it is important to have a good horse.
My arm is a bit sore now after the workout. I don’t care. I am a happy camper. I had my first horseback ride in months. I am head-over-heels in love with my horse. My Jake; what a good boy he is.