Mom watches over her seven piglets as they forage in the yard in front of the house. Mangoes are the big lure for them, but they’re currently in short supply. Last time I looked, I only saw one lonely mango up there. By the time the next crop comes around, mom will likely be shepherding a new batch of piglets.
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Light standards tower over a work area, inside a gate at the Port of Kawaihae. The headline says what they make me think of.
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The fruit and leaves of the Autograph Tree (Clusia rosea) are toxic to humans and animals. When the fruit is ripe, it opens to reveal red seeds, which are dispersed by birds, animals and the weather. This is a spent fruit after that process is finished.
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The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 159. Captions are on the photos. You can see more responses here.
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I saw this small Whitemouth Moray Eel sticking out from a gap in the rocks. With its mouth open, it’s easy to identify.
So why is this posted for Becky’s Squares: Seven (see more responses here)? Well, this eel sports 2,408 visible white spots, which is seven to the power of four plus seven. OK, you counters out there – over to you!
At my local swimming spot, there’s a row of big rocks to prevent anyone driving off the edge of the parking area into the ocean. Before anyone says ‘No one would be that dumb,’ there’s a raft of examples I can offer that prove the contrary.
One of the rocks has a good-sized depression on the top and this has become a watering spot for the local bird population. People clean it out and top it up with fresh water on a daily basis. Most of the birds seem to get along and don’t appear to mind the many wasps that avail themselves of the opportunity for a drink. There are feral cats in the area though, so the birds are always looking around, never able to relax completely.
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I saw this on a walk at Upolu and, for obvious reasons, immediately thought of posting it for Becky’s Squares: Seven (See more responses here).
Looking around, I didn’t see an H, L, or P, so continued on my way without searching.
I was driving home from my afternoon walk at Upolu, when I saw this mushroom by the side of the road. It was hard to miss, though I apparently managed that on my way down. I had to stop and spend a little time on hands and knees, getting photos.
While I was doing that, the rusty little wheels in my head started grinding and it occurred to me that the mushroom must be around seven inches in diameter. So I got my tape measure from the car, and it turned out to be exactly that.
It’s a Green-spored Parasol Mushroom (Chlorophyllum molybdites), and goes by several other names including Vomiter! Wikipedia calls it ‘the most commonly misidentified poisonous mushroom in North America,’ because its similar to some edible mushrooms.
Even the rusty little wheels knew chopping it into my next scramble wasn’t a great idea.
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Graham's Island 