#little red brocket

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Little red brocket "Mazama" rufina

Observed by juanalju, CC BY-NC

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Drawing Deer Species 36/50

Little Red Brocket

The Little Red Brocket is found only on a small stretch of Colombian and Peruvian mountain range, and is vulnerable to becoming endangered.

Not much is known about this deer, but it prefers high altitudes of páramo alpine and thick forests.

This brocket goes back quite some time, and is thought to be an ancient food source of some of the earliest humans of South America.

The Little Red Brocket has been apparently spotted only 15 times officially. It likes to seek out wet farms such as sugarcane and sleeps in the soil amongst the crops.

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Day 4: Little red brocket

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Little Red Brocket Deer

Lucas Pacheco / Getty Images

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Star Wars daemon au redraw #3:

Din Djarin + African Painted Dog [Lycaon pictus]

Cara Dune + Mountain Lion [Puma concolor]

(Unfortunately I wasn't able to fit in Omera and her Red Brocket daemon, it was getting a little crowded)

Armorer Din FrogFam 212th Brass

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UnderTale Papyrus Faun

Name: Brocket

Species: Red brocket

Size: 1.5 - 3.5 feet tall(fullsize) 7 - 8 inches tall(mini) 7.10 - 11 feet tall(bara)

Personality: Shy, caring, excitable,

Likes: Puzzles, helping, learning, playing,

Dislikes: aggressive/rude/mean people/bitties, overly messy areas, excessive swearing, being inside to long, small spaces,

Compatibility: They can be a little hyperactive at times, but this means that they're happy and comfortable in their home!

They are very caring and love to help,

They enjoy things like hiking and camping, and are great companions for those types of hobbies,

They love puzzles and love to do puzzles with others, no matter what kind,

Feeding habits: Fauns are mainly herbivores, Brocket's like pastas,

Additional info: Brocket's aren't as shy as other fauns and can easily adjust to new places, but will need time to adjust to new people/bitties,

Zone: Plains, Woods, Jungle,

In Universe: Brocket's are seen as a good beginner faun bitty as they aren't as shy as other faun bitties!

Difficulty: Beginner

Features:

Main colors: Brown, orange, tan, white,

Secondary colors: Brown, tan, orange, white,

Extra: N/A

Additional info: mostly solid, lighter underbelly,

[izzygyrl]

Life, Liberty, and Family: {Uncle!Melbourne x Sick!Reader}

Words: 1,609

Info: Anon request for a Lord Melbourne request. Related it to the GIF imagine I made here: XXX

ENJOY!

The day in question started out like any other day for the Prime Minister of England, Lord Melbourne. It was around two in the afternoon when Melbourne was sitting across from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, as they were wrapping up their weekly meeting in the White Drawing Room when there was an intruding knock at the door to the room. Both the Queen and his Lordship were quite surprised when after Victoria gave her word of consent a white wigged, red coated footman came through the door with a look of utter embarrassment and something else that the Prime Minister could not place. “What is the meaning of this sir?” Victoria asked with a hint of curiosity but also frustration in her tone. It was well known that Her Majesty didn’t like being disturbed when she was meeting with her friend and Prime Minister.

The footman turned almost as white as the well-groomed wig on his head. He gave a hasty bow to the Queen and Melbourne thought the wig he was wearing was going to fly off the man bowed so fast. As he rose he snapped his heels together and became as stiff as a tree trunk. “My sincerest apologies Ma’am but a messenger from Lord Melbourne’s house of Brocket Hall has come with an urgent message for him.” The footman hastily informed the two.

Lord Melbourne glanced at the Queen who met his look and he saw the curiosity and confusion in her own gaze. She quickly turned back to the footman and ordered him to send the messenger in.

Almost immediately a young man in riding clothes came charging into the room. Lord Melbourne recognized the man as his young Master of Horse at Brocket Hall. His usually neat clean cut hair was in disarray and he clothes were caked with dirt. With a wild look in his eye he hastily bowed to her Majesty before he rose and the look in the man's eyes sent Lord Melbourne's heart pounding.

“Mr. Mathis what in world-!” But before Melbourne could finish the young man began to hastily explain.

“Please forgive me Your Majesty, My Lord.” After glancing at the Queen he turned his gaze upon his employer. “Lord Melbourne its Miss (Y/N).” His voice grim.

At the mention of his niece’s name, the Prime Minister’s head snapped up and he became nauseous.

 If his own Master of Horse had trekked 25 miles to bring him news about his young ward something was not well.

“Whatever is the matter?”

“After you left yesterday sir, Miss (Y/N) went riding. As she was coming back her horse was spooked and it threw her. She was fine up until last night when she developed a terrible fever. The doctors suggested I rush to get you.” He said.

Lord Melbourne couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stood silent for a moment before he turned towards the Queen but before he could say anything she called for a footman. A white wigged man came in the room.

“Have my two strongest horses put on one of my carriages to get Lord Melbourne home as quickly as possible.” She ordered. With a quick bow and a “Yes Your Majesty.” The footman disappeared to do as bid.

The prime minister turned to the Queen, at a loss for words. “You’re Majesty-.” He said but she placed a hand on his arm and he became silent. “Go.” Was all she said.

Without a word the Prime Minister gave a bow to her before he hastily strode out the room leaving the Queen to only wonder and hope that the young lady who her Prime Minister so cared about would be alright.

Within 10 minutes the carriage was ready and Lord Melbourne and his young Master of Horse were on their way home to Brocket Hall.

(Y/N) was his elder brother, Penniston’s daughter. His brother died when the child was only five-still a babe. Only 21 at the time, Melbourne took the child as his own. He had always been fond of the little girl. (Y/N) viewed her uncle as a father and the two had always been quite close. This was one of the Prime Minister’s worst fears come true. As the man’s thoughts were on that of his niece, he silently wrung his leather gloves between his hands as they traveled through the countryside.

They arrived home just after 8 in the evening. The horses had done well and were lathered with sweat. Before someone could rush to get the carriage door open-even before the carriage came to a full stop, Lord Melbourne had jumped out before rushing into the large house.

  Hastily handing his gloves, hat and walking stick to a young servant boy he saw his housekeeper Mrs. Miller coming hastily down to meet him. He met her halfway. “How is she?” He asked the plump woman as she came to meet him.

Together they turned and began to head up the stairs. “Her fever broke about an hour ago but she’s still very weak from the ordeal My Lord.” The woman told him as she held her skirts up as they climbed the stairs making sure not to trip over them. As they headed up the stairs, Lord Melbourne turned towards the left and up the final landing before turning right and heading straight into his niece’s room.

In bed was his niece (Y/N). In a chair by her bed was her governess, silently watching over the young woman while a roaring fire cast shadows around the room. When he entered, both his niece and her governess’s head turned. The governess stood up and gave a small bow, but he ignored it, for his only concern was the girl in the bed. As he strode into the room and to her side, (Y/N) reached out for him and he grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. It was limp in his own hands. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and gazed down at his niece.

“You came back.” His niece’s voice was hoarse and weak and a pang went through his heart at the sound. He gave her a small smile before he replied. “I came as soon as I could when I got word of what had happened.” He told her. “How are you feeling?” He asked her.

The crackling of the fire filled the room with small pops and hisses as he waited for his niece’s response. The young woman scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m perfectly fine. Everyone here frets too much” She told him. The Prime Minister couldn’t help but give smile through pursed lips.

 His niece had always been a strong willed young lady-not unlike another young woman he knew. Many times he saw comparisons between his niece and Her Majesty the queen. Both were strong and willful young ladies.

“That’s not what I’ve been hearing my dear.” He said to her. The young woman gave him a look before she sighed. “I’ve been poked and prodded more times than can count these past two days and haven’t had a moment's peace with everyone running ‘round the house fretting over me.” She said, each word becoming a little stronger than the last.  

Lord Melbourne chuckled. “Understandable my dear.” He said. “But it was for your own well being.” He told her and he gently pushed a lock of her hair out of her eyes. She reached up and grabbed his hand and held it in her own. “My horse spooked as we were crossing the creek and I feel into the creek.” She told him.

He nodded. “That explains the fever.” He said.

“How did you get here so fast?” (Y/N) asked.

And so he informed her on the events that took place earlier that day and as he spoke the young girl’s eyes got wider and wider as he explained further. When he had finished she covered her face with her hands in what seemed to be embarrassment. “Everyone at court will probably know by now.” The girl said. Once again the prime minister chuckled. “I suppose but why does it matter? What matters-.” He said and he grabbed his niece’s hands and took them into his own, making her look at him. “Is that I’m here now and here I will stay until you are well again.” He said to her.

The young woman couldn’t help but be relieved at hearing those words. Her uncle’s presence was a great comfort to her and she was glad he was home. “When I’m well enough I must write the Queen and thank her for her kindness.” (Y/N) said almost an afterthought.

Lord Melbourne smiled at his niece. “All in due time my dear. But for now you must rest.” He said and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’ll come and check in on you in the morning.” He said.

The young girl nodded and as he stood up he readjusted the bedding so it covered her more. “Sleep well my dear.” He said.

She gave him a small smile. “Goodnight Uncle.” He smiled and nodded. “Goodnight.” And he began to walk out of the room. Just as he reached the door, he heard his niece call out to him. He stopped and turned towards her.

She gave a small smile before she said, “Thank you.”

He gazed at her before nodding in reply before turning and exiting the room, heading for his drawing room to write correspondence to the queen, thanking her for her help and informing her that the young lady was going to be alright.

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Little red brocket “Mazama” rufina

Observed by jorgebrito, CC-BY-NC

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#igquiltfest day 21 special finish. So this is a quilt inspired by the postage stamp quilt in Jane Brocket's book the gentle art of quilt making. I was just winging it at this point and trying stuff out. It's squares set on point ( which I did before I knew what "on point" meant 🤣) with some added bits to make a frame. The fabric is some of my daughters dresses from when she was a baby and toddling about. The red spotty fabric is from a pair of nappy pants (if that's what you call them, a pair of big pants you put over a nappy😁) the denim was a dungaree dress that had an embroidered mouse on the pocket which she used to put her dummy in. The pink gingham is a dress she wore to a party 🎉. And the two floral fabrics are from these fifties style big flouncy dresses my mum bought her. 🎃still likes to sit on my lap, "tell me about when I was a baby" she says and I tell her about what the different fabrics were from and she listens and is still for a little while. "and what was this one?" She asks "and nanny bought me this one didn't she?" She knows all the story's but still likes me to tell them😍. And that's what makes this special. . . #igquiltfest #quilting #quilt #babyquilt #memoryquilt #sewing #quiltersofinstagram

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5 Outdoor Adventures for Families in Costa Rica

Beach Getaways at Manuel Antonio National Park From rainforest adventures and canopy tours to waterfall hikes and some of Costa Rica’s best family beaches, enjoy outdoor activities with the entire family.

Beyond Manuel Antonio's lush nature trails, you'll find pristine stretches of sand that are perfect for outdoor family getaways. Continue past a few of the park's busier beaches to Playa Biesanz. Nestled in a picturesque cove and backed by rich jungle terrain, the beach's calm turquoise waters are excellent for swimming with young ones. While more secluded than other area beaches, the spot is a favorite among local families. You’re not likely to encounter many vendors - so pack a lunch if you plan to picnic on the scenic sands.

A Catamaran Cruise to Tortuga Island

Load the family onto a deluxe catamaran for an inspiring sail to an idyllic isle that offers outdoor experiences for both adults and children. Clear placid waters are perfect for beginner snorkelers and advanced undersea explorers alike. Palm-lined sands invite parents to kick back while the kids play volleyball or investigate unique rock formations on shore. Nature hikes to discover diverse wildlife are optimal for any age. Ready to take your island adventure up a notch? Hop on a banana boat and take an exhilarating ride that promises a splashing good time for the whole family.   

Explore Nature Trails at Carara National Park

A short drive from Jacó Beach, the lush haven is a superb spot for immersing the kids in unspoiled nature along easy trails. With a certified naturalist as a guide, children can learn about the remarkable array of rare birds that reside in the sanctuary. The park is home to the country’s largest population of scarlet macaws, as well as exotic parrots, parakeets and colorful jacamars. Spanning both dry and tropical rainforest, Carara is incredibly bio-diverse and you’re apt to come across capuchin monkeys, red brocket deer and three-toed sloths. Bounded by the Tárcoles River, the park also offers the family a safe spot for viewing crocodiles.

A Scenic Ride to Rainforest Waterfalls

A few of the more challenging nature hikes in Costa Rica can be too rigorous for little ones. So why not climb aboard a custom safari 4x4 for a panoramic drive into the upper reaches of a rainforest? In the comfort of a shaded open-air vehicle, the whole family can delve deep into the lush landscape to experience some of Costa Rica’s most-secluded waterfalls. Take breaks at smaller cascades that empty into cool natural basins. Refresh in the rushing waters of a massive waterfall that gives way to placid pools with jump-off points for the more adventurous members of the family. Then head to lookout points and take in sweeping views of Pacific waters, sandy beaches and a breathtaking rainforest canopy.

Tram Trip to a Zipline Adventure

Speaking of scenic rides through nature, adventurers of all ages will revel in a smooth tram trip through a verdant landscape. A certified naturalist offers insights into the diverse flora and fauna you pass on an ascent into the rainforest, gliding over waterfalls and streams that are tucked into unspoiled stretches of nature as white-faced monkeys swing through the forest trees. Disembark at a soaring spot where hands-free zipline rides down the mountain complete your outdoor adventure.

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Photo: Little red brocket peers from the grass https://www.treehugger.com/slideshows/readers-photos/photo-little-red-brocket-peers-grass/

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Little Red Brocket - Mazama rufina

Sangay National Park

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source  http://www.huntleyarchives.com/film/41590

Synopsis:

A banner bears the message, Welcome to Leominster, The Great Three Counties Show.  People are arriving at the Show and are paying at the gate.  An elderly man with a white beard is Mr Elijah Molyneux, 89, a big farmer and once Mayor of the town.  Mr Archer Baldwin, the Conservative MP for North Herefordshire, arrives with his wife, Minnie, and they chat with Bill Gallimore, the official auctioneer through Russell, Baldwin and Bright for the Hereford Herdbook. Guests arrive at the Bandstand. Briony Hastings, daughter of Mr Glynne Hastings, long serving Secretary of the Society, presents bouquets to Lady Lettice Cotterell and the Mayoresses of Hereford, Gloucester, Worcester and Leominster.  A Government delegation of visiting farmers from Nigeria  dressed in traditional costumes take their places. A procession of dignitaries from the three counties in ceremonial dress is led by the Mayor of Leominster, in red robes and the Aldermen in purple. The man using a crutch is Sidney Layton, a farmer from Ivington.  The Councillors, including Dennis Rowland Jones, wear blue cloaks.   The tall man is Norman Davies, who owned the Corn Square Pharmacy in Leominster until the late Eighties. Adrian Foster, one of two shop-owning brothers is also in this procession. Two members of the Leominster procession carry the Town maces which were given to the town in 1723 by the Right Honourable Thomas, Lord Coningsby as replacements for three earlier ones presented to the town by two of his forebears in the seventeenth century, which subsequently disappeared.  The ceremonial Mayor’s Wand is also carried.  This is a plain black ebony stick tipped with a band of silver and bearing the date 1659. The Hereford Mayor wears a scarlet robes trimmed with velvet and a solid gold chain containing twenty-four medallions showing aspects of the City and county such as apples, hops, a Hereford Bull, Wye Salmon and military insignia.  The liveried men have dark coats with gold braiding.  The fur Cap of Maintenance is one granted to ten principal cities of England by Queen Elizabeth 1 as a reward in support of the sovereign and is carried by the sword bearer. The dignitaries line up facing the distinguished guests and some doff their hats.  In front of them stands the ducking stool, an ancient instrument of punishment in which nagging wives could be dunked in the river. The Master of Ceremonies in scarlet tailcoat speaks to Sir Richard Cotterell and Glynne Hastings, bowler hat and gloves in hand strides off on some errand.  Three farmers look on. In the main arena the pipers of the 1st Battalion Gordon Highlanders march on.  Officials talk to members of the African delegation who take their seats.  The crowds stand as the procession arrives. Two horses pull a dray advertising the brewery, Mitchells and Butlers.   Two skewbald ponies trot by pulling a smaller trap.  Then there are shire horses with foals.  Show-jumping is taking place and a parade of horses in pairs.  The North Herefordshire Foxhounds are led by three hunt servants, each on a grey horse.  There are several more traps drawn by trotting ponies, one driven by a woman. Two policemen walk through the trade stands.  Alexander and Duncan’s stand, still a thriving firm today, shows a fine display of agricultural machinery.  Along comes a little man, wide trousers, cloth cap, “bum-freezer” jacket, cigarette in mouth – and then back he comes again.  Taylor and Ward, ironmongers and only recently disappeared from Leominster, display their agricultural accessories, and Hintons, still a strong element in Leominster have a trade stand too. A short visit to the busy High Street in Leominster where three Midland Red Buses wait, perhaps for returning visitors from the show. Back at the show some little girls play.  One, Myfanwy Thomas, a Leominster Councillor’s daughter, rides a Mobo horse, a popular toy of the time.  Two others sit on the seats of a circular roundabout, taken care of by a group of WVS ladies in their green overalls.  One nurses a baby. The hounds and huntsmen appear again, watched by two girls on the Walls Ice Cream stand.  There are two or three large barns bearing the name of Frank Dale, a company still with an important presence in Leominster. A man smoking a pipe gets out a camera to take a quick snap of the Africans.  They don’t seem to notice, or mind.  A man and his family enjoy eating some ice creams from tubs. The parade of prize-winning cattle begins.  At the head of the procession is the champion Hereford bull, R.S.de Quincey’s Vern Boxer, led perhaps by Mrs de Quincey.  Then come Lord Brocket’s Brocket Godfrey and Brocket Handsome, followed by Mrs P.M.G. Fraser’s Westhide Embassy. British Friesians follow.  Sir Richard and Lady Cotterell watch from their special box, beside another reserved for Rt. Worship the Mayor (an unusual and special title bestowed on only a few mayors including that of Hereford.)  More horses appear in the arena and then a group of Gordon Highlanders perform a highland dance. Finally, there is part of a spectacular motorcycle display by the Royal Corps of Signals who ride in formation similar to a musical ride with horses. The Mayor, Aldermen and Council walk from the council rooms in the Grange to the door of Leominster Priory where they are received by the Rev. S.M.F.Woodhouse.  After the service they walk out carrying the ceremonial maces and wand.  They walk into the Grange, a fine John Abel building which was moved from the top end of Broad Street in     when it became an obstruction for increasing traffic. The lower side of the open ground floor was filled in and the building converted into council rooms.  Members of the party, now in everyday dress, pause to pose for photographs.  Norman Davies, a well-known local character, who was the owner of the Corn Square Pharmacy smiles as he passes quickly on his way. A crowd gathers outside Dutton House, a distinctive house at the top end of Etnam Street. The First Cadet Batallion of the Herefordshire Light Infantry with band members marches through the town to the carnival field where they later “Beat the Retreat”. The Carnival Queen and her attendants sit on a float, part of the procession. W.Wright, greengrocer in Leominster until very recent years, has a decorated float, as has Frank Dale, the constructor of farm buildings, whose company still is an important employer in the town.  One group has made a train engine, with carriages on wheels and a guard’s van at the back, complete with passengers inside the coaches.  It is highly decorated with festive bunting. There is also a decorative swan constructed from white flowers.  A policeman on point duty directs the procession towards Corn Square. Once in the carnival field, the Carnival Queen is crowned by the Mayoress. There are athletic races, penny-rolling, a small maypole and a little golf course in which a middle-aged couple demonstrate their skills.   Traditional skittles is a popular activity, especially among a group of burly women who hurl the bowls with great dexterity, scattering the skittles against the hay bales at the back. There is a Fancy Dress competition for all ages.  One baby represents Prince Charles, a woman is dressed in Spanish costume and a man appears as Cardinal Wolsey.  Sandra Dimarco, daughter of the owners of a long-standing Leominster fish and chip shop, still in the town today, is dressed as a Welsh girl.

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Little Red Brocket, Mazama rufina from Sangay National Park by Andreas Kay Via Flickr: from Ecuador: www.flickr.com/andreaskay/albums