Así se alimenta una cría de ballena azul🐳. Recibe hasta 600 litros de leche al día y engorda unos 90 kilogramos cada 24 horas. la leche de ballena azul contiene entre UN 35 y un 50% de grasa, comparado con el 4% de la leche humana. Su consistencia se acerca a la pasta de dientes. Si fuera leche líquida se disolvería en el océano antes de llegar a la boca.
La maravillosa naturaleza.
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At first, the retired military K9 approached slowly, unsure of the man waiting on the bench. Then he recognized his former handler and jumped straight into his arms. Years apart could never erase the bond they built while serving together. ❤️
After years apart, Rex the Australian Shepherd was finally reunited with his family. Found terrified and underweight after the 2022 wildfires, he spent almost 3 years in the shelter. When young Liam pulled out his old stuffed duck toy, Rex’s whole world changed, he recognized his boy instantly and melted into the biggest hug. Never give up hope on lost pets 🙏
Everybody at that gas station warned me about the dog behind the dumpster.
They said he was really mean and not to get close.
It took me three full days of leaving food before he finally let me sit beside him.
Under all that matted fur, I could barely find his eyes.
The vet shaved off almost 5 pounds (over 2kg) of knots and tangled fur that he had been dragging around for years.
A few months later, I had a completely different dog.
Now he sleeps on my bed, and some nights I look over and he’s already watching me from across the room, like he still can’t believe I came back.
If you have an old rescue dog sleeping near you right now, give him an extra scratch tonight. 🐕❤️
This was tilmed yesterday at the community adoption event in San Diego, California. The dog is Duke, a 10-year-old German Shepherd being showcased for adoption. The veteran is Tech Sergeant James Parker, 39, Air Force, walking through the parking lot heading into the store. Duke served with James in Afghanistan from 2011-2013. When Duke retired from military service two years ago, James couldn't adopt him immediately-rental restrictions. Duke went into the adoption system. James had been searching for months through databases.
Yesterday, James was at the pet store buying supplies. Had no idea there was an adoption event happening. Duke was sitting with volunteers at the outdoor table.
Watch what happened. James walks through the parking lot. Duke's head snaps up. Sees James. Goes completely rigid.
Staring. Then breaks into a full sprint. Rips the leash from the volunteer's hand. Runs straight across the parking lot. Launches into James's chest. Both crash to the ground. Duke frantically checking James's face with his nose. Whining. Tail going insane. James wrapping both arms around Duke. Sobbing. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere." Volunteer told us: "Duke saw James and just took off. The recognition was instant. l've never seen anything like it." James adopted Duke immediately. Took him home yesterday. Ten years after serving together. Found by complete chance in a parking lot. James told us: "I searched every database for months. Never expected to find him at a random pet store. But Duke found me." Sometimes the reunion you're desperately searching for happens when you're just buying dog food.
Un facteur s'était lié d'une amitié inattendue avec un teckel qui l'attendait chaque jour devant son portail, une balle de tennis dans la gueule.
Pendant cinq ans, cette simple tournée de courrier s'est transformée en un petit rituel. Après avoir distribué le courrier, le facteur prenait quelques instants pour jouer avec son fidèle compagnon. C'était devenu l'un des plus beaux moments de sa journée.
Leur complicité était si forte que, lorsqu'un autre facteur le remplaçait, le chien ne sortait même pas. Il n'attendait qu'une seule personne : son ami.
Puis, un jour, le portail est resté désespérément vide. Le propriétaire est venu à sa rencontre, tenant dans ses mains la vieille balle de tennis devenue si familière. Avec émotion, il lui a annoncé que le teckel s'était paisiblement éteint, emporté par la vieillesse.
Avant de rentrer, le propriétaire a confié cette balle au facteur. Un dernier cadeau. Il lui a expliqué que ces quelques minutes passées ensemble, jour après jour, avaient été les instants que son chien attendait avec le plus d'impatience.
Comme quoi, les gestes les plus simples sont parfois ceux qui laissent les empreintes les plus profondes.
I witnessed something on a flight from Denver to Atlanta last Tuesday that I haven't been able to stop thinking about.
There was a young mom, couldn't have been older than 25, sitting a few rows behind me with a toddler who was completely losing it. Not a "spoiled kid" meltdown. A full-blown, terrified, sensory-overloaded meltdown. The kind where the child can't breathe between screams.
People were turning around. One man, expensive watch, laptop open, muttered something under his breath loud enough for half the plane to hear. A woman near the window yanked her AirPods in and shook her head.
The mom's eyes were glassy. She was bouncing him, whispering to him, completely alone in a tin can at 30,000 feet while strangers quietly judged her.
Then a man stood up from the aisle seat across from me.
He had to be in his late 60s. Wore a flannel shirt, work boots with actual dried mud on them, and a John Deere cap with a bent brim. His hands, I noticed his hands, were the hands of a man who had spent his life fixing things that were actually broken.
He walked back to her without hesitating. No announcement. No fanfare.
"I got eight grandkids, sweetheart. Give him to me. Go drink some water."
She hesitated. He just held out his arms.
She handed him the baby.
He didn't bounce him. Didn't shush him. He just held that boy against his chest and started walking the aisle, talking to him in a low, slow voice about what the wing flaps were doing. About cumulus clouds. About how jet fuel gets made.
The kid was asleep in twelve minutes.
The man with the expensive watch had gone very quiet.
The mom was asleep before the old man even made it back to her row.
So he sat down next to her empty seat. And he just... stayed. Held that sleeping stranger's child for the rest of the flight. Never woke her. Never asked for anything. Just stared out the window and kept that rhythmic, slow pat going on the little boy's back, the muscle memory of a grandfather who has done this a thousand times.
When we landed and she woke up in a panic, he handed her son back like it was nothing.
She tried to thank him. He was already putting on his jacket.
"You're doing a good job, mama. It doesn't look like it right now. But you are."
And he was gone into the crowd before she could say another word.
I don't know that man's name. I don't know where he was going or where he came from. But I have thought about him every single day this week.
Because nobody asked him to get up. No one would have blamed him for staying in his seat. He just saw someone drowning and decided that was enough of a reason.
Be that person. You don't need a reason. You don't need to know them. You just have to decide the moment in front of you is worth showing up for.
Milagro entre los escombros que dejó el terrible terremoto en Venezuela. Miembros del Cuerpo de Bomberos escucharon un débil quejido y con paciencia, fuerza y mucho corazón, removieron toneladas de escombros hasta dar con él: un pequeño perrito sepultado vivo 🙏
Cuando finalmente lo sacaron a la luz, tembloroso, cubierto de polvo y con la mirada llena de miedo, el cachorro se acurrucó en los brazos de sus salvadores.
Un movimiento de cola y un suave lamido en las manos fueron su forma de decir “gracias por no rendirse”.
Muchas gracias a estos héroes. Todas las vidas son valiosas
Terremoto en Venezuela. Caracas