Jill
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Jill Ferry
New Zealand
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A. JILL GAEBEL
United States
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Jill Doyle
United States
162 creative works found
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Nah, Jill isn’t dead. Jill is pregnant and itching. And if any of you can relate to a pregnant woman trying to scratch what USED to be accessible, you can understand her plight. The reason I know she had to roll to get rid of the itch was that she almost fell over trying to use a hind paw and those dogs are BIG. She couldn’t get the spot with either foot or her head. So she walked (that is so strange to say about a rabbit but it is so true) to the spot on Weedy Field’s open space that was the most free of rocks and did like all dogs do. She rolled and wiggled on her back in the dirt. She’s have looked just like a small dog (actually a medium sized dog now that she’s so flippin’ fat…) if not for the huge back feet flopping in the air and the length of her ears. Jill is my newest and largest animal to extend me trust in Weedy Field. I gained her trust all in one magic moment when I happened upon her while she was sound asleep in the Field’s shelter of Cone Grove. She didn’t wake up for at least a minute while I stood and talked to her. When she did wake up, see was rather startled to see me but didn’t run. From about 30 feet away, I talked quietly and she listened, twitching her ears when I stopped talking to hear what was going on around her. When she decided I was OK, she stretched and walked towards me and past to go on her way when there was another 355 degrees of options for directions to go. Of this day, I accidentally surprised her again but this time I was clumsy and forgot where she might be hiding. When I saw her jump up and run, I called to her and she immediately stopped, cocking her ears towards me but not turning her eyes my way. I used the same calm and reassuring voice and she relaxed and tried to do that scratch that didn’t work. LOL! I’m not positive yet but I think Jill will have her young in the second set of trees in Weedy Field. When I stop seeing her about, I’ll leave some fresh lettuce and a carrot or two by the front of that area and check back in a couple hours to see if anything is missing or nibbled. If not, I may try it again because she may be seriously uncomfortable about leaving her young too soon or letting me know where they are. But my guess is that she’ll be coming out to eat around me – within 10 feet or so – before July. Getting something as flighty as a jack rabbit that close willingly will be thrill enough for me. And yes, Jill has her name because the obvious name was too obvious. I’d darn glad I went this way now. Hehehehe! Weedy Field is in the city of Rancho Cordova, just outside Sacramento, CA: 38°35’11.42”N by 121°16’18.81”W. If you use Goggle Earth, you can find it and see it. I work in the building closest to this place and visit it at least once daily to talk with the hummingbirds, play with JJ and the rest of the bluejays, feed the Towhees, doves, and Cedar Waxwings, offer peanuts to Mama, Papa & and the kids, the family of squirrels, and photograph Lizzy, Alpha, and Beta, the lizards. BigYellow passes thru and the highly elusive hawk pops in and out.
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hill was made with corrugated cardboard. and shot on a plaubel 4 x 5 with Kodak 64t
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Nursery rhyme
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Jack & Jill
by EmotoWater is the most important comodity in a desert and in Thar, Pakistan, fetching the water is the responsibility of women of the house. It is a good platform for the village women to get together and gossip about various things in daily life.
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Jill and I had a MAJOR breakthru last week! I went to see her in the shelter of Cone Grove but she wasn’t there. I walked out a bit to where she’s usually hiding if not in the grove and she was munching dried weeds in the middle of Weedy Field. I called to her and once she knew it was me, she resumed eating without fear, letting her ears rise to hear for threats from elsewhere. I watched her for a while and took a pile of pictures (not really photographs as I was aiming to see what she was eating with no effort to capture anything else well. I saw that she wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon so I went back into Cone Grove and restocked the sunflower seeds I saw her munching once before before returning to the new hummingbird feeder to refill it. But I heard a crunch behind me and it was Jill who had followed me into the Grove! I was blown away and she was freaked: so scared her eyes were open painfully wide, her ears were aimed at me for the slightest sign she needed to leave, and she was faced towards the easiest way out of the Grove. But she was THERE and she had obviously followed me in! I was so happy I did my usual ‘freeze completely and talk to her softly’ thing. I about a minute, she relaxed (as usual) and went to the sunflower seeds, looking up at me. I had to laugh but gave her the usual encouraging sounds and she began eating – like a HOG! Good grief, I thought she’d dropped her bunnies already. LOL! I’m almost positive she did but maybe she’s hungry from the feeding of her ‘hare batch’. I sat down without her even stopping to get ready to run (as she usually does), got the Nikon D80 out, and got it focused on her as she ate. I turned off the auto focus to make less noise and disturb her less but she got so used to the sound of the shutter that I turned the auto focus back on and enjoyed the company. Less than 6 feet away from me, a wild jack rabbit was eating from the food I’d originally put out for Towhees and completely calm! Woo hoo! When she’s finished, I talked to her and she looked at me with the most relaxed and interested eyes I’ve seen on anything other that lizards and squirrels – way more intent and intelligent that blue jays, the turkey, and Towhees. This is a shot of Jill listening to me talk to her. I hope to get closer still with some carrots and her continuing to follow me soon. But WOW!!!
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‘Jill Anne’ at Dunwich by moonlight
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This was just awesome! Hadn’t seen Jill in a while and assumed she was taking care of her brood somewhere hidden. But I almost stepped on her today when she waited until the last possible moment to move out of Mr. Clumbsy’s way. LOL! I called to her and as before she responded with an instant end of her running. But unlike ever before, this time, she ran right up to me. TWO FEET in front of me, this wild jackrabbit trusted me enough to get so close I could barely get the camera to capture the moment. I’d have the 75 – 300 telephoto lens on and she was way too close for it to focus easily. I had to hold it back a bit to get it somewhat happy; as you can see, this shot is NOT in perfect focus so don’t blame Nikon OR me. LOL! Jill was just making sure I knew she was the best rabbit a guy could know in Weedy Field. A totally cool experience!
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This is the shot I expected to get when Jill recognized me and stopped running away. She was cool and calm but alert and about 20 feet from me. Seconds after this, she ran AT me which is when I got the other shot – barely – because she ran too close for the lens I had ready. LOL! I noticed something crummy about all of the shots tho: they were taken under the blood-red smoky sun so it threw the white balance off in the camera and it couldn’t be corrected well in Adobe PhotoShop Elements 3. There are no accurate reference colours (black, gray, or white) to use. I tried to fake it a bit and run filters for red saturation but I can’t tell if they are even close because of my colourblindness. One thing is positive tho: no two images responded to the sky and the editing the same way so they are probably all seen as very different for people with natural colour sight. This is an issue I have no clue how to correct so if anyone has suggestions, I’m all ears. Odds are tho that the red imbalance will be changing moment to moment with the density of the smoke and nothing can compensate for it but the extreme accuracy of the human eye – the non-colourblind one, that is. LOL!
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Fresh from less than three hours ago, this shot of Jill shows her in Cone Grove of Weedy Field but sitting closer to where I always sit instead of where she’s been up until now. I did my usual announcing that I’m coming in with soft words, whistles and smacks of my lips since I hate to surprise anyone when I walk into THEIR home unannounced. LOL! I turned the last corner towards my sitting spot rather quickly since the only reply I got was from blue jays and they don’t really live in Cone Grove. Suddenly, I’m 10 feet from Jill, face-to-face! She was rather sprawled out on the cooler wet pine needles that the overnight sprinklers had moistened. She looked up but didn’t rise. I took that to mean she was OK with me being there so I squatted down and chatted with her while she groomed. Not too much interesting about rabbit grooming as opposed to cat or dog grooming with on big exception: a jack rabbit can stick almost have a hind foot into and down her ear! GROOOOOOOSSSSSS! That’s about 4 inches of foot buried in rabbit earwax – not a pretty sight at all. Especially getting it out of the toes!!! But the trust it showed, while she could only halfway hear and couldn’t run quickly if she tried, was astounding. She even seemed to love the sensation of her toes in her ear because she closed her eyes as if savouring the sensation. LMAO! Finally almost completely prepared, I had the baby carrots ready and showed her one. No reaction. I said it was a carrot. No reaction. I told her that Bugs Bunny likes them. Blank expression on her face but obviously listening. I gathered up my courage and tossed one her direction. Mildly more attention but no banana. (Gasp. Did I actually type that???) She didn’t act as tho the toss at her was an attack so I braved three more tosses within 2 feet of her and she didn’t react as if it was food or a problem so I’m hoping she comes back an nibbles them later. Jill stood and stretched, looked back at me and stared a moment before loping off (now that she can actually lop again!). Not too far, mind you; only far enough to get dirt to roll in like before. Seems dogs, cats and rabbits all like a little dust-up after a bath…. Silly wabbit!
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I don’t know how but I think I lost the trust of Jill a couple days ago. She never fully calms around me anymore (See her eyes here.), her body as tightly wound as…. well as a typical jackrabbit. She will alloy me to stand 25 – 30 feet away and take pictures but that’s it. No more sitting closer to her and talking. But oddly enough, she only sits where I used to. That’s a small issue since I had the squirrels trained to go there to find the nuts when they missed me in the morning. Oh well, I DO realize that Jill is a wild animal and our weird closeness was, indeed, weird. LOL! She’ll probably still be around now that she calls Weedy Field her home. And Cone Grove, being the least hot and most secure place in Weedy Field will be surrendered to her to also call her own. Who knows, maybe she’ll be back to chat with me once she gets “with bunny” again. And since jack rabbits breed like…like rabbits, I doubt it will be all that long before she’s waddling and looking for a human to chat with. :-)
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‘is it Jack or is it Jill’ is about two children Jack (named after my grandfather) and Jill who rather than watch TV and play computer games use their wild imaginations and high skill level of tearing apart their mothers sheet and table clothes to make wonderous things. The illustrations are a follow-up to the puppets that I had created in mid 2008 for a textile exhibition. This illustration was part of the exhibition at the Curvy 6 (2009) book launch in Sydney. It is also available on a t-shirt, simply click on the image to be taken to the page: Other illustrations from ‘is it Jack or is it Jill’ that are on Red Bubble are as follows, simply click on the image to be taken to their page:
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“Hey! There’s your rabbit, Lenny!” Those words spoken by a co-worker (before I got burned, but that’s another tale) warmed my heart since I hadn’t seen Jill in ages. I still call out for her in case she’s about but unsure it’s her human friend but nothing and no sightings by others. Then, the excited yell and I was off with my camera towards where I was pointed. Sure enough, a jack rabbit was in the bushes but a little ways outside Weedy Field. I shadowed her as she started running off and called out to her repeatedly in the voice I always use to calm her. And just like before, she stopped between bushes and looked at me. I didn’t raise the camera quickly, not wanting to frighten her away. Soon enough, she stopped staring and visibly relaxed, grooming herself as I slowly started shooting. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to get the Nikon camera set for some shots into a relatively dark place but touched that darn flash button just before I took this shot. I was bracketing exposures so it wasn’t a tragedy but it did something that never happened with Jill’s eyes: it caused that nasty non-red eye animals get when hit by a bright light. Anyway, she stayed until I had to leave which was highly comforting. But when I looked at the shots on the laptop during lunchtime, I was quite surprised to see this certainly was not Jill! I’d seen Jill so much and so closely that I knew her face and didn’t realize it was unique to her. But this rabbit is much smaller, has a “cheekier” face, and the ears are very much smaller and smoother on the tips. Needless to say, I was shocked that another jackrabbit decided to trust me and not jet off as nature dictates. And for it to be younger made this discovery extremely wonderful! I don’t want to say it was my voice that did the calming but that’s the only thing in common between my first encounters with two different jackrabbits. I don’t want to say for sure that this is one of Jill’s kids that I knew before it was even born but it could be. And I don’t want to get my hopes up that this hare will become a resident of Weedy Field or be my friend but it might happen. I DO wanna say “YIPPIE!” All those nasty details… / ____________ / Nikon D80 / Nikkor 70-300 lens / F-stop: 5.6 / Exposure: 1/60 / ISO: 100 / Metering mode: pattern / full MANUAL mode / Creative shooting mode was normal / Shot taken at 8:42am (3 minutes before the end of my 15 min. break) 12/3/08 / Adobe PhotoShop Elements 3 used for resizing and extensive eye fix-up.
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As I sat in meditation today, I mindfully opened my eyes and began focusing intentions on rain dousing the bushfires in Australia, this little Joey kept popping into my mind’s eye… The kangaroo is a common marsupial from the islands of Australia and New Guinea. There are 47 species of “roos”. Kangaroos can hop up to 40 miles per hour (74kph) and go over 30 feet (9m) in one hop. These shy animals live about 6 years in the wild and up to 20 years in captivity. Most roos are nocturnal (active at night). Many roos are in danger of extinction, but they are also considered pests due to the way they damage crops. / An adult male is called a ‘buck’, ‘boomer’ or ‘jack’; an adult female is called a ‘doe’, ‘flyer’, ‘roo’ or ‘jill’. A baby is called a ‘joey’. A group of roos is called a “MOB”. / Kangaroos and wallabies range in size from 2 pounds up to 6 feet and 300 pounds. The soft, wooly fur varies in colors of blue, grey, red, black, yellow or brown, depending on the species. Females have a puch in which the young live and drink milk. / These herbivores (plant-eaters) eat grass, leaves, and roots. They swallow their food without chewing it and later regurgitate a cud and chew it. Roos need little water; they can go for months without drinking, and they dig their own water wells. This design is for the Wildlife Appeal and all profits from the sale of any cards, prints and/or posters will be donated to WRAP / Australia has lost almost 100 MILLION animals due to this inferno, so many more need our help. / Rolf Harris & Beatles Pencil sketch photographed and colored with wacom graphic pen/pad and edited in photoshop7 with redfield plug-in
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This is an oldy but a goodie from 1998. This is painted in the style which I have painted many old 1950’s formica top tables. This series stems back to the early nineties, ( my images are appropriated from children’s books of the 50”s and 60” ) however this piece is painted on a wood panel. Based on an actual life altering event… Sam Dantone
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Jill is just too much fun for an animal that doesn’t talk, make sounds, retrieve things, climb in your lap… Generally she doesn’t do anything at all. Certainly nothing she doesn’t want to do. Here she was looking back at me from about 15 feet. She’s still in the “quick departure” mode but she relaxed soon enough, as she always does. :-)
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Sometimes, I feel like a parent, touting the attributes of a beloved child! Sometimes, I know some of YOU think that. LOL! But it’s hard not to act like that when one is sooooooo proud of someone special. This shot is from less than ten minutes ago. Jill is back to her ‘most comfortable’ with me again and gracefully, in her ungraceful manner, walk/hopped towards me and this morning’s lunch. This is our closest encounter to date and I was as ready for it as she was: camera set for the mostly cloudy day under the complete shade of Cone Grove’s trees and I used the 70-300mm telephoto to get all the way to her eyes. Oh well, I’ll stop with the proud father stuff after this one unless things get even more cozy. LOL! By the way, she’s smaller now and her teats are showing prominently. I’ve never seen “Jack” but he and Jill are proud parents somewhere in Weedy Field in Rancho Cordova, California. Nikon D90, Nikkor 70-300 telephoto lens (non-VR and non-tripod) / F-stop: 5.6 / Exposure time: 1/320 sec / ISO- a wopping 1600, set by the camera and, unfortunately sans high ISO noise reduction. That part was overlooked because I used the preset for SPORTS. / No exposure bias / Focal length: 300mm / Metering mode: pattern
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Jill Mill...
by wigsJill Mill. Clayton, West Sussex at 7.15am 21/6/09 Jill is a post mill originally built in Dyke Road, Brighton, in 1821. She was known as Lashmar’s New Mill and was built to replace Lashmar’s Old Mill. In 1830, the Windshaft broke, bringing the sails crashing to the ground. A painting by Nash dated 1839 and an engraving in the Handbook to Brighton (1847) show her to have had a roof mounted Fantail, similar to the arrangement still found on Icklesham windmill. Lashmar’s New Mill was the most southerly of the three Dyke Road post mills. In 1852 she was moved to Clayton by a team of horses and oxen. The working life of the mills ended in 1906 and in 1908 Jill was damaged in a storm. She lost her fantail and sails over the years until in 1953 restoration was carried out by E Hole and Son, the Burgess Hill millwrights, funded by Cuckfield Rural District Council. In 1978, restoration of Jill to working order was commenced. Jill ground flour again in 1986. During the Great Storm of 1987, the mill’s sails were set in motion with the brake on, setting fire to the mill. Some members of the Windmill Society were able to get to the mill and save her. Today, Jill is in working order and open to the public most Sundays between May and September. She produces stoneground wholemeal flour on an occasional basis. The vast majority of her flour is sold to visitors. It is ground from organic wheat, grown locally in Sussex. On the occasions when the wind is blowing and Jill is in operation, a guide is available to explain the process of milling. Jill Windmill is owned by Mid Sussex District Council.
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We used to think tossing a handful of peanuts into the foliage of bushes would keep the squirrels guessing where the scent was coming from. By the time they figured out it was over their heads, they’d only climb up to knock all the nuts down to the ground! I know, silly stuff for having fun. LOL! Imagine the surprise of seeing a squirrel not only find the nuts as easily as if they were on the open ground but also able to walk gently upon the leaves to pluck them off without knocking them down. Here’s Mama, the oldest squirrel I know in Weedy Field, with a nut she plucked while either preggers or nursing young. Hard for me to tell with these squirrels as their young make no noise until they are big enough to be scampering around up in the trees. She LOOKS fat but I know enough not to presume a woman is “in a delicate state” when she might not be. :-O I’m pretty sure Mama doesn’t care either way as long as the nuts keep coming. While on my week hiatus from Weedy Field, I left a few co-workers in charge of things like feeding the hummingbirds, squirrels, Jill, the turkeys, the doves, and probably (by accident) the Red-Tailed Hawk. I got word that they ran out of food during the last few days so at least I know they were out there doing my chores in my absence. LOL! BTW, all the editing except cropping and resizing was done INSIDE the Nikon D90 before PhotoShop Elements 3 chopped it to size and enlarged it for Red Bubble. The biggest pre-processing help came from the D-Lighting feature that helps ‘round out’ the exposure curve, making the overall image look much more balanced when shooting into darkness or the bright light of this shot.
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I had been wondering when a rabbit and some turkeys get into the same places at the same times, who’s the Alpha Critter. Well today, I got a chance to see it happen in a VERY surprising way. The usual raw sunflower seeds were not in the supermarket last night and I opted for wild bird seed that looked crappy but was the closest to what I wanted. On first break today, I went out to feed whomever was awake and hungry and was greeted by the four turkeys in Cone Grove. I had been calling Jill on my way in as I usually do and suddenly she appeared from behind the turkeys. She went straight to her bowl but it was empty – again because I hadn’t been there to fill it yet. Once she saw that I was tossing food by hand to the turkeys she hopped towards them to share it. Well, meanie Alpha Tom Turkey chases away the other male these days so I usually feed them apart. I was expecting A.Tom to go after Jill in a heartbeat. He didn’t but he did sound different. An all new noise was made and one I can’t copy, sorta like a trilling purr. Jill didn’t seem to mind them much and found the outskirts of the pile and joined the still confused turkey. But I ran out of the seeds and had to go to the van to get more. I asked Jill to wait right there and I’ll be damned if she didn’t. Stood there and waited! I went to her bowl and filled it, once again realizing I was hella close to it and couldn’t stand up without scaring a turkey (or four) or Jill. But Jill made things easy and hoped right up her her bowl within inches of my knee! Breakthru! Stay by the bowl and she will come and eat with you too!!!! Woo hoo! Turkey and JIll video may be on You Tube soon so stay tuned in. What a cool thing to see!!!!! Weedy Field is an undeveloped “green belt” between three parking lots in Rancho Cordova, California. I work in a building using one of the parking lots. The camera was the Panasonic TZ4 because I wanted both movies (easily!) and something small enough not to instill any fear in animals who are just getting to know me (the turkeys). The quality of the shot suffered for it but I’m sure of Jill now so I can work on the turkeys without worrying about how she’s going to react to them. And yes the white balanced well off the high wire it’s so unbalanced. THAT fix is upcoming. ;-) There were a few blue jays making a ruckus overheard because they thought I had peanuts and they were missing out on something. They are from the last nest full of eggs and they are still learning to be polite. LOL! Mama and Jim Crow showed off their newest baby today. It looks pretty scruffy with whitish feathers making it appears like it rolled in the dirt. But this one is smarter than the last one and follows parents to food quickly and trustingly.
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Delicious. I’m diggin’ Resident Evil 5 a lot.
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A pair of Windmills (Jack & Jill) are situated on the downs above the village of Clayton Sussex Jill is a 19th century corn mill which has been fully renovated. It is opened to the public on Sundays & Bank holidays during the summer months. / Flour produced at the mill is sold to visitors Jack is in private ownership and is used as a dwelling / Panasonic fz50
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Once I titled this shot, I realized that Jill was lifesized on my LAPTOP with its current screen resolution. There’s no way to know WHAT everybody else sees but I can be sure its not a uniform size worldwide. Anyway, Jill was as close as she usually comes these days and the Nikon D90 can be closer to her than it will focus at 18 mm. Video that close is somewhat disturbing. It’s disturbing no matter what’s eating. Ever look at yourself on a video when you were eating? I don’t care if you’re one of The Beautiful People. You look freakin’ awful chewing, even if you do it in public with your mouth closed and on your best behaviour. But Jill and I can do anything around each other and not be ashamed. Well, I’m not entirely sure about that but I’ll need a volunteer to help me test the theory. Female only, please.
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