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Protective Mother

In Botswana – some great pics

This is the dramatic moment a protective mother elephant desperately fought off a fearsome pack of hyenas trying to attack her young calf.
The life and death struggle began as the dog-like mammals pounced on the unsuspecting baby elephant when it became separated from its mother.
Six of the hyenas launched themselves onto the calf’s back in a bid to bring it down, prompting the furious mother to swing into action.

Stampede! The furious mother elephant blunders into battle to save her calf from the hungry hyena pack

Eat dirt: One hyena gets a face full of dust as the elephant continues her assault on the pack

She stampeded towards the vicious creatures with such force that she left several trees uprooted in her wake.
The huge elephant kicked out her feet and swung her trunk at the pack, which quickly scattered.
She then returned to her calf, which had its tail bitten off during the encounter, but appeared otherwise unscathed.

Strength in numbers? The hyenas mobbed the baby elephant by jumping on its back in a bid to overpower it

Unequal battle: The hyenas stood no chance against the rage of a mother elephant, and several trees were uprooted in the heat of her rampage
The brutal encounter was witnessed by a group of stunned tourists, who were willing the mother on to victory.
Guide James Weis, of the tour company Eyes on Africa, was leading the group of visitors in the Linyanto bush in Botswana at the time.
James, 50, from Chicago, said: ‘We were out in three vehicles when we heard the shrieking of an elephant.
‘We went to investigate and found a small group of two large females elephants and two calves.
‘A pack of about 18 hyenas were trying to make inroads on the calf.

Laws of the jungle: The tiny calf takes shelter behind its mother as she repels the combined assault of the pack
‘They waited for the baby to come into a clearing and then two or three rushed at it.
‘When the mother chased them off the larger pack tried to attack the calf. It wasn’t alone for more than 10 seconds when the mother returned and was even more annoyed.
‘They were playing a dangerous game because had one hyena got in the way of her it would have been flung through the air like a beanbag.
‘She charged after the pack and was knocking over trees like they were matchsticks and the hyenas fled and scattered in a cloud of dust kicked up by the mother.
‘The baby had its tail bitten off, but was alright. It is fairly common to see elephants in Africa with no tail.
‘It was quite a dramatic thing to watch.’

Under guard: The elephant calf lost its tail in the scrap, but lived to fight another day – thanks to mum

‘….And STAY out!’ The last hyena flees the scene with its tail between its legs

Chaotic Beitbridge 20 January 2013

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Bye Bye Blackbird


FROM AN SR-71 PILOT…….Very interesting read….

In April 1986, following an attack on American
soldiers in a Berlin disco, President Reagan
ordered the bombing of Muammar Qaddafi’s
terrorist camps in Libya.

My duty was to fly over Libya, and take
photographs recording the damage our

F-111’s had inflicted.

Qaddafi had established a ‘line of death,’
a territorial marking across the Gulf of Sidra,
swearing to shoot down any intruder, that

Crossed the boundary.

On the morning of April 15, I rocketed past

the line at 2,125 mph.

I was piloting the SR-71 spy plane, the world’s
fastest jet, accompanied by a Marine Major (Walt),
the aircraft’s reconnaissance systems officer (RSO).

We had crossed into Libya , and were approaching
our final turn over the bleak desert landscape, when
Walt informed me, that he was receiving missile
launch signals.

I quickly increased our speed, calculating the time
it would take for the weapons, most likely SA-2 and

SA-4 surface-to-air missiles, capable of Mach 5, to

Reach our altitude.

I estimated, that we could beat the rocket-powered
missiles to the turn, and stayed our course, betting
our lives on the plane’s performance.

After several agonizingly long seconds, we made
the turn and blasted toward the Mediterranean.

‘You might want to pull it back,’ Walt suggested.
It was then that I noticed I still had the throttles
full forward.

The plane was flying a mile every 1.6 seconds,

well above our Mach 3.2 limit.

It was the fastest we would ever fly.

I pulled the throttles to idle, just south of Sicily ,
but we still overran the refueling tanker, awaiting

us over Gibraltar.

Scores of significant aircraft have been produced,
in the 100 years of flight, following the achievements
of the Wright brothers, which we celebrate in

Aircraft such as the Boeing 707, the F-86 Sabre Jet,
and the P-51 Mustang, are among the important

machines that have flown our skies.

But the SR-71, also known as the Blackbird, stands alone
as a significant contributor to Cold War victory, and as the
fastest plane ever, and only 93 Air Force pilots ever steered
the ‘sled,’ as we called our aircraft.

The SR-71, was the brainchild of Kelly Johnson,
the famed Lockheed designer, who created the
P-38, the F-104 Starfighter, and the U-2.

After the Soviets shot down Gary Powers U-2 in 1960,
Johnson began to develop an aircraft, that would
fly three miles higher, and five times faster, than
the spy plane, and still be capable of photographing
your license plate.

However, flying at 2,000 mph would create intense heat
on the aircraft’s skin.

Lockheed engineers used a titanium alloy, to construct
more than 90 percent of the SR-71, creating special tools,
and manufacturing procedures to hand-build each of the
(40 planes… Wow!!! 40 planes???? I thought only 7.)
Special heat-resistant fuel, oil, and hydraulic fluids, that
would function at 85,000 feet, and higher, also had to be

In 1962, the first Blackbird successfully flew, and
in 1966, the same year I graduated from high school,
the Air Force began flying operational SR-71 missions.

I came to the program in 1983, with a sterling record
and a recommendation from my commander,
completing the weeklong interview, and meeting
Walt, my partner for the next four years.

He would ride four feet behind me, working all the
cameras, radios, and electronic jamming equipment.

I joked, that if we were ever captured, he was the spy,
and I was just the driver.

He told me to keep the pointy end forward.

We trained for a year, flying out of Beale AFB in
California, Kadena Airbase in Okinawa, and RAF
Mildenhall in England.

On a typical training mission, we would take off near
Sacramento, refuel over Nevada, accelerate into Montana,
obtain a high Mach speed over Colorado, turn right over
New Mexico, speed across the Los Angeles Basin, run up
the West Coast, turn right at Seattle, then return to Beale.

Total flight time: – Two Hours and Forty Minutes.

One day, high above Arizona, we were monitoring
the radio traffic of all the mortal airplanes below us.
First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers
to check his ground speed. ‘Ninety knots,’ ATC replied.
A Bonanza soon made the same request.
‘One-twenty on the ground,’ was the reply.

To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio, with a
ground speed check.

I knew exactly what he was doing.

Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit,
but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley,
know what real speed was, ‘Dusty 52, we show you at 620
on the ground,’ ATC responded.

The situation was too ripe.

I heard the click of Walt’s mike button in the rear seat.
In his most innocent voice, Walt startled the controller
by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet,
clearly above controlled airspace.

In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied,
‘Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.’
We did not hear another transmission on that
frequency, all the way to the coast.

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The Blackbird always showed us something new,
each aircraft possessing its own unique personality.

In time, we realized we were flying a national treasure.

When we taxied out of our revetments for take-off,
people took notice.

Traffic congregated near the airfield fences, because
everyone wanted to see, and hear the mighty SR-71.

You could not be a part of this program, and not come
to love the airplane.

Slowly, she revealed her secrets to us, as we earned
her trust.

One moonless night, while flying a routine training
mission over the Pacific, I wondered what the sky
would look like from 84,000 feet, if the cockpit lighting
were dark.

While heading home on a straight course, I slowly turned
down all of the lighting, reducing the glare and revealing
the night sky.

Within seconds, I turned the lights back up, fearful that

the jet would know, and somehow punish me.

But my desire to see the sky, overruled my caution,
I dimmed the lighting again.

To my amazement, I saw a bright light outside
my window.

As my eyes adjusted to the view, I realized that the
brilliance was the broad expanse of the Milky Way,
now a gleaming stripe across the sky.

Where dark spaces in the sky had usually existed,
there were now dense clusters of sparkling stars.

Shooting Stars, flashed across the canvas every
few seconds.

It was like a fireworks display with no sound.

I knew I had to get my eyes back on the instruments,
and reluctantly, I brought my attention back inside.

To my surprise, with the cockpit lighting still off,
I could see every gauge, lit by starlight.

In the plane’s mirrors, I could see the eerie shine of
my gold spacesuit, incandescently illuminated, in a
celestial glow.

I stole one last glance out the window.
Despite our speed, we seemed still before the
heavens, humbled in the radiance of a much greater

For those few moments, I felt a part of something far
more significant, than anything we were doing in the plane.

The sharp sound of Walt’s voice on the radio, brought me
back to the tasks at hand, as I prepared for our descent.

San DiegoAerospaceMuseum
The SR-71 was an expensive aircraft to operate.
The most significant cost was tanker support, and in

1990, confronted with budget cutbacks, the Air
Force retired the SR-71.

The SR-71 served six presidents, protecting America
for a quarter of a century.

Unbeknown to most of the country, the plane flew
over North Vietnam, Red China, North Korea, the
Middle East, South Africa, Cuba, Nicaragua, Iran,

Libya and the Falkland Islands.

On a weekly basis, the SR-71, kept watch over every
Soviet Nuclear Submarine, Mobile Missile Site,
and all of their troop movements.
It was a key factor in winning the Cold War.

I am proud to say, I flew about 500 hours in this
aircraft. I knew her well. She gave way to no plane,

proudly dragging her Sonic Boom through enemy

backyards, with great impunity.

She defeated every missile, outran every MIG,

and always brought us home.

In the first 100 years of manned flight, no aircraft

was more remarkable. The Blackbird had outrun

nearly 4,000 missiles, not once taking a scratch

from enemy fire.

On her final flight, the Blackbird, destined for
the Smithsonian National Air and SpaceMuseum ,
sped from Los Angeles to Washington
in 64 Minutes, averaging 2,145 mph, and
setting four speed records.

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