The bird´s average weight was between 22 and 40 pounds (10 to 18 kilograms).
It couldn´t fly or swim!
Most descriptions of the Dodo say that it was was grey or brown and that it had lighter, curly feathers on its tail.
It had a beak that was green, black, and yellow.
Its face was gray.
It had short yellow muscular legs with black claws.
This bird was endemic (restricted) to the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean, approximately 700 miles (1126.5408 km) east of Madagascar.
Dutch sailors and settlers to Mauritius in 1598 were probably the first humans to see these birds.
The Dodo Birds main food source was believed to be fruit.
Before the appearance of humans on the island of Mauritius the Dodo bird prospered; its habitat had no predators, plenty of food sources, and a mild climate.
Having no predators before humans arrived, these birds had no fear of the people who came to their island to kill them.
Contributing to the Dodo bird's rapid extiction is the fact that the females laid one egg at a time and that the settlers of Mauritius along with the animals they brought with them, especially the pig, used the eggs as a food source.
This flightless bird was native to the island of Mauritius near Madagascar.
This is the preliminary painting for a mural in the Palace of Westminster in London. The painting is of William Shakespeare's version of the division of nobles into the York and Lancaster supporters, which led to the Wars of the Roses for the throne of England in the XV century.
The heraldic representations associated with the two royal houses were: the White Rose of York and the Red Rose of Lancaster
The question is: is it better to be alive or dead? Is it nobler to put up with all the nasty things that luck throws your way, or to fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end to them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream. Ah, but there’s the catch: in death’s sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come, after we’ve put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That’s certainly something to worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out our sufferings so long. After all, who would put up with all life’s humiliations—the abuse from superiors, the insults of arrogant men, the pangs of unrequited love, the inefficiency of the legal system, the rudeness of people in office, and the mistreatment good people have to take from bad—when you could simply take out your knife and call it quits? Who would choose to grunt and sweat through an exhausting life, unless they were afraid of something dreadful after death, the undiscovered country from which no visitor returns, which we wonder about without getting any answers from and which makes us stick to the evils we know rather than rush off to seek the ones we don’t? Fear of death makes us all cowards, and our natural boldness becomes weak with too much thinking. Actions that should be carried out at once get misdirected, and stop being actions at all.
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HAMLET:
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Le monologue d'Hamlet (French)
Être, ou ne pas être, c’est là la question. Y a-t-il plus de noblesse d’âme à subir la fronde et les flèches de la fortune outrageante, ou bien à s’armer contre une mer de douleurs et à l’arrêter par une révolte? Mourir.., dormir, rien de plus... et dire que par ce sommeil nous mettons fin aux maux du cœur et aux mille tortures naturelles qui sont le legs de la chair: c’est là un dénouement qu’on doit souhaiter avec ferveur. Mourir.., dormir, dormir! peut-être rêver! Oui, là est l’embarras. Car quels rêves peut-il nous venir dans ce sommeil de la mort, quand nous sommes débarrassés de l’étreinte de cette vie ? Voilà qui doit nous arrêter. C’est cette réflexion-là qui nous vaut la calamité d’une si longue existence. Qui, en effet, voudrait supporter les flagellations et les dédains du monde, l’injure de l’oppresseur, l’humiliation de la pauvreté, les angoisses de l’amour méprisé, les lenteurs de la loi, l’insolence du pouvoir, et les rebuffades que le mérite résigné reçoit d’hommes indignes, s’il pouvait en être quitte avec un simple poinçon? Qui voudrait porter ces fardeaux, grogner et suer sous une vie accablante, si la crainte de quelque chose après la mort, de cette région inexplorée, d’où nul voyageur ne revient, ne troublait la volonté, et ne nous faisait supporter les maux que nous avons par peur de nous lancer dans ceux que nous ne connaissons pas? Ainsi la conscience fait de nous tous des lâches; ainsi les couleurs natives de la résolution blêmissent sous les pâles reflets de la pensée; ainsi les entreprises les plus énergiques et les plus importantes se détournent de leur cours, à cette idée, et perdent le nom d’action.
HiP-HoP Hamlet
El soliloquio de Hamlet (Spanish)
¡Ser, o no ser, es la cuestión! -¿Qué debe más dignamente optar el alma noble entre sufrir de la fortuna impía el porfiador rigor, o rebelarse contra un mar de desdichas, y afrontándolo desaparecer con ellas? Morir, dormir, no despertar más nunca, poder decir todo acabó; en un sueño sepultar para siempre los dolores del corazón, los mil y mil quebrantos que heredó nuestra carne, ¡quién no ansiara concluir así! ¡Morir... quedar dormidos... Dormir... tal vez soñar! -¡Ay! allí hay algo que detiene al mejor. Cuando del mundo no percibamos ni un rumor, ¡qué sueños vendrán en ese sueño de la muerte! Eso es, eso es lo que hace el infortunio planta de larga vida. ¿Quién querría sufrir del tiempo el implacable azote, del fuerte la injusticia, del soberbio el áspero desdén, las amarguras del amor despreciado, las demoras de la ley, del empleado la insolencia, la hostilidad que los mezquinos juran al mérito pacífico, pudiendo de tanto mal librarse él mismo, alzando una punta de acero? ¿quién querría seguir cargando en la cansada vida su fardo abrumador?... Pero hay espanto ¡allá del otro lado de la tumba! La muerte, aquel país que todavía está por descubrirse, país de cuya lóbrega frontera ningún viajero regresó, perturba la voluntad, y a todos nos decide a soportar los males que sabemos más bien que ir a buscar lo que ignoramos. Así, ¡oh conciencia!, de nosotros todos haces unos cobardes, y la ardiente resolución original decae al pálido mirar del pensamiento. Así también enérgicas empresas, de trascendencia inmensa, a esa mirada torcieron rumbo, y sin acción murieron.
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