Bjarndýrakóngur

Variations: King of the Bears, Einhyrningur (Unicorn)

The Bjarndýrakóngur, the “King of the Bears”, is the undisputed monarch of the polar bears of Iceland. It is born from a female polar bear and a walrus or a bull.
A bjarndýrakóngur has red cheeks and a single horn on its forehead. The horn, which is its scepter of authority, has a sharp end and is tipped with a platinum globe. It emits a bright light in all directions such that the bjarndýrakóngur can always see its way through the darkness.
The king of the bears is as wise and noble as it is powerful. It understands human speech and demands loyalty and obeisance from other polar bears. While easily capable of killing with its horn, it only does so in self-defense or in judgment on wayward subjects.


It is said that, on a Whitsun church service in the 18th century, a procession of 12 or 13 polar bears was seen ambling from the outer parts of Iceland. They were led by a stately and benevolent bjarndýrakóngur. The clergyman greeting them in full regalia, as did the congregation, and bowed to the king, who returned the bow. The bjarndýrakóngur continued to lead his subjects through southern Iceland. At Borgamór the last bear in the line killed and ate a sheep, whereupon the king ran the offending bear through with his horn. Eventually the royal cortège reached Grenivík where they disappeared into the sea.


The only animal that will dare challenge the king of the bears is a redcheek or redjowl. This is a highly aggressive polar bear with distinctive reddish pink coloration on one cheek. Redcheeks will attack any beast or man that it encounters – but against the king of bears they meet their match.


 References
Hlidberg, J. B. and Aegisson, S.; McQueen, F. J. M. and Kjartansson, R., trans. (2011) Meeting with Monsters. JPV utgafa, Reykjavik.

November 11, 2020 at 04:31PM

Grape Soda Carl shows off his ventriloquism skills with Li’l Beeper.

GSCarl is not the most skilled but cheats a bit with an AUX audio plug stashed in Beep’s base.

Hecklers should beware his second set of arms in a fiddler crab formation. (specifically the huge boxing glove haymaker available on a swivel)

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November 10, 2020 at 01:09PM

Swampwalk quarantine isolation day 242

Comfortable temps, upper 60f.

Mostly clear, midday walk. Critter counts : in the swamp proper – a massive fluffy rabbit, two well-fed groundhogs, four squirrels, two bluebirds (not jays), a cardinal, and an osprey. Some small holly seedlings are making an appearance near the edge of the water.

In more human space- panda the cat on PG’s porch chair having a snooze, more finch type little brown birds with red heads, and another groundhog.

More foliage has dropped, maybe 80% is on the ground at this point. I love the scent of rotting leaves .. reminds me a little of pouch tobacco. Sweet, sort of earthy. Glad I had my inhaler with me as a maniac was running a fireplace in shortsleeve weather, but the scent of burning wood overpowered the other scents once I got to street level.

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November 09, 2020 at 10:42AM

Swampwalk social isolation quarantine day 241

Non-evergreen trees have dropped about 40% of their leaves. There are some lovely colors still hanging on for the moment, and the ground has a nice thick carpet of brown, wet, sweet-smelling and spongy cover.

As for the critters, squirrels have been seriously munching on our tiny pumpkins and the odd old apple from our deck, along with bringing peanuts from next door… makes the leaving look a bit like the underside of some 1930s circus bleachers. Thankfully, the mess is dry and easily picked up.

Weather is still cool but not cold, about 64F, and clear.

Other beasties seen today aside from many squirrels were:

A possum, several black vultures, a small non-v (maybe a half dozen) of geese flying toward the bay, three humans, including two friendly neighbors and one military guy in a camo uniform walking down the road… the only visible black that he had on was his boots and sidearm. No cats or dogs, sadly.

Still processing election results. I was so worried that 45 would win somehow. I haven’t been able to be joyous yet, but hope that January will make for more steps forward.

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