Friday, January 6, 2017

Protecting Brain Damage- Hedge Hog style.

Zookeepers are very protective of the hedgehogs and don’t let them climb up anything tall to drop from great heights, even though that’s what hedgehogs do naturally. “We just go to the zoo and talk to the zookeeper, and look at them and how they move,” he says.

https://www.inverse.com/article/25760-hedgehog-spine-quills-hedgemon-helmet-concussion?

I could not let this grammatical error slip by. The image in my head is too funny.

So scientists want to understand how hedgehogs survive a 30 foot fall without injuries. Hopefully, it can assist them in making an improved helmet for humans.

So do they go wandering into a forest full of hedgehogs and study the tiny animals falling from trees? No. 

Based on all the thousand of pictures of hedgehogs on Pin Interest, I must presume there are none left in the wild. They have all been captured and are loved and adored as the strangest and cutest animal on the planet.

When Hoglets (i.e. babies) are born, they'll weigh from 7 to 25 grams.

In other words, they barely weigh anything.

They are born bald and pink, much like many of us...except for the size difference and a longer nose.

They have two front paws and two feet.

One hour after birth white spine poke through their outer layer of skin. (I hope there are NO nerve endings in that layer of skin, or those poor critters are being tortured.)  

They come from Africa, so they want warm weather. They can grow to 2 pounds, but most hedgehogs do not live beyond 3 or 4 years.

By nature, they climb trees to eat bugs. While trying to grab a meal, they often lose their grip and head south. The minute falling starts, they roll into a ball, with backside facing down. I suspect the weight of the quills will always cause them to land on their back rather than their head or a faceplant.

So now that you know more about the hedgehog in the wild. And it turns out there are plenty of them all over the world. 

Evidently, People see hedgehog, people want hedgehog, people take them home....So let's return to the reason I made this blog.

It turns out scientists want to make safer helmets to protect the brain of HUMANS and thus wish to model it after the hedgehog quills.

Only they go to a zoo to get their info. 
A zoo where hedgehogs aren't allowed to climb and fall. No, these groundhogs must stay on the ground so they don't traumatize a small child watching it fall to the ground.

So, and I take this exactly from the hedgehog's mouth:
“We just go to the zoo and talk to the zookeeper, and look at them and how they move,” he says.



So let's see, they go to a zoo and talk to the zookeeper.

Since zookeeper is the noun of the sentence, we must assume 'them' means there is more than one zoo-keeper, or he had a split personality. 
AND, they watch the zookeeper and sees how he moves. 
Notice how the zookeeper keeps his head from hitting the floor. 
And this is how a hedgehog drops from a 30' tree.  It reaches out to snare a bug, loses, its grip on the bark and falls. 

Instantly it rolls up to protect itself and falls to the ground. It only weighs from 7 grams to 2 pounds depending on it's age. (The mother should not be sending a newborn to hunt down grubs, however, these pics were too cute not to include.)  
So let's say a half pound to a 2 pound hedgehog falls to a ground. It will survive unharmed.

Now let's drop the 180 pound zookeeper 30 feet head first....want to guess how that is going to end up? We can try to get him to roll up, but honestly, it probably won't help at all.

Drop and roll to one side would be his best shot...

All right, I've had enough fun with the grammar error.

If you read the actual article, they think something 'like' the hedgehog quill could diffuse the shockwave that does so much damage in head slams. Sadly my head couldn't get beyond them going to a zoo and watching a zookeeper.


Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Liza shares more about our favorite Scavenger turned SkyRyder



Alisha struts her stuff!

Alisha shot up in a perfect vertical lift and within a few seconds, disappeared from view. Logan knew she’d go all the way to five thousand. It didn’t matter if they couldn’t see her. To pass the test, the troops would be required to go to five thousand feet, so, she’d do it as well.

“She just hit five,” Gunny announced as he watched on radar.

That was damned fast! Logan had figured she wouldn’t hit it for another five minutes. No wonder she had disappeared by the time the smoke had dispersed during the Broadtown battle. She must have already been hovering at five.

Her descent looked to be a free fall until she hit three hundred feet. Then she slowed it down, pulled a rifle from her pack and aimed at the targets and mock fired, then returned the rifle to position and landed precisely on the same two-foot circle she had taken off from.

“She wanted to use live ammo in her rifle,” the general chuckled. “One lesson and she’s ready to take it on.”

“You were right not to let her. It’s better to keep the troops focused on her flying.”

They watched as she carried her catcher over to a twenty-foot wind block and placed it on the windless side. A second wind blocker was set up a hundred yards away.

Logan knew she had re-created the Broadtown compound, except made the distance between the walls about fifteen feet longer. Given that he was going to have to fly over that damned wall, he was grateful for the extra distance. This maneuver definitely favored the lighter flyer.

For Alisha the extra distance made the maneuver so easy that she had to force herself to remain low enough that her slats even touched the wall. Logan suspected he’d need those slats to clear the last two feet.

After clearing the wall, she halted her forward movement and snapped straight up until she came to one thousand feet. From there she tracked a perfect perpendicular line crosswind, then soared downwind, stopped again and performed the third leg to a perfect square. When she reached the final upwind leg, the troops were utterly still. They all knew it was impossible to fly upwind, but they all knew she could do it. Now they were going to find out how.

The crowd murmured as her catcher collapsed. To a Ryder, a collapsed catcher meant death. Alisha leaned forward until the tips of her slats pressed against her chest. She rode upwind into the hundred-mile wind on her slats, with her collapsed catcher streaming behind her. A split second before she reached the edge of her target, she re-engaged her catcher and, precisely on the corner, she lifted back up to a hundred feet and set off diagonally into the square, touching down on each numbered circle in its order. To accomplish this without going outside the square required some incredibly tight one-eighties, but she made them look deceptively easy. As she hopped from circle eight to nine, she released her harness and flew the last eight feet on momentum, landing precisely on the mark with her rifle magically in her hand ready to fire.

Retrieving her catcher, she performed a remarkably fast takeoff. This time, instead of soaring straight up, she held at a low altitude, tracking the same black line. When she reached the upwind side, she climbed to a thousand feet and released her catcher.

There was a collective gasp by the troop. Logan understood their horror. To a flyer, an accidental harness release at a thousand feet was certain death. Yet she made it seem no stranger than her prior head-wind dive, except this time she went far beyond the square’s boundaries.

There was a collective sigh of relief as she touched down and held her balance. Logan shook his head as he realized she had that damned rifle in her hand, pretending to shoot the various targets on her path. As she ended the maneuver, she leaned on the slats, turning her direction back to the training area. She still had enough momentum to pull to a stop before the general and gave him a snappy salute.

Logan smiled, although he felt a little ill. She made it look like child’s play, but he doubted he would find anything playful about learning these maneuvers. He noticed the troops were quiet as well. He knew exactly how they felt. Watching Alisha fly was a humbling experience.


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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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