#Black Palm Cockatoos

[shatterpath]

A PALM COCKY!!!!! OMG, i love these neat birds and he’s so CUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE! I love you and your little friend here to the moon and back! (I wrote one into a very long story years ago and have had a soft spot ever since Love you, fictional Hugo!)

Motivation Monday: You are never too old to set a new goal🌺

[violetsandshrikes]

Black Palm Cockatoo chick at San Diego Zoo (sound warning: hungry baby)

[galaxynajma]

Barou kinda reminds me of a palm cockatoo

[podartists]

Tête de g. nlle. de l' Ara noir à Trompe . Pl. 13. | Histoire naturelle des perroquets t.1 | Biodiversity Heritage Library | rawpixel

[jiozee]

Black Palm Cockatoo

[parrotparadiseparty]

Doi Cacadu-de-Palmier

Cacadu

JANUARY 28, 2017 / DANIELIUGA

Papagalul cacadu trăiește în Australia, Tasmania, Papua Noua Guinee, insulele Solomon, Indonezia și alte insule aproape de Australia și Papua Noua Guinee. Are lungimea de până la 60 cm. (cacaduul de palmier) și greutatea de până la 1200 g. (aceeași subspecie). Sunt ținute destul de des în grădini zoologice, și mai des ca animale de companie.

[jamescandy]

Glossy Black Cockatoo Parrots  - Online Parrot Store

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Buy Glossy Black Cockatoo Parrots Online. The Lustrous Dark Cockatoo is the littlest of the five dark cockatoos. It has a brown-pimple, neck and underparts, with red or orange-red tail boards and a generally dull dark body. The peak is little and subtle and the bill is wide and bulbous.

Reflexive Dark Cockatoos generally happen in eastern Australia, from south-eastern Queensland to eastern Victoria, and there is likewise a distant populace a lot further west, on Kangaroo Island in South Australia. One of the everyday names for the species is the Casuarina Cockatoo, and this emerges from the birds��� favored food.

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[celiaboren]

The Parrot is a good family friend, loyal and devoted and does well with children. We have Ultimate Parrots for sale. African grey parrots for sale

[herpsandbirds]

Is there a gothier parrot than the Dracula Parrot?

Dude there really is not, but have a look at...

Palm Cockatoo (Probosciger aterrimus), family Cacatuidae, order Psittaciformes, North Queensland, Australia

Photograph by Roger MacKertich Photography

Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoo (Zanda funerea), male, family Cacatuidae, NSW, Australia

photograph by David Cook Wildlife Photography

Black Lory (Chalcopsitta atra), family Psittaculidae, order Psittaciformes, endemic to West Papua, New Guinea

photograph by Crisco 1492 

[reasonsforhope]

Humans are so cute. They think they can outsmart birds. They place nasty metal spikes on rooftops and ledges to prevent birds from nesting there.

It’s a classic human trick known in urban design as “evil architecture”: designing a place in a way that’s meant to deter others. Think of the city benches you see segmented by bars to stop homeless people sleeping there.

But birds are genius rebels. Not only are they undeterred by evil architecture, they actually use it to their advantage, according to a new Dutch study published in the journal Deinsea.

Crows and magpies, it turns out, are learning to rip strips of anti-bird spikes off of buildings and use them to build their nests. It’s an incredible addition to the growing body of evidence about the intelligence of birds, so wrongly maligned as stupid that “bird-brained” is still commonly used as an insult...

Magpies also use anti-bird spikes for their nests. In 2021, a hospital patient in Antwerp, Belgium, looked out the window and noticed a huge magpie’s nest in a tree in the courtyard. Biologist Auke-Florian Hiemstra of Leiden-based Naturalis Biodiversity Center, one of the study’s authors, went to collect the nest and found that it was made out of 50 meters of anti-bird strips, containing no fewer than 1,500 metal spikes.

Hiemstra describes the magpie nest as “an impregnable fortress.”

Pictured: A huge magpie nest made out of 1,500 metal spikes.

Magpies are known to build roofs over their nests to prevent other birds from stealing their eggs and young. Usually, they scrounge around in nature for thorny plants or spiky branches to form the roof. But city birds don’t need to search for the perfect branch — they can just use the anti-bird spikes that humans have so kindly put at their disposal.

“The magpies appear to be using the pins exactly the same way we do: to keep other birds away from their nest,” Hiemstra said.

Another urban magpie nest, this one from Scotland, really shows off the roof-building tactic:

Pictured: A nest from Scotland shows how urban magpies are using anti-bird spikes to construct a roof meant to protect their young and eggs from predators.

Birds had already been spotted using upward-pointing anti-bird spikes as foundations for nests. In 2016, the so-called Parkdale Pigeon became Twitter-famous for refusing to give up when humans removed her first nest and installed spikes on her chosen nesting site, the top of an LCD monitor on a subway platform in Melbourne. The avian architect rebelled and built an even better home there, using the spikes as a foundation to hold her nest more securely in place.

...Hiemstra’s study is the first to show that birds, adapting to city life, are learning to seek out and use our anti-bird spikes as their nesting material. Pretty badass, right?

The genius of birds — and other animals we underestimate

It’s a well-established fact that many bird species are highly intelligent. Members of the corvid family, which includes crows and magpies, are especially renowned for their smarts. Crows can solve complex puzzles, while magpies can pass the “mirror test” — the classic test that scientists use to determine if a species is self-aware.

Studies show that some birds have evolved cognitive skills similar to our own: They have amazing memories, remembering for months the thousands of different hiding places where they’ve stashed seeds, and they use their own experiences to predict the behavior of other birds, suggesting they’ve got some theory of mind.

And, as author Jennifer Ackerman details in The Genius of Birds, birds are brilliant at using tools. Black palm cockatoos use twigs as drumsticks, tapping out a beat on a tree trunk to get a female’s attention. Jays use sticks as spears to attack other birds...

Birds have also been known to use human tools to their advantage. When carrion crows want to crack a walnut, for example, they position the nut on a busy road, wait for a passing car to crush the shell, then swoop down to collect the nut and eat it. This behavior has been recorded several times in Japanese crows.

But what’s unique about Hiemstra’s study is that it shows birds using human tools, specifically designed to thwart birds’ plans, in order to thwart our plans instead. We humans try to keep birds away with spikes, and the birds — ingenious rebels that they are — retort: Thanks, humans!

-via Vox, July 26, 2023

[jessfandrawer]

Trigun Birdles 🦜

Companion to this post. Naturally.

Look up "birds playing dead" on Youtube to see where I got the ref pic for the last one.

The black palm cockatoo picture came from Unsplash.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼: 𝐹𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐻𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒 ⚜

Oops, I guess it wasn't a one-shot after all. Thank you again to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

TW: gunshot, car chase, canon-typical violence, John and Vincent bickering constantly

Summary: In the wake of the contract notice, John, Vincent, and Dog must flee the Wick residence.

Vincent was fine, actually. Crying? Someone had been crying five minutes ago? Definitely not him.

So John wanted to help him, presumably out of some deranged fit of loneliness. Who really cared why. This was the best news possible. He would be reinstated in no time.

He reclined on John’s couch as if it had been his idea to do so all along, swinging one leg absently over the side while his host dashed back and forth through the house, packing. This rushing around had started the very moment that Vincent stabilized. They’d already waited too long, probably, to leave. The Table would know that he could only be going to one place if he had come to New York, and they would converge on the location. The Wick residence had just become a deathtrap.

But that didn’t concern Vincent terribly - John seemed intent enough on addressing the issue. He went downstairs with an empty duffle bag, came up with a holster around his waist and the duffle bag full, went upstairs in a t-shirt, came down in a black vest under a matching suitcoat. Vincent contemplated whether it was drab. Maybe not, maybe more like “morose.” But well-fitted, at least.

There was something coming down the stairs after John, something that growled and moved a little too quickly towards the couch, halted only by a leash.

“Hey.” John stopped by the coffee table with a harsh look that brought his bulldog to a sit. “We’re gonna be nice to the Marquis, yeah?” It whined apprehensively, casting a suspicious glance in Vincent’s direction, but stopped growling.

Vincent eyed it back with at least as much suspicion. “Is it trained? I don’t want some mutt biting at my heels in the midst of a fight. We’d be better off leaving it behind.”

That harsh look shifted from the bulldog to the Marquis.

“I need you to listen very closely. This is important. You remember what I did to Iosef, yeah? If that dog dies, you die. I have no interest in your marker if that happens. You do not treat him as something you can sacrifice to save yourself. He IS you, got it?”

“C'est un putain de – [It’s a fucking –]”

“He’s you. A vital body part, like your liver.”

“If you knew how a man who can afford the finer indulgences in life treats his liver, you might reconsider your metaphor,” Vincent shot back, smirking.

“Okay, your heart then. But just. Vital. Okay?’

As he realized the purpose of this conversation, something bitter sunk into his stomach and he felt his cheeks flush. “You don’t need to explain empathy to me like I’m a child. I have dogs, you know that, yes? Cats, horses, swans, a peacock…” He strained to remember the more exotic creatures in his collection. Did he buy that hyacinth macaw, or did he choose the palm cockatoo instead? He hadn’t seen the bird since, so he couldn’t be sure.  “Anyway, you know nothing, as usual.” Already this man was insulting him again. Unbelievable.

John just sighed. “Up. We have to go.” He extended a hand that couldn’t have tempted Vincent any less if it had been coated in live wasps. He gave John a look so icy that it earned another whimper from Dog, and struggled upright on his own.

He didn’t trust himself to speak on the walk to the garage. Every step, every tilt of the shoulders, winded him. Maybe shock had been a blessing - he realized that most of the pain had been numbed. But now it was back, tracing a stabbing, fiery line across the pectoral into the bone. It certainly seemed to be aggravated by certain movements, to get worse, but mysteriously, he could never quite detect a moment when it was better. It was a damn trick of the body that took over his vision with a total miasma of pain.

He didn’t even notice John’s hands on him until he was already being lowered into the passenger seat with surprising gentleness. The bulldog was already in the back. Had he blacked out for a second? Massive, muscled hands gripped either side of his waist securely, those darkly troubled eyes peering into his with such maddening concern. This condescending piece of work buckled…his fucking…seatbelt…for him. “Je te déteste [I hate you],” he managed, almost slurring.

“Good. We need you hateful. You want a grenade?”

“I – what? Yes, give it to me.” That woke him up quickly enough. “I’ve never wanted anything so much.”

John dropped the duffle bag in his lap and circled around to the front seat. The engine purred to life. “There’s already a blockade at the end of the street. We cut through the neighbor’s fence. Grenades go out the back after we’re past them.”

The garage door rolled slowly back and for a few short minutes, everything was okay again. Everything was giddy, in fact. It was just after dusk, the sky greying slowly from indigo to black. A quiet, peaceful evening that Vincent couldn’t wait to rip to shreds. With both windows rolled down, the night air rushed between them in a roaring channel of wind that sent John’s hair whirling. A dark little ball of fire turned over and over in Vincent’s hand, and there were more where that came from. John put the pedal to the floor, the acceleration pressing Vincent into his seat and sending a thrill through him as they shot straight through the neighbor’s white picket fence and left two tire treads in a streak across their manicured lawn.

An orderly line of cars scrambled to turn and give chase, bullets striking the taillight, the back window, the trunk. You think you can open fire on the rightful Autem Imperator? He fixed his eyes on them in the rearview mirror, pulled the pin with his teeth, and let them have all the pent up fury of the past miserable day.

Shattered glass and burning bodies. Orange roses and golden filigree painted against the sky. John flying, gliding lane to lane, firing over his shoulder, blind.

Pin. A moment of stabbing pain from the pec all the way through the throwing arm (suddenly worth it). Unfurling flames. Another pin. Another! Could he get this one through the shattered windshield into this idiot’s lap? Yes. He was laughing despite the way every breath stabbed through his chest, every stab fueling the next throw. He was drifting in John’s polished Mustang as it gave its life for him, slowly being riddled with holes but still kicking as the people who hated him spun out in confusion or died screaming in pillars of fire.

They abandoned it some ten minutes later, and jacked a boring white BMW, partly to avoid being followed and partly because it had rattled to a stop all on its own thanks to engine damage. John looked at the previous vehicle for a long moment as he lingered by the driver’s side door. “I like that car.” A simple thing to say, but so loaded given the circumstances.

“It handled like a dream. But at this point, it’s not worth fixing,” Vincent said casually. “You may as well get something even better when this is all over.” He set the final grenade back in the bag, still grinning at the memory of what he had just done.

“No. I want this one and I’ll fix it.” He put the dog in the passenger seat and turned to Vincent at last. “Get in the back this time. Laying down. Better if you don’t get spotted.”

It did sound good to lay down. “…Fine. But if you try to buckle me in again, I’ll cut off your whole hand to match that finger.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He laid down across the backseats. It wasn’t a great fit for someone of his height, but with his legs folded, he managed. In the meantime, John was rooting around in the trunk. He found a throw blanket, probably meant for someone’s pet, and tossed it to Vincent. “Put that over your face, so no one sees you through the windows.”

“It smells disgusting.”

“Just do it.” Vincent was in a good enough mood now not to argue. He grinned up at the ceiling, finally allowing himself to relax as they pulled away. “That was rather exhilarating.”

“Yeah.” There was a hint of a smile in John’s voice.

“So. Where are we going?”

“That depends. Who’s on your side?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we can’t unrun them. You need to solve this. Who would help you with the High Table problem?”

“Are you a simpleton? I’m excommunicated. No one will offer services to me.”

“…Is there really not one person who has a history with you? Who would help you just because of that?”

“Your naiveté astonishes me yet again, Wick. It’s a wonder you’ve survived this long.” The only person who would have helped him for his own sake was Chidi. A pang went through him at that thought. And here was John lording it over him. He swallowed hard and added, “Do you honestly think anyone has helped you just because they’re on your side? At best, people fear you. They see you for the killer that you are and wish to ingratiate themselves to you. No one would want to help you. Maybe you got lucky, found one woman who was confused enough to think of you as worth saving. But look where that got her.”

The car lurched forward with the tiniest increase in speed as John lost control of the gas pedal for a moment in his anger. “Why? Why do you go for the throat like that? I just barely start to have a pleasant conversation with you and then - This is why there’s no one who has your back.”

“At least I know it. I rely on my own strength. You on the other hand - ”

“Forget it,” he spat. “We’ll figure it out in the morning. I’ll just find somewhere to spend the night, next state over.” A tense silence fell between them.

Several minutes later: “…I’m sorry. About your bodyguard.”

Why did this bastard have to be so raw about everything? “…That has nothing to do with anything.”

“Mm-hmm.” The silence resumed, somehow even more tense, but with an entirely different flavor. Vincent found himself holding his breathe, as if John could hear the lump in his throat if he exhaled wrong. Damn him. He was determined not to cry twice in one day.

They took a scenic route into Pennsylvania, avoiding the toll roads. Vincent gazed out of small gap at the edge of the blanket, gradually beginning to shake again. From that low angle, he could see the near-perfect circle of the moon. The radio warbled on about weather next week and love confessions and affairs. He would almost find this moment peaceful, except…there was that horrific, continuous, world swallowing ache from the center of his chest. An ocean of blood no longer restrained. A fracture in the bone at the core of his body. He could not take this kind of pain, he thought. It was an absurd, even a comical amount of pain. He simply could not take it. He should say something to John, perhaps…but he didn’t. And the world began to dissolve.

At last, Vincent de Gramont passed fully into unconsciousness, and dreamed that he was buying a fine show horse. A jet black Orlov, with a star at the center of its forehead. Ribbons of white sheen glimmered down its shiny withers like a freshly waxed autobody. He mounted it for a first ride, eager to inspect his new wares. And as he did so, the spirited creature read something in his motions that was unworthy of trust, something he could neither have predicted nor suppressed. It seemed so unfair… The horse tossed its dark mane, and reared up in terror, and threw him onto the brambles below…onto a jutting tree branch that impaled him through the sternum, far deeper than the bullet had ever sunk.

(Author's note: An Orlov is a Russian horse breed.)

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[crawyx]

2 more done, now one more thing is i need yalls help to pick wich one shall be for black diamond

Palm cockatoo or black cockatoo ( u can search it up and see how they look if u dont know :3, bc honestly i cant decide Lmao

[vengoesbatshitcrazywithpolls]

Ok everyone this is very important

Ok so I decided to add propaganda

Secretary bird: They stomp on snakes. It would be funny if the secretary bird stomped ona keyboard. Iv drawn them before they make great character designs.

Palm cockatoo: Cockatoos are good at screaming, and palm cockatoos also drum with sticks in the wild. Palmys are the most punk aesthetic cockatoo I recken.

Robin: I didn’t specify in the poll which robin, but as seen in the photo I ment European robin. It would be funny, just this small lil round fluffy guy in a punk band.

Crow or raven: Athletic. Crows/ravens have a smooth low voice (when they learn to mimic human speech) and I think that would work well with a cockatoo.

Flamingo species: Same reasoning as robin. Would be particularly good if all the other birds where black/not brightly coloured.

Bearded vulture: Also called lammergeier which I think sounds really cool. I feel like we need a vulture and this is my favourite one. Their diet is bones.

Gull species: Honestly idk why I added gull I just wanted some variety. I feel like gulls have a specific personality I could work with.

All of them: I’ll just try not to procrastinate.

Suggestion: How did I forget about shoebills, there one of my favourites. Also I’d like to mention hornbills.

All imgs I grabbed of Google

I may make a separate poll with the suggestions in it. And more specific species.

[idkfitememate]

I'm back in my Harry Potter phase so...

EVERYONE 🫵 GIVE ME YOUR HOUSE, YOUR PET, YOUR PATRONUS AND THE ANIMAGUS AND WHY IT WILL BE THAT !!

Mine :

House : Slytherin, because yes. The Sorting Hat said it, not me- (the official web site give me, the 3 times I have done it, Slytherin)

Pet : At first I wanted a raccoon, but then I realize it isn't allowed in Hogwarts, so a Snow Owl because have you seen how cute they are ??? Should be illegal to be this cute frfr.

Patronus : well, the official site tell me a Phoenix, but tbh it would most be a raccoon... watch me stealing Hufflepuff students stuff because I want to annoy them.

Animagus : A CROW !!!! My fav animal with the raccoon (the two are my fav animals, I can't choose between them tbh). I want, no, I NEED to fly. I want to be a majestic little crow that fly everywhere in Hogwarts.

YOU'RE TURN !!!🫵

-🦝anon

Ah shit hold on I gotta remember-

House: Slytherin I took the test years ago and all I got was Slytherin so-

Pet:… A Black Palm Cockatoo. I will not elaborate nor explain look one up their so prettyyyyyy

Patronus: idk I really don’t know uhmmmmmm positive… a dove??? I think that’d be funny considering my next answer-

Animagus: RAVEN I WANT TO BE A RAVEN OO LOOK AT ME PRETTY BIIRRDDD

SOMEONE ELSE GO🫵🏾

[greenmaneheart]

~Griffis Supspecies Height Comparison + Info~ ------------------------------------ Just doing this for fun~ I made this so I can use this to design more griffins oc if I want to save time. Also explaining the differences. Not just for these that I show here, also included for other bird species. Of course, I can't filled all in here. Just try and use common senses, if you can.

There's a few things that I explained based in my universe world, so, just want to make that clear.

If the pic is kinda hard to see here, you can view the full and close up image on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/greenmaneheart/art/Griffis-Supspecies-Height-Comparison-Info-in-des-978901373

I will explain more details of what features they had. have fun reading~ ------------------------------------

Very small - HUMMINGBIRD

This also included other small bird species such as kingfisher, kookaburra, cockatiel, parakeet, parrotlet.

They have a certain natural ability based on what bird species they are; kingfisher griffins can catch fish. Kookaburra griffins can make loud and chaotic cry. And more.

Their small size makes it easy for them to fly swiftly or hide in small spaces. ------------------------------------

Medium small - OWL

This included all types of owl species out there.

They can fly without making a slightest sound of their wings flapping while flying.

Their common traits are usually quiet, watchful, sly and deep-thinkers. They seem more active hunting during night time, making them nocturnal creatures.

Owl griffins are considered as the calmest griffin compared to other subspecies griffins.

They are not usually aggressive and only do so when it's necessary like defending their home.

Despite also being considered as a predatory kind, they're pretty calm. ------------------------------------

Medium - MACAW

This included all types of macaw and medium-sized parrots species such as cockatoo, African grey parrot, scarlet macaw, black palm cockatoo and more.

Their habitats are usually in the jungle or rainforest.

Some have the ability to mimic sounds. Their special beak is for macaws, able to crack open any hard nuts easily, without any tools.

Their common traits can come in pretty friendly, intelligent, crafty and creative. They're considered as the smartest and creative subspecies of griffin. ------------------------------------

Large - NORMAL GRIFFIN

A common griffin, half eagle, half lion. However, this also included all types of eagle species, including hawk and falcons. Usually predatory birds.

This type of griffin has the biggest wingspan of all other griffins. A strong flier and the fastest flier than all other griffins.

They are also considered the strongest griffin subspecies.

They are also common subspecies and the most populated compare to other subspecies griffins.

Most of these griffins are very well known to hunt any certain food or animal easily. ------------------------------------

Medium Large - PEAFOWL

Male peacock griffins are usually a bit bigger than female peahen griffins.

However, this size can come from other types of bird such as Lyrebirds and birds of paradise.

Usually the royals are a bit bigger compared to it's average size.

Peafowl griffins are considered as the most beautiful creatures in Griffonia due to their unique pattern and colorful feathers.

Peacock griffin can fly but not as fast as other griffins. Peahen griffin cannot fly properly and can only glide.

Certain peafowl families will wear a certain gem on their forehead to easily identify their close relatives and family. This also to show off their beauty and high quality of themselves.

This has been going for many generations and now considered as their tradition.

Most peafowl are from the royal family. They live in a high ground place called The Proud Tree Kingdom.

They're usually very graceful, elegant, and well mannered. They always try to maintain their appearance to stay clean and beautiful to show that they are more superior than other griffins. ------------------------------------

Very tall and large - OSTRICH

Ostrich griffins are considered as the largest griffin subspecies.

They are also one of the griffins that cannot fly.

Females can have pale, pastel, whitish or brown color feathers, while males have dark coloring feathers.

However, as a normal ostrich would have, they're able to run fast compared to other griffins. Their highest speed limit is almost the same speed as the normal griffin's flying speed.

Most ostrich griffins participated in a racing sport game, and so were considered as professional racers.

These griffins can usually be found in many populations living somewhere in the desert western land, which is where the racing stadium for ostriches is located.