#I LOVE THESE BIRDS

[crabussy]

two gorgeous kererū I saw today within arms reach

[malbecmusings]

Sup dude!

via Kristian Gillies

[mintaikk]

It's spring so those fuckin horny-ass birds are gonna start screaming at 5 in the morning

[writebackatya]

It is literally impossible for me to come up with a DuckTales story that doesn’t use any of these characters:

I’ve now accepted that fact and I hope you can too

[large-baguette-112]

Receive

My favorite

SECRETARY BIRD!!!!

[unhonestlymirror]

I will never stop being amazed by how much Lithuanians like storks. They seem to pray to them as to sacred birds: when you drive along the highway, for every 20 meters you will see a storks' nest. I sadly have no pretty pictures, but believe me, it looks like Heaven on Earth.

[dinosaurwithablog]

That bird doesn't look happy, but I'm sure that's it's being treated kindly and banded to help the species. Look at that mouth!! Nightjars are gorgeous birds. Like the closely related frogmouth, they are one of my favorite birds!! They are beautiful to me 😍

[https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/112646473]

Eurasian Nightjar || Caprimulgus europaeus

Observed in Greece

Least Concern in location of observation

Bird banding is much more fun for the banders than for the birds lol

[nipuni]

Phoenix

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon soon 😊

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[great-and-small]

Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”

[dinosaurwithablog]

One of my favorite birds ever!!! This mother and chick photo illustrates why I love these birds. Look at that mouth!! 😍 Look at those faces!! 😍As a dinosaur myself, I love birds who remind me of their dinosaur ancestry. They're beautiful birds, indeed!!!

Large Frogmouth (Batrachostomus auritus), mother with chick, family Podargidae, order Podargiformes, found in SE Asia

photograph by Jamil Mat Isa

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[bigolialragu]

i like thinking that laios would go crazy on birdwatching after the [SPOILERS] curse

[cannibalovers]

Documenting Will’s catches

[dovemoulins]

finch fancam❤

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.