#Wildlife Stories

[cryoverkiltmilk]

If You Give A Mouse A Wobble

I am watching a mouse make a series of what I can only describe as Fuck Around Choices, and the Find Out is VERY excited to continue this little experiment.

[happylittleghost]

Adventures of big and bloop episode 1

[noseysilverfox]

November 2024

Of course, my appearance on the pond did not go unnoticed. But reaction is also a good source of information. As it turned out, adult turtles are more calm and even confident than the younger generation. They were in no hurry to leave the heated log and sometimes looked up at the top, where I was sitting. The young turtles immediately swam away from any movement🐢🌱

Maybe turtles are not the fastest animals on land, but in the water they are the speed itself, if they need to😏⚡️

Конечно, мое появление на пруду не осталось незамеченным. Но реакция тоже является хорошим источником информации. Как оказалось, взрослые черепахи более спокойные и даже увереннее в себе, нежели молодое поколение. Они не торопились покинуть нагретое бревно и иногда поглядывали на верх, где сидела я. Молоденькие черепахи сразу уплывали от любого движения🐢🌱 Может на суше черепахи не самые быстрые животные, но в воде они сама скорость, если им надо😏⚡️

[cacodaemonia]

[arminreindl]

[have-you-seen-this-animal]

hi i’m here to fulfil my patriotic obligation and kindly request the European bison 🦬

Ooo yeah, super cool animals!

[shy-raccoon]

The princess uses her political power to protect her kingdoms dragon population from knights who are driving dragons closer and closer to extinction by poaching them for their teeth, claws, scales, and the title of dragon slayer.

[alecgypaetusbarbatus]

Lil bat crunching a lil worm.

Note: I'm a wildlife rehabber volunteer and everything I do is under supervision. Like feeding this bat.

[balkanradfem]

I just had an Experience in the water.

Heading home from my garden where I re-planted new tomatoes (because my original ones all got destroyed by the frost, RIP), I was feeling a little dizzy, light-headead and woozy. I figured putting myself inside the cold river was the best solution for all of these things, so I changed my course to the secluded edge of the fields, where trees and bushes were guarding the ground. And, if one was not afraid of slipping and rolling down, water could be accessed as well.

I hid myself into the bushy riverside area, got most of my clothing off and slowly tipped inside the river. It was colder than usual, due to the recent frosty days, so it took me a few tries to get myself completely submerged. I usually make sure nobody can see me; this time there was a small group on the other side of the river, but they seemed to be children, and I don't believe they had noticed me at all.

I was having a great time up to my neck inside the icy water, when something hit the back of my thigh. A log must have somehow bumped into me, I thought, and I turned around trying to see it in the water, when something poked its head out and swam around me. A dog somehow swam here, I thought even more confused, but then she turned her head around, and looked at me, and I realized it was a beaver! A whole big grown up beaver was right next to me, looking at me! I gasped and stared mesmerized, while she stared back at me good-naturedly, for a good few seconds, both of us in shock. Then she turned to swim away, but I couldn't watch her departure because something else got my full attention. A big bird was flying right at me. I saw the big wing span before I saw the head, and it was – a heron. I was immediately thrilled by this, because herons will not come close to me, I had herons offendedly fly away if I so much as looked at them from 500 meters distance. This one was already so close! Come to me, I thought with satisfaction, but then, already so close, the heron realized I was there, and changed direction mid-flight, flinching away from my offensive presence. It made a big circle to the other side of the river instead. I could still see it from up close!

Also during this entire encounter, I was almost completely naked, was only wearing my underwear. The animals were also not wearing anything so we were all even. I've never seen a beaver, or a heron, from such short distance before. I don't think this kind of thing could happen in the warmer months, I think the animals only relax this much in the river when the water is not very human-hospitable, so they don't expect to run into a whole human being while chilling on a Saturday evening.

My first interaction with a beaver was an underwater headbutt! It wasn't strong, but I can still feel the place on my thigh where she bumped into me, it was so damn cool.

Now, the mystery remains: why were both the beaver and the heron heading for this exact location, at the same time? My first thought was that maybe heron was hunting the beaver, but it doesn't make any sense, the beaver is way too big to be prey. Then I thought, maybe all of this was a coincidence. Maybe the beaver was just there to get some of the floating logs, because she needed some building material. And the heron was using this spot as her usual chilling place, and I rudely occupied it before she could land there. But then it hit me.

They were heading for the same spot, at the same time, because they had a meeting. They were secret friends, and this spot was their hangout spot. They were gonna chill together and discuss recent river news. I sadly was not accepted into their friend group as I was the wrong species and also did not announce that I would be there. I scared them away, my only hope is that they had a chance to gossip and rant about me later.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Worry not for the Nameless Red Disciple, they just went down to the river to chill with the river turtles!

[miyrumiyru]

〰️〰️Wandering and streaming 〰️〰️

Eastern spot-billed duck (Anas zonorhyncha)

[noseysilverfox]

❄️🐕Monroe is on a walk, my parents sent photos😊 I don't think they know, but Monroe is sitting by my favorite fir tree. About 10-15 years ago, it was small, lonely among the birches. And I loved visiting it and taking care, watching it grow year after year🌲A minute of positivity on my blog😌❤️

❄️🐕Монро на прогулке, родители прислали фотографии😊 вряд ли они знают, но Монро сидит у моей любимой ёлки. Около 10-15 лет назад она была небольшой, одинокой среди берез. И мне нравилось навещать ее и ухаживать за ней, наблюдая год за годом, как она растёт🌲Минутка позитива в моем блоге😌❤️

[defilerwyrm]

Bird Guy

I think if you start out as some kind of a *kid you're gonna wind up as some kind of *guy. By which I mean my mom was a Horse Girl and as an adult she's a Dog Lady; and that I was a Dinosaur Kid and a Wolf Kid and a Dragon Kid, and as an adult I have variously been known as a Wolf Guy, Werewolf Guy, Dragon Guy, Snake Guy, and Bird Guy.

Those who know me a bit, or at the very least know what I show of myself and my interests via this blog, might be slightly surprised by the Bird Guy thing. The funny thing about it is that it was a) localized to my office in Houston back when I lived there, b) a title attained fairly quickly, and c) completely by happenstance.

I worked in that office for barely more than a year, but in that time all of the following managed to happen:

One: I came downstairs into the central entry/foyer to find a little crowd of people looking at something by the glass exterior wall. When I went to see what they were all looking at, pack animal that I am, I found they were staring at a bird on the floor huddled against the glass, occasionally jumping and fluttering against it trying to get outside. I looked around in confusion that none of them were, you know, doing anything about it, then walked over, picked the bird up, briefly checked him for injuries (he was fine), took him outside to release. When I came back in the crowd was all staring at me like they couldn't comprehend what had just happened. I went to wash my hands and carried on with what I'd been doing before.

News of this spread rapidly.

Two: While outside having a cigarette with some coworkers, another bird flew into said glass wall and landed like a brick. I snuffed my dart and picked the bird up carefully. He was alive but understandably dazed. I warmed him up in my hands and bothered him a tiny bit to keep him conscious until he rallied and was ready to fly back off.

News of this also spread quickly.

Three: I was having lunch with some friends at a local phо̄ place and a tiny little bird got trapped inside. Once again, lots of people were staring and muttering about it, but no one was making a move to so much as open the door for the poor thing, so I did it myself. Walked up to her, picked her up, let her go out the door. The restaurant erupted into rapid chatter. I washed my hands in the restroom and sat back down to my disappointing soup. My friends were staring at me.

"Did you just pick up a bird?!" one of my friends asked me.

"...Yeah?" I said, not understanding the point of the question.

These events led directly to...

Four: Someone in my office found a nestling dove in the middle of the parking lot, put it in a cardboard box, and took it inside.

Guess who they gave it to.

"I mean, I figured, you're our resident Bird Guy, so.…"

This was news to me. "Oh," I said as I took the box. "Yeah no problem, I'll take care of it."

Called around, found a local wildlife rescue that was already closed for the day, took the dove home, set it up with insulation and water in the bathroom (away from the cats), handed it over to the rescue the next day.

You're always gonna be some kind of *guy.

[biophonies]

finished this comic (based on that wolf meme that's based on the proverb that's often falsely attributed to a mythic Cherokee elder...) ages ago & forgot about it, but these last weeks changed that...

I guess the "joke" is that it's easy to feel powerless, to feel rage and then burn out, or to act like all is well in order to create a false peace, but none of these things will change the world. we must hold each other close, breathe, and act out of love & not anger, so that we are able to act at all. there was a beautiful statement I came across this week that I can no longer find, something like: "you should not stand up to evil acts because you would hope that if our roles were reversed, I would do the same for you. that is patronage, not solidarity. solidarity is standing up for me, as I would for you, because it is part of the work of us creating a world where evil acts cannot take place." every voice that denounces this absolute global shame, this g3nocid3 unfolding before our eyes, that speaks beyond the alienation, the censorship, and the threats so needed to maintain such atrocities, is a voice that can carry us into a better world. so speak up.

learn from direct sources. and BOYCOTT! because human decency is not the language warmongers speak, it is money.

[kisslovegoodbye]

Andy Rouse, “Alright mate, back off — this is my bird”

© Andy Rouse | Nikon Comedy Wildlife

[ashleyfableblack]

With a gust of green flame Queen Chrysalis Sparkle appeared in the disaster-zone that was the West Tower royal laboratory of her wife. "Twilight? I-"

"Honeybug! Thank you for coming home early."

A wide-eyed Queen Twilight cautiously prodded at the hissing spider with a pair of tongs. It lunged and snapped at them with its chelicerae. It backed away from her, it's forelimbs raised in a threatening pose. As it sideled sideways, looking for an opening in Twilight's defenses she maneuvered the tongs like a shield.

A concerned Chrysalis regarded the scene with a raised eyebrow. "That is a Green Widow."

Twilight continued her defensive dance with the irate arachnid. "Correct!"

Chrysalis looked from the hissing creature to Twilight and back. "And why is it here in your laboratory with it's acidic spittle and venomous bite which could even kill an alicorn, like my wife?" Her horn crackled with a whisp of green flame. She drew close to her pony wife, ready to interpose herself.

"I know you're concerned, honeybug." Twilight quickly attempted to reassure her. "I'm fine- WOOP!" She ducked as a thin spray of grey mist shot past her shoulder. It's impact left a smoking buckshot pattern on the nearby bookshelf.

Chrysalis pursed her lips, her fangs scraping against the chitin in worry. "I see." In a gust of green changeling flames she created an invisible shield around Twilight.

"The potency of the green widow's venom is legendary and it's precisely why this one is here. Green widow bites in the Whitetail woods are rare but they have a very high mortality rate. I need to retrieve a sample of its venom to continue our local hospital's research into developing a viable antivenom. This little fellow was volunteered by our local wildlife wranglers for the process. Normally Fluttershy would be handling this but she's come down with the ponypox."

The spider kicked a few of the broken tongue depressors out of its way. With an angry chomp it hefted up the tattered remains of a plush doll, made to resemble the buttercream pegasus and flung it at Twilight. "I'm afraid this little fellah is not in any mood to cooperate."

"Why do you have a little plushie of her?"

"Discord left it here after our last tea-time." She traded knowing eyes with her wife and shrugged. "I didn't ask. Anyways, I was hoping you could help with this moody little guy, with your people's knowledge of the creatures of the deep woods, I theorized you might have an insight to its behavior or at least be able to hypnotize it momentarily."

Chrysalis chuckled. "I'm so glad you had the good sense to ask for my help." She kissed her wife's horn and gave it a playful nip with her fangs. "But mesmerizing it with my enchanting gaze won't be necessary, beloved."

Chrysalis turned to the spider and made a series of clicks and whispered hisses. The furious arachnid set down the beaker it had hefted overhead, prepared to hurl at Twilight. The two hissed and spat back and forth for a moment as Twilight watched in wide-eyed surprise. They were communicating. She was still learning just how helpful it was to have a wife who had literally been almost every species of creature in the world.

"You speak its language?" Her brow furrowed. "It has a language?"

The creature angrily stomped it's forelimbs as Chrysalis nodded. Occasionally it pointed at Twilight and made a particularly disgusted sound, slapping its pedipalps together.

Chrysalis sighed. "Yes. Of a sort. Most sapient beings do." There was a slight tinge of irritation to her words.

"Chrysalis!" Twilight used her magic to retrieve a pencil and note tablet from a nearby desk, excited to record this new knowledge. "This is incredible! Equestrian science knows so little about the green widow!" She hadn't even considered this discovery. "Ooooo! What did it say?"

"Well, for starters, Her name is Miss Mugglywumpus. She does not appreciate being snatched from her burrow and she is very offended by your eyelashes."

Twilight blinked. "My… eyelashes?" The spider hissed and reared up again.

"Yes." Chrysalis looked back to the angry spider. "You've been fluttering them at her in a very rude threat display."

Twilight lifted a tiny mirror to examine herself, suddenly very self-conscious. Normally she was very proud of the inky black cilia which framed her almond-shaped violet eyes. Chrysalis often complimented her on their "come-hither" quality. She supposed they might resemble antennae or some other form of limb to the right perspective.

Her changeling wife continued. "Not only that but your aggressive blinking has been signaling very crass remarks about her hygiene, the size of her abdomen and capacity to spawn a respectably-sized brood."

"I WHAT?!"

Chrysalis motioned to the creature with her serpentine eyes. It glared up at Twilight with all 8 of its crimson peepers. Fangs glistening, forelimbs folded across it's thorax. If there was any expression in a spider's body-language which might indicate it had been the recipient of a potent yo-mama slam, this looked to be about right.

Twilight gave a dejected sigh as Chrysalis placed a consoling hoof across her withers.

She had expected today to be quite eventful. However, as Rainbow Dash might say, she did not have 'sparking a first-contact disaster with her face' on her bingo card today.