#animal death /

[vintagewildlife]

Hand in the maw of a wolf skull By: Leonard Lee Rue III From: The Order of Wolves 1976

[bunjywunjy]

BUNJ! Have you heard about the vole hunting squirrels in California???

WHAT

that's wild! makes sense that it's ground squirrels, other animals in that family are also known to hunt and kill rodents. wild that this is an emerging behavior!

[breadeatingducks]

It’s better to fish in the sink then sink in the fish

google photos is so funny. three years since fish in da sink

[todaysbird]

it’s with a heavy heart that i have to share the passing of my beloved Green Rat. green defied all of our expectations; we took her from a family member at age 2 1/2 after her sister passed and left her a single rat, and expected she would likely be a hospice care animal that we didn’t have long. we were pleasantly surprised to spend another year with our wonderful friend! green was exuberant, enthusiastic, and friendly to a fault. that’s why yesterday, when she took a sharp turn for the worse, i knew it was time to let her go so she did not have to suffer. she is already deeply missed by her human and rattie family members, and she will not be forgotten. thank you to everyone who enjoyed updates on green during our wonderful time together 💕

[palaeosinensis]

As paraphrased from Gustav Mahler's second symphony (fifth movement): "You were not born for no reason. You have not lived for nothing. Nor suffered in vain. What has lived must also perish What has perished shall rise again." Happy Winter Solstice.

[froody]

that clip of a beautiful young deer nudging a small songbird along with its snout and then immediately eating it in one bite never leaves my mind. like top 10 home video nature clips. everything about it from the astounded human commentary to the other birds diving and swooping on the deer to try to stop it. the Internet was invented for sharing these moments.

[fuzzynecromancer]

this added a layer to a joke from Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment

Romans will see a mouse and eat it

[witchrealms]

(x)

[dandunn]

adulthood

[interdimentional]

[mcytimagedescribed]

[ID: Various Tumblr posts with Wild Life SMP characters edited on, implying that the characters wrote the posts.

image 1: Originally posted by @/nothingstudios.

Tango (fly 1): Hey everybody should we all show up spontaneously in this guy's (Gem and Joel's) house Etho (fly 2): yes Scar (fly 3): yes Bdubs (fly 4): yes Jimmy (fly 5): yes Lizzie (fly 6): yes Pearl (fly 7): yes FLY 8 (Impulse) and 234 MORE (the rest of Wild Life) are typing…

image 2: Originally posted by @/lesbiacebian.

Creaking!BigB and Scott: let me change into something more comfortable turns into a beast (a Creaking and a chicken)

image 3: Originally posted by @/c3rvida3.

Grian: It is so, so fucking vital to your health and safety to be in cahoots with at least one person at all times.

image 4: Originally posted by @/jbt7493.

Joel: "Before You Embark On A Journey Of Revenge, Dig Two Graves". what a stupid fucking quote. I'm killing way more than two people idiot

image 5: Originally posted by @/sylwerwulf-txt.

Mumbo: whatever explodes like a whale carcass

image 6: Originally posted by @/charlottan.

Bdubs: you wouldnt last 15 seconds inside tje mind of a sleepygirl

image 7: Originally posted by @/rollercoasterwords.

Scott: i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

image 8: Originally posted by @/sygol.

Martyn: lets out a single pitious whimper but doesn't elaborate

image 9: Originally posted by @/boyflesher.

zombie!Skizz and zombie!Mumbo: death will not do us part you stupid cunt (Grian)

image 10: Originally posted by @/welcometogrouchland.

Joel: YOU'RE desperately trying to escape the narrative, I've engaged with it on a structural level and am beginning to make it my home. I'm recarpeting the narrative as we speak

End ID.]

so... wild life, huh?

[homeofhousechickens]

this is probably a morbid question, but how do you put down a chick? and for that matter, how do you usually put down an adult chicken?

Chicks are really small and delicate so just really sharp kitchen shears to cut off the head. Its horrible though and makes me queasy and sad to think about because they are just sweet fluffy babies but it's so awful when they are suffering or incompatible with life.

For adult chickens I use cervical dislocation via broomstick method, and then I immediately cut off the head with my kitchen shears or with sharp garden shears if it's a huge bird. Just seems like the fastest and kindest way possible in my experience.

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[ink-the-artist]

Girls when their periods sync

[owainigo]

wolf in sheep's clothing