#animal death ?

[vintagewildlife]

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

[fuzzynecromancer]

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

Romans will see a mouse and eat it

[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.

[witchrealms]

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[interdimentional]

[dandunn]

adulthood

[wigmund]

Fear the little beast

In Russia squirrels have been known to hunt stray dogs in packs, mobbing them in large numbers, gnawing them to death, and witnesses claim the squirrels then ran off carrying small chunks of flesh. It's probably a social defensive response that ended up accidentally killing the percieved predator and the squirrels were just like "hey, waste not want not" and decided to eat some of their would-be attacker.

hey what the FUCK is going on in Russia

[wachinyeya]

Nigerian Authorities Seize 2 Tons of Pangolin Scales and Arrest Key Broker in Major Wildlife Trafficking Bust https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/nigerian-authorities-seize-2-tons-of-pangolin-scales-and-arrest-key-broker-in-major-wildlife-trafficking-bust/

[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.

[torajira]

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

[vamp-orwave]

x / x / x / x / ? / ?

unconventional bone jewelry

[ink-the-artist]

Girls when their periods sync

[owainigo]

wolf in sheep's clothing