#animal injury mention

[kedreeva]

There are good things in this world still

Today, there are baby quail hatching.

Yesterday, the wind spooked one of the 2024 babies, and she flew into a wall or ceiling in the dark, but today, she has survived the night and she is still fighting.

Today, the sun is shining, and it is warm enough to melt snow, which means I could run around outside with Bug. She has been upset because she wants to go outside, but she wants to go the Outside that she remembers- the one with warmth and sun and grass and leaves and bugs. When it's very cold and the ground is snowed over, the Outside she wants is gone- but it returned today at least in part, and it will be here tomorrow, at least.

Today, I cleared the sink and did the laundry, which means I don't have to do them tomorrow.

There are good things left in this world, however small. This is your opportunity to reblog this and share your good things with each other, or check the notes if you need a reminder.

[roseaesynstylae]

Alpha-17 sees the Nulls in general and Ordo in particular as yappy chihuahuas. The kind of chihuahuas that have barks that just about perforate your eardrum and keep chewing on your most prized possessions but their owner is just like “they’re good boys” and you’re like “they’re not, you didn’t even get them rabies vaccines” and he’s like “they’re too strong to get it” and the damn yappers think they’re hot shit and you just want to punt them into the sun but that would cause too much paperwork, and then one of them bit your brother when he was just trying to shoo it out after it barged in without even giving a reason and he called you and you decided “fuck this, I’m stomping that thing until it stops moving,” but apparently that poorly trained chihuahua is a valuable asset so you can’t grab it by the pauldron and yeet it off the top of the Senate Building and you call your other brothers, who have also wanted to kill the damn things for ages, and you’re all commiserating and Muzzle suggests you all just do it, so now you’re heading to Coruscant to finally make those fucking chihuahuas stop yelling.

TLDR; Alpha sees Ordo as a chihuahua in armor, literally.

Edit: It’s important to note that Alpha sees a tiny dog all but crushed under a pauldron and buried under a kama. And Ordo’s not a healthy chihuahua; he’s one of those chihuahuas that’s clearly inbred, and that wouldn’t be so bad, except he’s also one of those chihuahuas that’s spent its entire life in a purse and being treated like a doll, with the end result that he’s a living ball of tremble and neuroses. According to Alpha-17, anyway.

[briarpatch-kids]

Anyways I mostly measure my pain and disability with easy days, hard days, and neutral days because, like... assigning a number to pain when it's both an unchanging forever part of my life AND a constantly changing force of chaos feels like I'm trying to pin a living butterfly on a card so it can be cataloged.

[i-mybrunettelady]

okay, so. i’m grinding drizz, as one does (seriously i spend a good chunk of my gaming hours there) and it makes me consider a portion of nyra lore i don’t think i’ve talked about much before - her mounts!

mentions of animal injury below!

her only official mounts rn are her raptor trippy and her skyscale maurizia (pronounced mauriTHia thank you very much) and they’re both very much present with her during icebrood saga.

trippy is there with her for the first half of it, up until drizzlewood. she was trapped with him in bjora in darkrime delves alongside almorra’s grave because the snowstorm was so bad she had to wait it out with the grave of her order’s general - order she watched slowly thin out by the way - which is y i k e s. not being with trippy, who is like an oversized dog but with claws and lizard-y. everything else about it is. he then almost died by falling so terribly he injured his spine and she branded him so he’s half-branded now, like her!

maurizia takes over after that, because she sent him home to recover for a bit. i imagine she’s flown on zia’s back for scouting purposes across the entirety of the map. there were snipers, of course - but if they so much as grazed zia’s wings, they had the full wrath of the legendary commander to contend with. also, the sight of nyra flying down on a skyscale of all things must have chilled blood in dominion’s veins (i know it would in mine) considering that by icebrood saga, nyra’s quite a proficient skyscale rider.

(don’t ask me where she keeps a whole ass skyscale. she just does. when she lets me know i will let you know as well.)

[dreamingofbabylon]

took my baby kittycritter to the vet today cause her spay incision was looking yuckydisgusting and i was like in tears last night sending photos of it to my vet thinking how I didn't take good enough care of her and I was neglectful and she's suffering and I should've somehow kept her from jumping and playing so much and oh god what if she pulled something open she's gonna turn inside out like a harlequin baby oh god oh fuck

but the vet brought her back out and was like no her paunch is just folding over and making it gross hehe. 😐 so she just. has a silly little baby tummy roll that's holding in gunk that I now must tidy up with a baby wipe every day bc she is such a special gross icky little lady. ok !

[kedreeva]

Maybe a silly question, but why do we use ear tags for mice and not leg bands like we do for birds?

the question is better asked if you look the other way- why do we use leg bands for birds instead of ear tags? The answer is that birds haven't got ear shells to tag, or we probably would. Ear tagging is a common marking tool for many domestic species that do have ears; cows, sheep, goats, rabbits, mice, rats etc. We even clip a feral cat's ear a certain way to show at a glance they've been fixed.

The other answer is that leg bands on birds do not restrict movement of the bird while still being obviously visible without touching the bird. Now, to read it you may have to capture the bird, yes, but at a glance, you can see the bird HAS a band and doesn't need to be captured to add one. There's another way to mark birds, wing banding, which is basically the exact same item as an ear tag, but bigger and pierced through the bird's patagium skin. These are unobtrusive as well, but require piercing the skin and cannot usually be easily seen. There ARE bigger wing tags, like the ones they use to track condors, but those aren't typical for most birds, to my knowledge.

For mice, a band on the leg would inhibit movement and likely cause skin sores from rubbing as they walk. They don't walk high on their legs, they keep close to the ground for the most part (since they are tiny prey animals). It would also be more difficult to apply a band to a leg; either it's a solid band slid on as a baby (which is how they do it for pigeons) that would slide off if too big or get too tight if it fit as a baby, or it's a clamping band (like we use for the peafowl here) that would be Very tricky to use without hurting the mouse and likely couldn't be done one-handed. I cannot band the birds one handed, I have to have someone hold the bird while I do the banding. With ear tags, I can do it alone, and know that it will not cause the mouse any problems.

Now, ear tags are not the only way to mark mice (and rats). People use to do toe clipping, which is just as brutal as it sounds, where they clip off one of the toes when the mice are very young. I have never seen this used in practice, in 12 years in a research facility, but it was talked about as a thing that used to happen. There's also ear notching, which is still used for mice and, surprisingly, for pigs. There are little hole-punch looking tools that are used to snip a little notch at certain points of the ears. Depending on the placement on the ear, and which ear, the notches serve as a numbering system. There's also tail tattoos, toe tattoos, and ear tattoos! I would have liked to do tail tattooing, but with black mice that's basically useless lol

And so, ear tags are the most efficient, easiest (to apply, see, and care for), and safest method for mouse ID for most folks dealing with semi- to identical animals.

[thisisnotfineactually]

this tag made me remember that my dad had an alaskan malamute before he met my mom, and that dog spent some time living free range on his aunt & uncle’s farm, and one time the dog cane home with a small calibre bullet wound because a neighboring farmer had shot at him thinking he was a wolf

[becquerelnoir]

they ADHDed their way though their warrior ceremony

Yellowblood is a very busy cat

[fairymint]

General Headcanon for the Legendaries that I happen to have occasional muse for, Felix's pokemon;

with the exception of Dialga, They're all gods who.....are very, very playful and exhibit 'flawed' and animalistic behaviour. It's like their pokemon form is their 'fursona' of sorts, so they act dumb in fitting ways.

Think Xerneas as an unwitting deer that will crash through a window, or dart in front of a car, as well as obnoxious stag behaviour.

Arceus is the most calm and collected when in human form, but in pokemon form? a horse except it's willing to wrestle/play fight with you. Also carries the HGSS vibe of giving a very goofy smile and has the vibes of the paradox pokemon when happy.

Giratina mixes traits from birds (including those capable of mimicing noises and humans- every sound in the world including death screams), snakes, and bugs, usually clicking like a beetle guard when in pokemon form.

everything about these animals ever is something they might do, but it's for fun and not for a lack of communication ability- just a bunch of primordial adults acting akin to children playing pretend as animals on the playground-

[bearsunlimited]

for anyone who doesn't care:

Balloonfest '86 or Balloonfest of September 27, 1986 was an event that happened in Cleveland, Ohio. It was a publicity stunt that doubled as a fundraiser for United Way. It was 250 ft x 150 ft and it was over 1.5 MILLION balloons in a woven net that held it all together.

The point of it was to get the world record for most balloons released at once, to surpass Disney, who'd won it the year prior.

The balloons rose and got hit with some cold air and rain, causing them to, still inflated, rain down on the city, even drifting over Lake Eerie and clogging waterways in CANADA. People were crashing cause the balloons were falling in the roads cause people to swerve. Two fishermen who went out the previous day (Sept. 26) and never came back, their families reported them missing. The deflated balloons had made it impossible for helicopters and the Coast Guard to find anyone, describing the scene as an "asteroid field" of balloons.

On the 29th, their bodies washed up on shore, and the wife of one sued United Way for $3.5 million (settled on undisclosed terms).

Some horses were startled and resulted in permanent injuries, the owner sued United Way for $100,00 (settled on undisclosed terms).

In the end, the fundraiser lost money (cost overruns) and Guinness, although acknowledging that it won the world record, did not add it to the books due to the environmental damages and no longer adds environmentally dangerous acts such as Balloon releases.

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I have finally figured out the camera lens and the setting I need to catch clear photos of wolverines! Ugh, I just love them and their incredibly dense fur so much.

These two are Rainier and Ahma at Northwest Trek. They're full siblings, but were born in different litters, in 2009 and 2007 respectively. The easiest way to tell them apart is by their eyes - or, really, their lack thereof. They've both got some congenital eye issues that have resulted in the surgical removal of one/both eyes as they've aged into elderhood. Ahma is now eyeless, and Rainier still has one eye left (although a keeper did mention it may be getting close to that time, again).

As you'll see, though, they still get around spectacularly. When it comes to finding snacks, they do it by smell. I rented a lens specifically to take photos of this special enrichment day: an elk carcass feed. They got an elk spine and pelvis, both sourced from a safely-euthanized member of the herd at the same facility.

Photos containing the carcasses will be below the cut. The carcass chunks are not bloody or gory - they look kind of like something you'd find on a grocery store shelves - so I'd really suggest checking the photos out. Wolverines are super strong, super tough little guys and it was so cool to see these two really get into tearing apart huge hunks of meat.

Beyond here lies MEAT.

[bunnieswithknives]

Gore, Violence and Blood under the cut

What a mess

[aphidclan-clangen]

part 2 out of 3

[doctornota]

CHIN TUCKED INTO HIS COLLAR, hands shoved into his pockets, Leonard tries to make short work of finding his way home. It's perhaps the worst part about late nights at the hospital. Everything crashes down around your shoulders all at once there at the end of it. The city ought to consider itself lucky it doesn't have to watch him crawl his way home, because, frankly, he's seeing the appeal. Or at least his aching feet are seeing the appeal.

Preoccupied as he is with the running mantra of you can't crash until you get the hell home, there's a couch in the apartment, Leonard just about jumps out of his skin at the approach of a... d..og. Fox? Some sort of animal, waltzing right on down the middle of the sidewalk like he has business to attend to. Yeah, the city's weird, it's never going to stop being weird, but this is a first for him, even here. He stares, not even trying to hide his blatant surprise, as a bedraggled little puppy is set at his feet.

It's pathetic-looking, like the strays near the farm back home. He's crouched down in an instant.

"I'm, uh..." not a vet, he almost says, but it's not necessarily true anymore. The Enterprise has tended to its fair share of animals out there. How many famines have they stopped because they stepped in to cure some space cows? Plenty of aliens are shockingly canine-like... and he can't just leave it. "...Something like that," he decides finally, and swings his bag off his shoulder to fish for his medkit.

"I'm sure we can find a veterinary clinic somewhere around here, but let's stabilize the poor thing, first." He doesn't like the look of its back legs and, anyway, knows he's going to be more useful to the vets if he can give them a good run-down on its condition. Where'd he put his tricorder..? "Where'd you find the little guy?"

Finally seeing a someone walking these mostly empty backstreets, Enki turns and makes a beeline for them, carrying his precious cargo in his mouth. Trotting up to the human, he carefully places his burden - a scraggly looking white pup - at the man's feet before clearing his throat politely.

"Excuse me, do you know where one might find the nearest physician? This animal appears to be malnourished and injured."

@doctornota

[rosdevw2]

hc of Dark surviving after showdown :]

He lost his arm and made himself a prosthetic, also his powers got weakened by Second's laser, bro's just trying to live his best life

[autumndragon]

honestly i really appreciate the writers of rtte stretching the rating as far as they could, now more than ever, because i can't believe how refreshing it is to hear words like "kill" and "death" and "tortured" just be said instead of it being censored away