#booted racket-tail hummingbird

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Booted racket-tail hummingbird (Ocreatus underwoodii) in Ecuador. Photo by Nicolas Reusens.

[mochibiscuit]

Left-hand-training journal entry #8: Not a Wikipedia article this time, but a webpage from American Bird Conservancy about booted racket tails

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Hummingbirds by Rolf Nussbaumer

Top: Booted Racket-tail (Ocreatus spp.) and Green-Crowned Woodnymph (Thalurania colombica)

Middle: Buff-bellied Hummingbird (Amazilia yucatanenensis)

Bottom: Red-billed Streamertail (Trochilus polytmus)

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painting & improving old photos

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White-booted Racket-tail (Ocreatus underwoodii)

[rondaincorporated]

Hummingbird Species, Part 193

Today we look at the white-booted racket-tail, Ocreatus underwoodii. The White-Booted Racket-Tail Hummingbird, scientifically known as Ocreatus underwoodii, is a remarkable avian species found primarily in the Andean highlands of South America. This species, belonging to the family Trochilidae, is a captivating subject of study due to its unique physical features, extraordinary behavior, and its…

[lylahammar]

I sometimes see you reblog cute birds (which, thank you for brightening my dash with them) and I thought you'd like to know about the existence of booted racket-tails - in case you haven't heard of them before, they're hummingbirds that look like they're wearing little pantaloons!

UR SO RIGHT I LITERALLY JUST SHARED A PICTURE OF ONE OF THEM ON BLUESKY THIS MORNING

I'M ALWAYS OPEN TO HEAR ABOUT MORE COOL AND FUN AND CUTE BIRDS

[totallylulalutiacreations]

Lil Doodle page ft Witch Raven, Witch Raven having tea/a picnic with Ibis (@janeelyakiri Reaper sans), Dust Alt and Phantom Scene, And Fae Rae, now based off a Booted Racket Tail hummingbird :D Hope you all enjoy!

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EXCUSE ME IM

i ASCEND

HUMMER

THATS MY FAVORITE HUMMER

Hummingbird painting for my mum's birthday. Photo ref

B5 arches hot press paper. Schmincke watercolours, coloured pencils and postercolour highlights.

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #NationalHummingbirdDay:

Ernst Haeckel (German, 1834-1919)

“Trochilidae - Kolibris (Hummingbirds)”, chromolithograph, Pl. 99 in Kunstformen der Natur (1899-1904).

Biodiversity Heritage Library

1. Male Ruby-throated Hummingbird

2. Male Horned Sungem

3. Male Crimson Topaz

4. Male Red-tailed Comet

5. Male Tufted Coquette

6. Male Sword-billed Hummingbird

7. Buff-tailed Sicklebill

8. Male Dot-eared Coquette

9. Male White-vented Violetear

10. Male Hooded Visorbearer

11. Female Juan Fernández Firecrown

12. Male Booted Racket-tail

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Bruce Rosenstiel White-booted Racket-tail Hummingbird (Ocreatus underwoodii), Sachatamia, Ecuador 2018

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(Edit: I have no clue why the quality became so bad on here. Feel free to tap for better quality if you want!)

Different versions and info below the cut:

Here's a ref of my gryphon oc, Emeir, a half booted racket-tail hummingbird and half cinammon tabby cat! I’ll be posting info about my interpretation of gryphons as a species here eventually, but in the meantime, here's some info on Emeir themself:

Unlike most of their kind, Emeir has struck out on their own to live in bird society. With their small size, ability to hover, and most importantly their remarkable interest and ability for working on machines, Emeir is incredibly adept at fixing up and improving airships both in and out of ports. Because of how heated it can get within the airships, they wear earrings made out of gems instead of metal. They also seem to have a concerning obsession with volatile materials, and are willing to risk their life in jobs no bird would ever willingly take if they had any other choice just for "the challenge of it".

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Apodiformes Bracket Matchups

Now that the Shorebirds Bracket is over (congrats to the little auk!), I'll be setting up the Apodiformes bracket, created from your submissions! The first-round matchups will be:

Bumblebee hummingbird vs Bee hummingbird

Broad-tailed hummingbird vs Rufous hummingbird

Calliope hummingbird vs Vervain hummingbird

Costa’s hummingbird vs Anna’s hummingbird

Ruby-throated hummingbird vs Red-tailed comet

Black-tailed trainbearer vs Long-tailed sylph

Hispaniolan mango vs Black-throated mango

Horned sungem vs Purple-throated carib

White-booted racket-tail vs Sword-billed hummingbird

Glowing puffleg vs Rainbow starfrontlet

Violet sabrewing vs Crowned woodnymph

Red-billed streamertail vs Black-bellied hummingbird

Purple-throated mountaingem vs Fiery-throated hummingbird

Bohm’s spinetail vs Chestnut-collared swift

Common swift vs Chimney swift

Whiskered treeswift vs Crested treeswift

I'm not certain when I'll be finished making the visuals and fact blurbs, but I'll make an announcement when I am. In the meantime, I will be opening up the submissions form for our bracket after this, which will be a sort of sequel: non-Apodiformes Strisores birds, abbreviated to "Other Strisores." This includes nightjars, owlet-nightjars, oilbirds, potoos, and frogmouths.

Here is the link

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Crowd Scenes . 05 November 2024 . Haeckel Trochilidae Hummingbirds . Plate 99

Ernst Haeckel Kunstformen der Natur 1904 Trochilidae Hummingbird Illustrated Plate 99

Hummingbirds (drawn from millinery specimens, body positions are not natural) Male Ruby-throated Hummingbird Male Horned Sungem Male Crimson Topaz Male Red-tailed Comet Male Tufted Coquette Male Sword-billed Hummingbird Buff-tailed Sicklebill Male Dot-eared Coquette Male White-vented Violetear Male Hooded Visorbearer Female Juan Fernández Firecrown Male Booted Racket-tail

[ryannbosetti]

Joyas Voladoras

By Brian Doyle | June 12, 2012

*this was sent to me following a transcendental haircut hour with poet Marie Howe who initially read the essay out loud to me while I pushed her curls into a flow, misty eyes for both of us

Consider the hummingbird for a long moment. A hummingbird’s heart beats ten times a second. A hummingbird’s heart is the size of a pencil eraser. A hummingbird’s heart is a lot of the hummingbird. Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe, more than three hundred species of them whirring and zooming and nectaring in hummer time zones nine times removed from ours, their hearts hammering faster than we could clearly hear if we pressed our elephantine ears to their infinitesimal chests.

Each one visits a thousand flowers a day. They can dive at sixty miles an hour. They can fly backwards. They can fly more than five hundred miles without pausing to rest. But when they rest they come close to death: on frigid nights, or when they are starving, they retreat into torpor, their metabolic rate slowing to a fifteenth of their normal sleep rate, their hearts sludging nearly to a halt, barely beating, and if they are not soon warmed, if they do not soon find that which is sweet, their hearts grow cold, and they cease to be. Consider for a moment those hummingbirds who did not open their eyes again today, this very day, in the Americas: bearded helmet-crests and booted racket-tails, violet-tailed sylphs and violet-capped woodnymphs, crimson topazes and purple-crowned fairies, red-tailed comets and amethyst woodstars, rainbow-bearded thornbills and glittering-bellied emeralds, velvet-purple coronets and golden-bellied star-frontlets, fiery-tailed awlbills and Andean hillstars, spatuletails and pufflegs, each the most amazing thing you have never seen, each thunderous wild heart the size of an infant’s fingernail, each mad heart silent, a brilliant music stilled.

Hummingbirds, like all flying birds but more so, have incredible enormous immense ferocious metabolisms. To drive those metabolisms they have race-car hearts that eat oxygen at an eye-popping rate. Their hearts are built of thinner, leaner fibers than ours. Their arteries are stiffer and more taut. They have more mitochondria in their heart muscles—anything to gulp more oxygen. Their hearts are stripped to the skin for the war against gravity and inertia, the mad search for food, the insane idea of flight. The price of their ambition is a life closer to death; they suffer more heart attacks and aneurysms and ruptures than any other living creature. It’s expensive to fly. You burn out. You fry the machine. You melt the engine. Every creature on earth has approximately two billion heartbeats to spend in a lifetime. You can spend them slowly, like a tortoise and live to be two hundred years old, or you can spend them fast, like a hummingbird, and live to be two years old.

The biggest heart in the world is inside the blue whale. It weighs more than seven tons. It’s as big as a room. It is a room, with four chambers. A child could walk around it, head high, bending only to step through the valves. The valves are as big as the swinging doors in a saloon. This house of a heart drives a creature a hundred feet long. When this creature is born it is twenty feet long and weighs four tons. It is waaaaay bigger than your car. It drinks a hundred gallons of milk from its mama every day and gains two hundred pounds a day, and when it is seven or eight years old it endures an unimaginable puberty and then it essentially disappears from human ken, for next to nothing is known of the the mating habits, travel patterns, diet, social life, language, social structure, diseases, spirituality, wars, stories, despairs and arts of the blue whale. There are perhaps ten thousand blue whales in the world, living in every ocean on earth, and of the largest animal who ever lived we know nearly nothing. But we know this: the animals with the largest hearts in the world generally travel in pairs, and their penetrating moaning cries, their piercing yearning tongue, can be heard underwater for miles and miles.

Mammals and birds have hearts with four chambers. Reptiles and turtles have hearts with three chambers. Fish have hearts with two chambers. Insects and mollusks have hearts with one chamber. Worms have hearts with one chamber, although they may have as many as eleven single-chambered hearts. Unicellular bacteria have no hearts at all; but even they have fluid eternally in motion, washing from one side of the cell to the other, swirling and whirling. No living being is without interior liquid motion. We all churn inside.

So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one in the end—not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words I have something to tell you, a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in the thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children.

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[creative-chaos-apparently]

I follow this bigtime hummingbird photographer on instagram because he takes photos of my favorite hummingbird species which isn’t very common to see for bird photography.

He’s like some old guy with a massive following. But whenever I share one of his photos to my story he MESSAGES me back with various emojis, thanks, and promises of more booted-racket-tail content. They clearly aren’t bot messages either because they are too human.

and I just think that everyone should be this passionate about hummingbirds and promoting artists works. That’s all.