#dumb pigeon

[losdibujitos]

Paloma tonta 🐦

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

great news, pigeon has discovered that sometimes when i hold a bag and it makes noise it's treats

bad news, she got a brain the size of a walnut and does not understand the difference between a tasty little salmon filled morsel and a spoonful of fucken turmeric, but she doesn't care, she fucken WANTS it

[xxraidshadowscuntxx]

mediscoot pets

[spooky-activity]

Commission of Hella and Hecate from Path to Nowhere and a pigeon-ified Chief

[chalkscrub]

babygirl doodles from a little while ago

[pigeon-butch]

he's nesting :)

[cuttyflammm]

i genuinely don’t know

[ahollowgrave]

11. Blood at the corner of your mouth.

It is not your blood at the edge of your mouth. Not your blood that your tongue swipes from the corner of your lips.  Not your blood whose coppery tastes lingers between your teeth. 

But he fucking deserved it.

Sister Kindness has you tucked under her arm as she, to use her words, books it. Something she must not do often because she huffs and puffs her way through the crowded Shaded Bower. And though some call out ‘Sister’ to her with warm recognition she does not stop ‘booking’ it. (Sister Kindness would have you know that she is perfectly in shape for a woman of her age. She was ‘huffing and puffing’ from the extra weight of carrying you, thank you very much.)

She slows when the westshore pier appears around the corner and then she steps off the main path and sets you down. Kneeling to be something more like eye-level, she pulls a Roegadyn-sized handkerchief from the depths of her habit. Wetting a corner with a flask pulled from a separate, equally confusing pocket she begins to clean the blood from your face.

Sister Kindness’ hand is firm where it grips your chin, holding as little of you as possible. For once the contact does not send you recoiling. Perhaps it is the way your rage has left you as quickly as it had flooded you, leaving you feeling drained of everything else as well. Now that the moment has passed you tremble and, to your horror, you can feel a well of tears rising to fill that empty space.

“Was a helluva bite, darling girl,” Sister Kindness’s voice is quiet as she tilts your head to the light, searching for any blood she may have missed. You focus on her creek colored eyes and swear you feel their waters lapping at your ankles. Her smile is sudden but woozy around the edges; she is just as shaken. "Reckon he'll have a scar, too. Bet he lies about who gave it to him." ‘He’ was an elezen man -- maybe a merchant but likely not, as Sister Kindness did not know him -- with a face as sharp as his ears and a smile that spoke of too much confidence. And you had hated him on sight. His crime was making Sister Kindness uncomfortable and his mistake was not being aware of his surroundings. 

It does not take much pressure to break skin. 

Pleased with her work, Sister Kindness rises and disappears the handkerchief away. Handing you the flask, she instructs you to take a sip, swirl it around your mouth, and spit it out. There is some confusion about what 'swirl' means but, eventually, she is satisfied with this too. “Well, we didn’t get what I came for but we’ll be headed home all the same. Come now, before the ferry leaves without us. We will, ah, not be telling the abbess about this.” You don’t know if she means the bite or the trip to the city. 

You don’t ask.

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ][ Sensory Prompts ][

[harkthorn]

Unconcerned Coopuccino and Americano as Ogre looks on in the background

[lady-a-stuff]

I'll never get over that when Kaz realize that Van Eck conned him he goes back instantly to the first time he was conned it's "It was Hertzoon and his coffeehouse all over again, only now Kaz was old enough to know better." and he tries to trick Van Eck back but he ends up losing and it's "He felt as he had looking into the darkened windows of the house on Zelverstraat. Helpless once more" HELPLESS ONCE MORE

and then he's saying to Jesper “Saints, Jesper, you really haven’t learned anything in the Dregs, have you? You’re still the same dumb farm boy who stepped off the boat.” but I can't help thinking this is what he is thinking about himself

[pigeon-behavior]

Did you know that pigeons can hear infrasound?

I broke out the Cornell book for this one, just to make sure I hadn't made this up.

What's infrasound, you may be asking. Well, you may be more familiar with the other side of that particular coin - ultrasound. Ultrasound is sound that falls above the upper limits of human hearing, and infrasound is sound that that falls below the lower limits of human hearing.

For reference, the average human is picking up a lot of things between 20Hz and 20,000Hz, but frankly a lot less on the extreme ends up the spectrum than in the middle. It's highly possible you can't hear anything above 15,000Hz. And many people can't really explicitly hear as low as 20Hz - they physically feel its presence more than anything. Like an audio ghost. Think about that the next time you feel the bass in your chest!

Now, while there are seemingly plenty of mammals that can hear ultrasound that aren't us (dogs are the easiest example of this), there aren't really all that many birds who verge into the ultrasonic. Even the Oilbird, which can navigate total darkness via echolocation, does so in a range of sound audible to us. So, by definition, not ultrasonic.

Not many birds are in this infrasound range, either. There's a good reason for that.

Infrasound travels very, very far. So far, that it can become useless. It's hard to focus on your daily life when you can hear the ocean and every other deep, dark rumbling within several hundred miles. Especially because infrasound is not particularly affected by obstacles.

Here's a couple fairly telling examples of species that utilize infrasound for communication. Both extent species of elephants, and some of the great whales, including fin whales and blue whales.

And pigeons. Rock doves. Can hear infrasound. As low as 0.5Hz.

Now, it's noted that this is not where they specialize, hearing-wise. Much like us, they pay a lot more daily attention to sounds we would find perfectly audible.

They don't know why they can do this. It's been suggested maybe they use it for navigation, but there's been no great theory offered to explain how they might be using it that way. Infrasound as a rule is hard to use very directionally. Perhaps they use it amongst each other, or to talk to their babies. I don't know! I think it's extremely cool though.

And, bonus fun fact. The other prominent bird that can hear infrasound? The Eurasian Capercaillie, those fuckoff huge grouse that are willing to fight people!

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[helianthus21]

life his so hard for a Kwak Dong Yeon fan

[thedevaaffliction]

The Great Millipede of [Redacted]

Reports of scouts heading towards [redacted] have returned sighting that the one damaged fortifications had not only been repaired, but seemingly grown in size. In the surrounding area, a large Insectoid beast was seen. Despite it's size and unnerving singing, the scouts report that it appeared to have no aggressive intent when left undisturbed.

[caperingcryptid]

Sometimes, Pigeon

Sometimes I look at pigeons With their blank and empty eyes Their dark and mottled feathers Their sweet and mournful cries

Sometimes I look at pigeons and I think of all they've lost. They once were all our friends, you know. They used to be our pets. They were our dearest messengers something that we forget.

They are silly little birds, yet we call them "rats with wings". We wronged them, we shunned them. We tossed them out like things.

Sometimes I wish to hold one. To bring them to my home. Sometimes I wish to kiss them atop their little domes.

"I've not forgotten," I'd tell them then. "You sweet, abandoned things."

"I love your darling little waddles. I love your blank and empty eyes. I love your dark and mottled feathers and sweet and mournful cries."

Sometimes I look at pigeons The sweet, abandoned things. I hope they know that someone loves them and listens to them sing.

[cloysterbell]

Pigeons <3

[nickbutnodick]

i hate being smart. i already have enough problems fitting in, i really just want to stop being different for once.