#egret II

[arcadebroke]

[aaronkraten]

New Bird to my aviary.

[darthskinnius]

Spotting a stoic "Garza Real" aka Egret / Ardea Alba in the middle of the sea

📍Playa Escondida, Puerto Rico Canon R6 Mark II

[anissakmorris]

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[geodude96]

They have an incredible bond, that's for sure. Think about, for example, Alisa. At the beginning of CSI, Thors was just a place where she could escape from her family and do her own thing. But as it turned out, attending Thors gave her the best friends she could've possibly asked for. 😭

And Juna didn't even want to be there at the beginning of CSIII, but since then she's met many people she's come to dearly love. 😭

The Erebonian’ Trails arc becomes much better if, instead of worrying yourself with the whole “Rean’s harem problem” and whatever ship war may have come from there, you forget about all that jazz and just see Class VII; both og and new, as what they are: The funniest found family ever to exist.

[jetix]

Taito Egret II, 2007-04-02

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Apologies, a remake of chapter III. Did not like the direction it was going.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The mini marines are wanting out of this… Slaanesh house, but worry about you.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Sex Themes(Moaning), Sleep Deprivation.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter II} • {Chapter IV}

To work and take care of the Space Marines entrusted in your care is a lot more work than one might realize. There is a lot to it than just trusting everything will be done, fine and dandy, no. You had to make sure the little Space Marine were fed their healthy amount of being smaller than usual. You had to make sure they were always in high places, just in case they got stepped on as some people just don’t know how to look down where they step, and their… the rather high entertainment level is different with each one of them.

Saveth, the little Night Lord (Who gets adorably upset at you for calling him that. Trying to sever your fingers off as you would pin him to a surface with your hand and shake him, a yowl escaping him.) Needs a good fair share of tricks to pull and things to keep his talon-like gauntlets sharp and… ready. He really isn’t the type to sit still for others or himself, he gets rather impatient at times. Something you conclude that he is just a young Scout. Always hungry for a fraction of adrenaline unlike the more experienced ones you have seen around, lurking slowly in the shadows, ready to strike anything that opposes their bond.

Yet, Saveths’ main thing? To annoy Sarvak, his prime victim in many, many of his games, but you know better than to blame a World Eater for a Night Lords actions. Even from the start, it is quite obvious who is doing what and who should be getting the timeout box. Which Saveth has the highest record so far in the box. Something you feel like he takes a challenge to each time he gets put in the dastardly box. Screeching the loudest in his temporary confinement until your constricting heart can’t take it anymore and you pluck him out of the box; letting him rest on top of your head to redeem yourself to him.

Scarab, the tiny and blue Thousand Son needs to have many books in front of him or he gets antsy: restless. He needs to have something to occupy his mind while you are gone without him snuggling into your pockets, seeing the world from a different height and view. He’ll get more and more… worried and fidgety the more hours, minutes and seconds he thinks about you and where you might have gone and done, but he trusts that you return safely to them like you always have.

The little blue always grows agitated however: clawing up the pages his books subconsciously, staring “mindlessly” into some walls and becomes quite the loner after some time left alone, (which you think this little blue maybe a Liberian or an Apothecary depending on his head shakes of disappointment.) Just like Sarvak, but he isn’t as bad as the poor raging ball of red. He keeps his emotions really well maintained compared to the rest of them with him just coming behind Atheloca who comes in first for being the calmest out of all of them. A rarity for a Death Guard to be calmer than him: a Thousand Son of calculated thoughts.

Atheloca, the stink beetle likes to… wander too close to the garbage of your home, maybe, sometimes rummaging in it. Though, it’s nothing too erratic like Saveth or Sarvak, but he just can be a really stinky little dude when he’s getting into areas one would not like to be, and he absolutely avoids hygiene the best he can: slowly dogging your hands the best he can with a low, pleading warble coming out of him.

He doesn’t want a- a bath! It feels weird on his armor! Makes him all sparkly, like he’s preparing to go to a high-end event like a loyal Ultramarine! Yet his attempts to try and persuade you and his bandmates are futile, and he always ends up smelling like a fresh field of flowers after a rather relaxing intoxicating hot bath. He won’t admit it that he’s starting to like your baths you give him, but you do notice the… obedient changes each time you give him one. Which makes you think his position might be one of a battle-brother or of a scout too.

Finally, Sarvak, the blurred ball of raging red, needs something to keep his rage in check and is the most… disruptive one out of the bunch, but he doesn’t mean to! You know he doesn’t mean to absolutely destroy the underside of your couch or scratch at the bottom of your bed and cabinets, it just how the Butcher's Nails affect him, and he usually apologizes after his brief rundown of his session of aggravation: purring and nuzzling into your neck or the palm of your hand with a small, almost whine-like coo coming out of him as you try and reassure him that it’s not anything unfixable, nor important.

However, there are two things that trigger him the most wherever he may go, and one is an already known bandmate: Saveth. Poor Sarvak gets targeted the most by the tiny Night Lord; being picked on by the insufferable creature of the shadows. Always getting teased, and poked by his bandmate, testing his will, and he swears upon Khorne he will show the lower ranking Night Lord “what’s up” (a saying he has learned from Sharons’ whore of her male mates) once he has grown back into the prime of his body. He is not in his full potential in this sickly, smaller form of himself, and that puts him on the edge. He can’t protect himself as easily as he wants to.

The second thing that triggers him the most is of course: The Butcher's Nails, and it doesn’t help that it’s also influenced by his conflicting emotions. It doesn't help that he thinks so much, but at the same time he feels like he thinks so little, it’s frustrating and infuriating. Why can’t he just think clearly for once? Without the pain of the nails digging into his head, obstructing some of the vital thoughts he has? That he needs to think about. Though, with the more logical thinking he does it enrages him even more than what he already was or has been. The only days (or hours) when he was able to think is when he was with you, his… caretaker? Protector? Serf? He is unsure of what you are to him, but he knows he wouldn’t mind you being his serf. Your presence is more… welcoming and calming of that of the brat of a Night Lord.

Speaking of your presence, he can smell your scent before you have even reached the front door of the house. The keys to the house juggling the dead-bolt lock on the door, making Saveth crawl out from his spot from hiding underneath a decorative pillow on the long sofa and up on the back of it with him. Curious and eager for your return, and the rest of them cannot lie, they also have been absolutely praying and swearing for your return like a Word Bearer or a Black Templar for a damn morning prayer. They all had enough of this… unnatural screeching and thumping coming from Sharons’ selection of the nest.

Don’t get them wrong, they know what she is doing up in there. That part is pretty obvious, but they haven’t expected her to be so loud about it and sound like a high-pitched Tyranid being fucked itself. It’s definitely a haunting noise they would hear for a long period of time, and they really wished they hadn’t. It was so foul, they have even thought about destroying their eardrums just enough so they could regenerate, but they didn’t want you to get in trouble for their insolence. You’re the only one that has their trust the most and could save them from this… house of Slaanesh.

A sigh escapes you as you finally open the front door and close it behind you. Your hand throwing your keys on top of a small, end table near the door as you prepare yourself to take off your shoes. Your hand stabilizing yourself on the corridor wall as you grunt to untie your shoes first, Scarab and Atheloca climbing up the back of the sofa to join him as well to look at you through the dark.

You seem more… shakier than usual. Your hand vibrates as you pull off your first shoe before switching your balance to get your other one. Which you also had trouble trying to stabilize yourself on just your own two feet, and this worries the group about your own health. They cannot have someone whom they trust to be so… vulnerable just like them, especially in this house of ungodly horrors. It just doesn’t feel right.

Saveth attempts to call for your attention. All of them watching as you pause for a second, slowly processing who was calling for you over the sound of pleasured? screeching. The silhouette of your head tilting, questioning what that sound was before you even recognized the little Night Lords call.

“Saveth?” You call back, the form of your body straightening back up, standing on your two feet as you make your way into the living room. Another call leaving Saveth, trying to direct you more through the dark with just his voice and chips before you… apologize to them? Mumbling your words before you just snatch them up in your arms, and take them away to your room?

Your sudden actions definitely have them confused, but they are not complaining about it, just more curious, worried and surprisingly calm about being unwillingly grabbed and being smacked together in your arms. Your presence brings them a certain relaxation to them, but they still can’t help but to be worried about you. You usually never mumble your words or just boldly pick them up. You were mostly kind to them and asked for their consent beforehand, only needing to be more daring to put them in a “timeout box” when they became more… aggressive.

They shift in your arms when you just plot yourself down onto your bed and lean to your side with a bounce as you don’t even bother to change into anything else. Your nose nuzzling into your pillow while you curl around them with your body the best you could. Your fingers subconsciously petting at their armor as they make cute, little confusing sounds up at you. Trying to gain your attention, but it seems you just don’t have enough energy to move besides slowly stroking at them with a finger.

They definitely didn’t take this sudden… depletion in your energy lightly. It has them worried and a bit angry at whatever is taking your energy away from you. They want you to be aware of what’s happening around you, not to be a mindless zombie, and to be taken advantage of. That doesn’t sit right with them, and they want to talk to you about it, but you can’t understand them in this… miniature form. They only sound they make are like little chicks or baby bats squeaking up at you (or so they are informed.) So, they will have to painstakingly come up with a different solution to help you in some way, but for now, they shall take comfort in your aura, and rest closely with you. The sound of your beating heart gratefully overthrowing the horrible screeching of the fighting Slaanesh-Tyranid humanoid from the room above as they can finally get some trusty sleep themselves.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 22, 5 juin 1897, Paris. No. 15. — Toilette de visites. No. 16. — Toilette de promenade. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 15. — Toilette de visites en peau desoie violine, corsage-blouse bouffante en mousseline de soie paille, recouvert par un boléro brodé en appliques de velours noir, col montant en velours avec ruche rabattue en dessus; haute ceinture corselet, boutonnée, en velours noir; manches plates avec petit ballon surmontant un volant de dentelle, appliques sur le bas de la manche. Jupe plate, plissée derrière, brodée d'appliques sur le bas et sur les hanches. Chapeau Henri II en paille de riz noire, recouvert par une couronne de violettes avec grand oiseau du Paradis faisant aigrette derrière, fleurs en relevage sur le côté.

No. 15. — Visiting enesmbel in purple silk skin, bouffant bodice-blouse in straw silk muslin, covered by a bolero embroidered in black velvet appliques, high velvet collar with ruffle folded over; high corselet belt, buttoned, in black velvet; flat sleeves with small balloon surmounting a lace flounce, appliques on the bottom of the sleeve. Flat skirt, pleated at the back, embroidered with appliques at the bottom and on the hips. Henri II hat in black rice straw, covered by a crown of violets with a large bird of Paradise in the shape of an egret behind, flowers raised on the side.

Métrage: 12 mètres peau de soie violine.

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No. 16. — Toilette de promenade en lainage gris nickel, corsage-blouse recouvert par un boléro brodé, échancré du bas, à col montant renversé, cravate de dentelle retombant sur le corsage; manches plates avec petits ballons dans le haut. Jupe plate, cerclée dans sa hauteur par trois rangées de galon en laine s'abaissant en rond sur le devant, ceinture semblable. Chapeau paillasson gris nickel, couvert de fleurs des champs mélangées à un froufroutage de mousseline de soie, avec haute aigrette au-dessus.

No. 16. — Walking dress in nickel gray wool, bodice-blouse covered by an embroidered bolero, indented at the bottom, with a high reversed collar, lace tie falling over the bodice; flat sleeves with small balloons at the top. Flat skirt, encircled at its height by three rows of wool braid falling in a circle on the front, similar belt. Nickel gray doormat hat, covered with wild flowers mixed with a frill of silk muslin, with high egret above.

Métrage: 6 mètres lainage en 120.

[postgamecontent]

Which Mini-Console Should I Cover Next?

We're getting to the end of the game selection on the TurboGrafx-16 Mini, which means I have to put the question to my readers once again. Which of the following mini-consoles would you like to see me cover next?

[alex51324]

Beach trip day two!

We got up and walked down to the beach behind the motel:

It's another gorgeous, unseasonably warm day on the Cape May peninsula! (Yeah, I know, but when global warming gives you a day of lovely beach weather at the end of October, it's not like abstaining from enjoying it helps in any way.)

Up on the deck for a little breakfast:

Our first stop was the Cape May Nature Center, which didn't have a whole lot going on this time of year, but the gift shop was great, and it had a few exhibits and a nice deck for looking out at the harbor:

We took a walk around the harbor, taking in the Fishermen's Memorial, honoring fishermen lost at sea:

The earliest names are from 1897, and the latest from 2020:

Then we ended up over at the marina where the fishing boats live:

The nature center has a beach wheelchair!

I didn't see any information on how one gets to use it, but if you or anyone you know uses a wheelchair and wants to go to Cape May, maybe give them a call and ask.

Next we drove through downtown Cape May, ending up at Cove Beach, which is the last of the city beaches. I got lunch at a little beach-shack type restaurant:

The fries were nothing impressive, but those were some of the best fried shrimp I've ever had.

By this point in the trip, Sophie had come to the conclusion that she likes best the part of the beach that isn't too close to the ocean, so she hung out in the car and ate French fries while I went wading on Cove Beach:

In the distance there you can see the Cape May lighthouse, which is our main destination for the day. But first, let's turn back and look at the restaurant:

It's the long, low building with the red roof. (No idea why those people are bundled up like that, unless maybe they're from Florida or something. It was about 70 degrees out. (Or 21-ish, Celsius).

After Cove Beach, we drove on to Cape May Point state park, where the lighthouse is. Since Sophie was going to skip the lighthouse climb too, we started with a nice walk on the dry part of the beach at the park, out to the World War II Bunker:

This is a big concrete structure on the beach, now unsafe and boarded up, that was part of the area's coastal defenses. There's also a lookout tower over by Sunset Beach (where we were for the sunset the previous night), but we skipped that. In the background, you can see the lighthouse!

Here's the ocean and a jetty or something:

And Sophie watching while I go onto the dangerously damp part of the beach:

We exited the beach on the far side of the bunker from where we entered, and walked back via a path that ran between the dunes and this pond:

Which was full of swans. There was also a snowy egret, and a lot of other birds I don't know. It's a very big pond, and there were tons of the swans:

Here's a shot from the same spot that is less good for swans, but better for the lighthouse:

There is a little museum, with some natural history exhibits, and this sign explaining about the bunker, and the beach replenishment project they had to do around the turn of the century:

And also a sign about the concrete ship, that we saw at Sunset Beach yesterday:

OK, now let's head for the lighthouse!

The windows, like you see here, are basically normal house-sized windows, to give you an idea of the scale. The lighthouse was built in 1859, and continues as an active lighthouse today, marking the entrance to the Delaware Bay.

The cast-iron spiral staircase has a total of 199 steps up to the viewing platform. Here we're on one of the six landings, looking toward the staircase:

Each landing has a little niche with a window in it, and as you go up, you can see how the walls are thicker at the bottom.

Here's a view from about halfway up:

Here we are up top!

That's the bunker and the pond, where we were a few photos ago!

Looking out over the town of Cape May Point:

It was incredibly windy out on the platform, and I was very nervous about dropping my phone and having to find my way back home without GPS. Let's go back inside!

This little room here was the lighthouse keeper's work area; back in the day before the light was automated, they had three keepers, who divided the time from dusk to dawn into three watches, with one of them up there at all times. The main things they had to do were lighting the lamp at dusk, refilling the fuel--kerosene, for most of the lighthouse's heyday--polishing the lens, and keeping an eye out for signals from ships in distress, but in winter, they'd also have to go out and clear snow and ice off windows at the very top, above the viewing platform.

The light:

The modern electric light is a lot simpler; in the kerosene-burning days, they had a huge glass lens, with lots of facets to refract the light out.

A short set of wooden steps up to where the light is:

Visitors aren't allowed up in that part--again, this is still a working lighthouse; it's automated now, so there isn't a keeper up there every day, but they do sometimes have to go up there for maintenance.

Back on the ground:

Our next stop was Highbee Beach, another beach on the bay side, for the sunset:

It was nice, but the temperature dropped precipitously in the hour or so before dark, and the wind was very strong, so it wasn't as pleasant a viewing experience as we had at Sunset Beach the day before. I'd been planning to stick around and see if I could see the Cape May-Lewes Ferry leaving for its 6:15 crossing, but it was too cold! We headed back to Cove Beach, to see the lighthouse in action:

That's it there; the light was less dramatic than I thought it would be, but I guess if you're out in the ocean in the pitch dark it stands out more. (Also, at this point the lighthouse is more of a backup in case a ship's GPS fails, rather than being the primary means of navigation like it was back when it was built.) Different lighthouses flash their lights in different patterns, so in the event that a ship's crew were completely disoriented, they could use that to figure out where they are and which direction is which. The Cape May lighthouse flashes on a cycle of 15 seconds, and the one on the other side of the bay at Lewes is on a 30-second cycle.

And I've hit the image limit! Stay tuned for part 2B.

[axilarycobra]

Wings of Fire Lesbian Headcanons

Hey guys. I saw that it's lesbian visibility week this week so since I've been making a pattern of this, I want to share my lesbian headcanons for WoF characters. Not much else to say and there's like 83 so I'll just get into it.

Peril

Sundew

Snowfall

Burn

Blaze

Anemone

Scarlet

Coral

Glacier

Lynx

Carnelian

Cobra Lily

Icicle

Io

Listener

Armadillo

Exquisite

Magnificent

Scarab

Tourmaline

Silverspot

Burnet

Snowfox

Snowflake

Cinnabar

Fierceteeth

Fruit Bat

Mayfly

Frostbite

Ivory

Vigilance

Allknowing

Whiteout

Nettle

Tempest

Greatness

Sequoia

Pheasant

Sepia

Cereus

Opal

Auklet

Clearpool

Pearl (L1)

Snail (TLH)

Splash

Bromeliad

Firefly

Heliconia

Siamang

Battlewinner

Mindreader

Truthfinder

Tunesmith

Arid

Jerboa II

Prickle

Rattlesnake

Scorpion

Tawny

Tundra

Carmine

Sunset

Bloodworm

Cicada (TLC)

Cochineal

Katydid

Mantis

Rootworm

Yellowjacket

Bryony

Taupe

Ash

Beryl

Caribou (bard's friend's sister)

Caribou (princess)

Cicada (AGttDW)

Coypu

Egret

Firestorm

Linden

Python

Tailwind

[arcadebroke]

[aaronkraten]

We are great!

[barrenclan]

Egret II looks so chunky— I love it,, she's just like her father.

Good eye. She's definitely got her father's build, though it's not obvious yet.

[anthologee]

THE MAJOR ARCANA!

Inspired by one of my favorite games of all time (Persona 5 Royale), I reimagined the Major Arcana of the Tarot Deck as real life bird counterparts!

I = The Magician = Lilac Breasted Roller

II = The Papess = Secretary Bird

III = The Empress = White Headed Vulture

IV = The Temperor = Philippine Eagle

V = The Pope = Great Egret

VI = The Lovers = Peach Faced Lovebirds

VII = The Chariot = North African Ostrich

VIII = The Justice = Bald Eagle

IX = The Hermit = Canadian Goose

X = The Wheel of Fortune = Magpie

XI = The Fortitude = Shoebill

XII = The Hanged Man = White Breasted Nuthatch

XIII = The Death = Southern Ground Hornbill

XIV = The Temperance = Ivory Billed Woodpecker

XV = The Devil = Seagull

XVI = The Tower = Flamingo

XVII = The Star = Magellanic Penguin

XVIII = The Moon = Great Gray Owl

XIX = The Sun = Ornate Sunbird

XX = The Last Judgment = Cassowary

XXI = The World = Orpington Chicken

XXII = The Fool = Red Crossbill

[lonestarflight]

STS-37 Atlantis (OV-104) lifts off from LC-39B KSC.

"Aboard the Space Shuttle Atlantis, the STS-37 mission launched April 5, 1991 from launch pad 39B at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, and landed back on Earth April 11, 1991. The 39th shuttle mission included crew members: Steven R. Nagel, commander; Kenneth D. Cameron, pilot; Jerry L,. Ross, mission specialist 1; Jay Apt, mission specialist 2; and Linda M. Godwin, mission specialist 3. The primary payload for the mission was the Gamma Ray Observatory (GRO). The GRO included the Burst and Transient Experiment (BATSE); the Imaging Compton Telescope (COMPTEL); the Energetic Gamma Ray Experiment Telescope (EGRET); and the Oriented Scintillation Spectrometer Experiment (OSSEE). Secondary payloads included Crew and Equipment Translation Aids (CETA); the Ascent Particle Monitor (APM); the Shuttle Amateur Radio Experiment II (SAREXII), the Protein Crystal Growth (PCG); the Bioserve Instrumentation Technology Associates Materials Dispersion Apparatus (BIMDA); Radiation Monitoring Equipment III (RMEIII); and Air Force Maui Optical Site."

Date: April 5, 1991

NASA ID: S37-S-007, 9130275, 9130274