#huming bird

[no4ko4-donuts]

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[birdstudies]

December 29, 2022 - Hume's Bush Warbler (Horornis brunnescens) Found in the Himalayas from northern India to southern China, these bush warblers live in bamboo and other thickets in and around forests. Foraging low in thick vegetation, they probably eat invertebrates and their larvae, though the specifics of their diet are not known. They build ball or deep cup-shaped nests from dry grass, bamboo leaves, moss, and spiderwebs, lined with feathers on the ground or low in bushes or undergrowth. Females lay clutches of two or three eggs.

[movie-titlecards]

*batteries not included (1987)

My rating: 4/10

I can't really pinpoint what it is about this movie that doesn't work for me, but it really doesn't - I wouldn't go so far as to say I hated it, but it just instilled a deep, abiding sense of "bleh" into me.

[fictionalcreator]

the world is so beautiful...

do you want to see a random species of bird

[cinemaquiles]

CINCO COISAS QUE VOCÊ TALVEZ NÃO SAIBA SOBRE O MILAGRE VEIO DO ESPAÇO (1987)

[squawkoverflow]

A new variant has been added!

Hume's Whitethroat (Curruca althaea) © Imran Shah

It hatches from bright, broad, brownish, common, dark, dense, difficult, distinctive, loud, migrant, overall, rusty, scratchy, thorny, and white eggs.

squawkoverflow - the ultimate bird collecting game          🥚 hatch    ❤️ collect     🤝 connect

[herpsandbirds]

Any teal/turquoise herps or birds? :3

I can think of a few for you...

Electric Blue Day Gecko (Lygodactylus williamsi), male, family Gekkonidae, endemic to the Kimboza Forest in Tanzania

CRITICALLY ENDANGERED

photograph by John Lyakurwa

Electric Blue Day Gecko (Lygodactylus williamsi), family Gekkonidae, endemic to the Kimboza Forest in Tanzania

ENDANGERED.

Photograph by Angi Wallace

Turquoise Cotinga (Cotinga ridgwayi), family Cotingidae, order Passeriformes, Costa Rica

photograph by Andrey Navarro Brenes

Spangled Cotinga (Cotinga cayana), male, family Cotingidae, order Passeriformes, found in northern South America

Photograph by Greg Hume

Lovely Cotinga (Cotinga amabilis), male, family Cotingidae, order Passeriformes, Honduras

photograph by James Adams

Plum-throated Cotinga (Cotinga maynana), males, family Cotingidae, order Passeriformes, Puta Mayo, Colombia

photographs by Brayan Coral

[scrmnviking]

Stars and garters, the notes on this post. *smh*

Being VERY generous with the Benefit of Doubt, the root of this... misunderstanding is confusing a colloquial and/or pop culture definition of dinosaurs with the actual definitions.

To the Subjectivists out there claiming everything is opinion and social constructs: how many rocks need to be drop-kicked before Hume is refuted? [42 - Ed.] Arguing that we can't ever know objective reality because our senses are always subjective is arguing that precision is the same thing as accuracy. There's no "perfect" precision - you have to stop measuring somewhere - but that doesn't mean it's not accurate and it doesn't mean noone else exists and you can't compare results or communicate with others by making and agreeing on definitions. Even Buddha declaring that the dichotomies we see are created in our minds told us not just to trust him, but to test it out ourselves with our own observations. Sheesh.

To the fence sitters: despite the current state of American education (cf. Florida), try not to confuse the Linnaeus classification system from the 18th century (Domain Kingdom Phylum Class Order Family Genus Species) which is based on characteristics with Clades from the 20th century which is evolution based, just as you should not confuse appearance with relationships. It's like arguing whether tomatoes are vegetables, fruits, or berries. Culinarily, it's a vegetable. Botanically it's a fruit and the type of fruit it is is a berry*

Our Feathered Friends are dinosaurs and the type of dinosaurs they are are birds.

*What the argument sounds like is akin to "a tomato is a tomato. You can't tell me tomatoes and blueberries are the same thing!" Well, I'm not saying that. I'm saying they are both a fleshy seed-bearing structure from a flowering plant that is formed from an ovary after flowering that is without a stone (aka pit) and from a single flower containing one ovary. They are both berries, a type of fruit.

I can also say that cabbage and broccoli are the same thing (Brassica oleracea) because they come from the same plant which has been highly selected for different traits into different cultivars (as is kale, kohlrabi, cauliflower, collard greens, and brussel sprouts). Just because some are leaves and some are inflorescences and some are buds doesn't mean they're not B. oleracea.

Trying to get people to realize birds are full on actual no holds barred dinosaurs on the internet is like playing a constant game of whack-a-mole

The game never ends there's just another mole to whack

whack whack whack

[historicalbookimages]

🐍 The game birds of India, Burmah, and Ceylon Calcutta, A.O. Hume and Marshall[1879]-1881.

[nardos-primetime]

Some Happy Things for the Clone Turtles in my Draxum's Side of The Family AU because my one friend is always like "CAN YOU GIVE THEM ANY NICE THINGS EVER" Yes. Yes I can!

(Let's ignore that fact a lot of these end up ruined or bittersweet later on alright? Alright.)

Most of this is in the Big Mama Era of the AU! It's basically like... the middle section of the au, so a bunch of shit happens

Big Mama is a good mother to them sometimes. She often gives them praise and works to keep them safe when she initially gains ownership (for lack of a better word) of them. They start off almost always having guards with them and such. She's also the one that properly lets them tap into training in a much healthier way than Draxum ever did (especially since they were physically like TODDLERS when Drax was pushing them). They learn pretty fast because of how they were made and because most of the time, their training is when they choose.

She calls them turtily-dees instead of turtily-boos to differentiate (they love the nickname differenceit majes them feel better than the ogs).

The clones, (even Rage), like to put on little shows for guests when not working. Unlike the originals the clones can actually sing and perform, it's one of the only consistent ways Rage speaks verbally (though he is noticeably silent or just huming in some acts).

Mic is head chef! (Half honorary) He helps come up with new dishes in the kitchen and spends most of his time in the restaurant locations Mama owns. Along with this, beforehand Mama often (and still does) let them be the first taste testers for most meals, they had previously been starving, so this was a very nice change of pace.

The boys are friends with a good bunch of Mama's workers, and they mess around with them a lot. It's kind of like bring your kid to work day but basically every day for them. Sometimes, they even help the boys sneak out when they want to try and do regular kid stuff.

Such as- sneaking out to the arcade or just taking walks at night without worrying where they're going to sleep or hide for the day. Or where they're going to get food. Lee starts really admiring stars at this point, and his room and part of their little area connecting their rooms are decorated with stars after he mentions them to Mama (a pleasant surprise).

I must reiterate, the clones REALLY DO love each other. So finally being able to see each other even feel safe enough to actually have fun is a positive on its own.

They're really close friends with a bird yokai around their age. She often comes in because her dad has work with Big Mama. Sometimes, they even sneak her out to hang out, too!

Some of the workers like to give the boys little quests once they notice their bored, like telling Donno to deliver something to someone on another floor (even if it's not that important). The clones are still a little mentally stunted because they're clones that physically grew up too fast (Along with trauma messing with it), their mental only somewhat caught up, so these little games are really fun for them.

Rage picks up wood carving. That's it. Don't know why, but I thought it was nice. He's not great at it, but it's nice when he isn't doing anything.

The clones set up their own little meetings where they share what they've done/are doing for the day. It lets Lee be more of a fun leader for once, like "aaaaand Mic, what has our head chef cooked up for today!?" Really excitedly for the others to start rambling

Donno makes the other's weapons once he perfects making them. He actually modifies Rage's the most to handle a little more than the others.

They do have a little fun!

Sadly, Big Mama isn't the best the other half of the time. And the fun is what happens to keep them there until it's too late and they can't really leave. Or they're too scared to leave.

[etchif]

I've already found a good one but thanks anyways :)

Why is it that when I google 'common kestrel range' almost all results I get are range maps of the american kestrel. Entirely different animal

[xvamehok]

Another part of my solded Goetia bird-adopts, but this time they all have separated image (didn't made the big one, yeah, i was lazy :C)

Da first one here is Hoatzin. Very interesting bird with fingers/claws on the wings. This bad boy is kinda gladiator, who was kicked out because of his feathered hands. But they become his ultimate weapon in his battles!

The second one - Huming bird. Small flower princess with very difficult character. She's best Healer and grant knowledge in Pharmaceutics! But she has a short temper in jokes about her height.

The last, but not least - Seagull. He likes trash and shiny things. His multiple eyes helps find things, that wasn't his (yet). With a magic feather-pen he Signs anything with a word "Mine!!!!" Most likely that it's the only thing what he can say... A true king of Trash!

At this moments, that's all Goetia I've made. So now I have nothing to post(exept of sketches with my main Ninjago OC, which is won't be so much interesting). Thanks for watching, hope to see yall soon. Bie!!!

[sparrow-in-the-field]

I almost included a telegram to Ulbrickson in the epilogue of The Cormorant, but I couldn't figure out where to fit it/it messed with the flow, so it ended up getting cut. But I thought I could share it here instead :>

TELEGRAM

FROM: Bob Moch

MESSAGE: Long story, Coach, but I got my Aves on my birthday. Found it out on the Mississippi with Don Hume. We're going to come back to Seattle in the Fall, so no need to find a replacement for me after all. Excited for this new bout of freshmen!

TO: Al Ulbrickson

When Al first got the telegram, he only noted the last name, saw that it was from Moch, and assumed it was from Bobby's family. He sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table and tearing open the envelope. It was likely Bobby's father sharing about Bobby's passing, perhaps would include information about the funeral.

It was a damn shame, always had been. Ulbrickson got to know Bobby well over his college years--the best cox he ever coached, without a doubt, and beyond that, a brilliant student, who then became an impressive coach. A pain in Ulbrickson's ass, but Al would never deny he was a good man. A life cut too short.

He cleared his throat, not one to show much emotion outwardly, and he unfolded the paper to read the message. Within the first few words, his brow furrowed, and he had to look back to the envelope to confirm that the message was in fact, not from Bobby's father, but from Bobby himself. He quickly returned to the message, and as he read it, a smirk grew on his lips. He shook his head, huffing a laugh.

"Al?" Hazel walked into the room, her brow quirked. "What's got you smiling this morning?"

"Oh, just Bobby Moch, being Bobby Moch," he said, handing her the message.

She read it, a smirk of her own forming across her lips. It turned to a grin as she teasingly slapped the paper back to his chest. "Worked out that you waited to replace him. Did you think this would happen?"

Al shook his head, taking the paper to read the message again. "I did it for the benefit of his family; they'd have inherited his pension as a UW employee when he passed. But maybe I should have figured that Moch would have a final trick up his sleeve."

Hazel hummed, leaning against the counter. "I can't wait to hear the full story. We'll have to have him over for dinner once he's back in town. With Don Hume too, it sounds like?"

Al huffed, giving a nod. Those two...he didn't exactly understand what Hume's role was with the Aves, but it came as no surprise that he'd be back in Bobby's life now that Bobby had a bird. Like Hazel said, they'd have to wait to hear the full story.

He grabbed his hat, standing up from the table. "I should go and tell Pocock." He stepped past his wife, paused, shaking his head, and he looked at her again. "Can't say I've ever been so glad to have a pain in my ass stick around after all."

Hazel smirked at him, her eyes sparkling with fondness. "Thank goodness the UW rowing team remains in good hands, hmm?"

"Yes, right," Al said, clearing his throat again. He didn't have to say anything further; they both knew it was more than that.

[deadpoets]

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[bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: White-Necked Jacobin

^Image credit: Charles J. Sharp

White-Necked Jacobin (Florisuga mellivora)

The White-Necked Jacobin was first described in 1743 by the English naturalist George Edwards in A Natural History Of Uncommon Birds. He used the name 'white-belly'd huming bird'. It is typically seen high in trees, but flies lower at forest edges and clearings.

[sezja]

50 (punctual) for the twine boys

One Word Writing Prompts (still accepting)

The sky overhead turns glorious shades of orange and violet, which Thaffe recognizes - through some soul-deep memory, dimly recalled - as a sunset. He pauses in his work, gazing skyward. It sets his heart to racing: sunset means night, the unfamiliar blanket of darkness which had settled over Amh Araeng only yesterday, after over a hundred years of Light. It had emerged wholecloth the night before, after the slaying of the Lightwarden, but tonight...

Tonight he'll get to watch night fall properly.

Or perhaps not, he thinks, catching sight of Jeryk dashing toward the trolley tracks as quickly as his legs will carry him. What is he up to? It wouldn't be the first time the man's worked through the late hours on some project or other... but that was when there was always ample light to be had. With night, true night, falling soon, there's no telling what trouble Jeryk might get himself into.

And he's been acting odd since they'd gotten the Talos up and moving again. Thaffe doesn't know what's gotten into him, but it doesn't seem wise to leave him unattended for long.

He glances at the sky again, then sighs. Dammit, Jeryk.

The shadows are already deepening as he sets off down the tracks; he keeps his eyes on his feet, careful not to misstep in the unfamiliar darkness. He recalls Jeryk's breakneck sprint and grits his teeth - he'd be a lot more worried about it if Jeryk hadn't been dashing across the tracks, heedless of the risk of falling or snapping a leg, since he could walk. He expects the regular pattern of the ties comes as naturally to Jeryk as flight comes to a bird.

"There you are," he says, nearly bumping into the smaller hume in his concentration; Jeryk spares him half a glance. "What are you-"

"It should just about be time," Jeryk says, gazing up... not at the sky, like any normal person, but at one of the lanterns hanging alongside the tracks.

Thaffe blinks at it, as though he'd forgotten the things existed - for all they've been keeping the tracks and equipment in something like working order these past few years, he hadn't thought to consider the lanterns. Who would? Who had need of lanterns in a world drowning in Light? In times long past, he supposes, many of the miners of Twine would have headed home from the mines either in the dark hours of the morning or just after sundown, and they'd have welcomed the lights along the tracks leading the way home...

True darkness settles over them, broken only by the stars overhead. Beside him, Thaffe hears Jeryk draw in a breath and hold it.

The lantern flickers.

And lights.

All along the track, the old lanterns blaze to life, a lifeline between Twine and the mines.

Jeryk lets out the breath in a cheer, practically applauding; Thaffe reaches a hand out to steady him, resting a hand against Jeryk's back - but his own heart leaps in unexpected celebration, kindled alongside that little lantern.

It's a little piece of Twine, back from the dead.

"Right on time," Jeryk says, smacking the lantern post almost affectionately. "Just like they did before the Flood!"

"You've been repairing them," Thaffe guesses, marveling. "How did you even think to start?"

"When night came to Lakeland." Still gazing up at the lantern, Jeryk leans into him, and Thaffe welcomes it, winding an arm around the shorter man's shoulders. The night comes with the same chill as ever, and Jeryk's excitement gives off a warmth all its own. "I thought... wouldn't it be something if the Warrior of Darkness made their way here, too?"

He hadn't dared hope. A lot of things have happened in the past couple of days that Thaffe hadn't dared hope for.

"Good thinking." He gives Jeryk a little squeeze. "And now I won't have to fear breaking my neck chasing after you down the tracks at night."

Unrepentant, Jeryk grins, pecking Thaffe on the cheek with an unapologetic kiss. "I wanted to make sure the lanterns lit on time, that's all. We can run the trolley at night! What's more exciting than a trolley ride under the stars-"

"Some other time." Thaffe steers Jeryk homeward. "I've had enough excitement for a few days."