#it myna

[yummymuse]

Ody and Eury singing dear Theodosia bc duhh, why not?

I got too lazy to fully color lmao

[rongzhi]

A crested myna investigating a peach

English added by me :)

[herpsandbirds]

Bali Myna (Leucopsar rothschildi), family Sturnidae, order Passeriformes, Bali, Indonesia

CRITICALLY ENDANGERED.

* fewer than 50 individuals left in the wild.

Photograph by Mark Watts

[dixonsfawn]

𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 — send in any character from my masterlist + a prompt from one of the lists ( fluff , angst , smut ) for a blurb.

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ with babygirl daryl dixon <33

── .✦  𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ┆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; you see daryl smile for the first time in a while.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; daryl dixon x reader , alexandria era, just lots of fluff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ; 1.5k .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; this was only supposed to be a lil blurb but i got carried away writing for my scrumdidlyumpcious mans *sighs dreamily*

you were sitting alone on the front porch as the rest of alexandria slept soundlessly around you. the air was warm against your skin with only the slightest breeze. it was the perfect night to sit under the stars and just let yourself breathe for once.

though, the small moment of peace is interrupted when you hear footsteps coming up behind you. they were soft against the wood, yet making it creak beneath them, and you don’t need to turn to know who it was.

daryl slowly sat down beside you, sinking onto the step you were on, and leaning his head against the pillar behind him. he looked tired, more tired than usual. dark circles encapsulated his otherwise icy blue eyes, and there was a slumpiness to his shoulders.

"can't sleep?" you tilt your head to the side slightly, turning so that you too were leaning against a pillar now and facing him onward.

“nah,” he murmured, his drawl thick and heavy with exhaustion. it was clear that something was weighing down on him. perhaps the same thing that had even been disrupting his sleep.

you give it a moment to see if he would tell you what was wrong on his own accord, but this was daryl, and he wasn't one to talk about his feelings or express his troubles without prompting. he rarely spoke much anymore as it was, not compared to how he used to anyway.

watching as his gaze pans off to your surroundings, taking in the other houses along the street and the trees that were rustling in the wind, you can’t help but wonder what’s got him so stuck in his head. there was a clear distance in his eyes that you had only ever seen a few times before, but there was no telling what could be the cause of it.

eventually, you gently nudge his leg with your foot to get his attention, "what’s going on in that big ole head'o yours? and don't tell me it’s 'nothing'."

daryl’s eyes flickered towards you as you nudged his leg, as if being pulled back to reality for a brief moment. he looked away again, the darkness outside seeming to be easier to focus on than actually having to talk. he knew it was only because you cared and he, of course, didn’t want to worry you. you already worried about him enough as it was.

“it’s just…” he begins after a few moments, but stops, shaking his head. it was clear by the tension in his jaw that he was really bothered by whatever it was.

"hey, you can talk to me." you say, offering him solace for his thoughts.

he glances over at you, seeing the genuine concern in your eyes. he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid telling you, not when he knew how stubborn you could be and that you probably wouldn’t leave him alone until he gave you some sort of an explanation. he takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts into words before responding.

“it’s just… it’s been a lot,” he finally mutters, his voice low and gruff in the air.

you sit forward now, no longer leaning on the pillar behind you as you rest your hands in your lap, "what has?"

he rubs a hand over his face, frustrated, though not at you. never at you. his shoulders slump a bit more and it makes him look even more exhausted. “everything,” he answers after a short pause, the word simple enough, but you knew well enough that he wasn’t talking about just his tired state. he shakes his head, looking back out towards the small settlement, not really focusing on anything in particular. “jus’ feelin’ a bit… weighed down lately. i guess.”

you nod along softly as he speaks, taking in his words and letting him know that you were listening, "is there anything i can do to help?"

he can’t help but feel a swell of warmth in his chest as you offer your assistance. you always cared so much, cared about him. it made his heart feel full for the first time in a while. but he was stubborn, and even now it was difficult for him to admit that he needed support sometimes. the feeling of being a burden loomed over him constantly as that’s what he was accused of being growing up.

he shook his head slightly, still not looking at you, though a small part of him wanted to. “you do enough,” he mumbled.

“daryl, i’m serious. what can i do to help?” you move forward on the step a little, your knees hitting his now. “do you want me to take up some of your runs? will that help make you feel better?”

his brow furrows as you press the question again, his jaw tensing. he felt stuck between letting you help and being his stubborn self that tried to push everything away. though hearing you offer to take up some of his runs, a part of him considered accepting, which surprised even himself.

he was silent for a moment before speaking again in a hushed, gruff voice, the words almost being strained from his mouth, “i don’t… i don’t wanna ask things of you.”

“don’t be silly. i care about you, and i don’t want to see you run yourself into the ground.” you place a hand on his knee and give it a little squeeze. you hated how stubborn he could be, how he always pushed away the help that he clearly so desperately needed. “you do that and then who else am i going to annoy, huh?”

daryl stiffens a bit at the touch of your hand on his knee. it’s unexpected and he could feel the warmth through his jeans. he knew you wanted to help him and he knew you cared, but he was too used to being self-sufficient. yet, there was something about you, something that made him want to let his guard down and accept you. to allow your kindness to seep through the many walls that he’d built over the years.

so, after a short pause, he lets out an exhausted sigh and the faintest smile graces his lips, “mhm, cause i’m the only one that puts up with ya.”

"okay, wow. rude." you scoff a laughter, and shove his knee with the hand that was still on it. you let out a small sigh after a moment, before meeting daryl’s gaze once more. you don’t say anything, not for a second, you just wanted to take him in. "y'know, i don't think i've ever seen you smile. not like that anyway.”

he was surprised when you shoved his knee, more surprised by the fact that he didn’t expect to enjoy it. he lets out a small huff of a laugh at your reaction. though, the moment is short lived when you mention his smile and it quickly fades, the tension from earlier returning to his jaw.

“yeah, well, i ain’t much of a smilin’ kinda guy,” he says, shrugging his shoulders as if it was nothing.

you let your gaze fall to your lap, your fingers idly playing with a loose thread on your pants. “maybe you should be. you have a nice smile,” you shrug, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks immediately.

daryl’s heart suddenly seems to jump inside his chest at your comment, the words catching him off guard. no one had ever said that he had a nice smile before. though, coming from you, it seemed to hit him hard in a way that he had never felt before.

the smallest touch of pink spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he glances to the side, avoiding your gaze as you look back up at him. “shut up,” he mumbled under his breath, the words without any malice just more embarrassed than anything.

“i’m being serious. i like your smile,’ you admit, causing not only yours, but daryl’s heart to race even more.

the honesty in your statement causes him to look back at you, his heart slamming against his chest. the sight of how sincere you are causes his stomach to twist and yet, he feels as if he could melt into the wooden steps beneath him.

“… shut up,” he says again, though it’s said with less embarrassment and more just overwhelmed feelings, and the faintest hint of a smile returns to his lips.

you just shake your head, and roll your eyes, at his reaction. he was so cute whenever he got flustered, and you enjoyed the fact of knowing you were the one that had caused it. though, you decide not to push him any further and leave it, letting yourselves enjoy the rest of the quiet before you knew you had to eventually head back inside.

[awkwardbirdsdreaming]

Bird #29 - the Bali myna (CR)

Endemic to the province of Bali in Indonesia, this striking starling is endangered mostly due to poaching for the caged bird market. There is a large number of birds in captivity, so they won't go extinct anytime soon, but the wild population is estimated to be less than 100.

Have you ever noticed there's a lot of light-coloured birds with dark wing tips and tails? (Seagulls, terns, pelicans, long-tailed tits, etc...)

This is because feathers with melanin (a dark pigment) are more resistant to damage than feathers without pigment! The wing tips and tail are susceptible to being damaged while birds flap about, so these areas tend to have more melanin to protect them. Now if you see a bird with dark wings and tail you'll know why :)

[scottpartridge]

The Suren Starling or Indian Pied Myna is week 3 of this month's #birdartweekly hosted by @migratorymay and @jdgoodhue_art featuring birds of Indonesia.

[simplified-birds]

Simplfied bird #54 - common myna

( requested by @a-trash-artist )

[ausbirdoftheday]

not bird of the day but a very wet common myna

[birds-that-screm]

Common Hill Myna (Gracula religiosa)

© Siddhanta Kumar Mohanta

[inatungulates]

Greater one-horned rhinoceros Rhinoceros unicornis

With jungle myna Acridotheres fuscus

Observed by prmck, CC BY-NC

[fullfrontalbirds]

Common Myna (Acridotheres tristis)

© Len and Chris Ezzy

[yummymuse]

A promised drawing for @notsolonedesert's Eurymene child, with my own! (They're adorable together Fshdjvdjdvfksvd)

[alonglistofbirds]

[2770/11080] Crested myna - Acridotheres cristatellus

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Muscicapoidea Family: Sturnidae (starlings) Genus: Acridotheres (typical mynas)

Photo credit: Arnaud Lacroix via Macaulay Library

[herpsandbirds]

Bali Myna (Leucopsar rothschildi), family Sturnidae, order Passeriformes, endemic to Bali, Indonesia

CRITICALLY ENDANGERED.

* fewer than 50 individuals left in the wild.

Photograph by whp_wildlifehabitatphotography

[dixonsfawn]

💭 — blurbs ; send this and a character from above + a prompt or an idea of ur own for a blurb !

sebastian sallow + ❝  the way i love you goes beyond description.  even those words don’t seem like enough.  ❞

╰ . ୭ ┆ 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˚. ᵎᵎ

the fire crackles quietly as it illuminates your small area of the library, keeping both you and sebastian warm as you flip through the books sprawled out before you. no other sounds could be heard other than the occasional hushed whisper of students as they made their way out for the night, giving you a moment alone before you too had to leave.

glancing up from the book in your hand, you spot sebastian already looking your way - staring, in fact - and a small smirk quirks up at the corner of his lips. his dark locks softly falling across his forehead, and the freckles that dusted his skin danced under the glow of the fire.

"what's that look for?" you query, suspicion furrowing your brows which then quickly stems into panic. "what is it? is there something on my face?"

you reach up immediately in search of anything that felt foreign on your skin but sebastian simply shakes his head, his smirk now contrasting into a proper smile. he pulls your hands away, and lets them fall into his lap, cradling them as he does.

"no, i was just thinking is all," his thumbs begin to roll back and forth over your knuckles now. a soft and comforting touch that you had grown so used to.

"thinking about what?" you shuffle forward.

"...you, actually."

"and what about me has sparked such an interest in that big head of yours?" gently, you push a finger against his forehead, and it lulls back slightly before he returns to meet your gaze. "were you thinking about how i'm so much better at duelling than you?"

"no," he laughs. "i was actually thinking about... how much i love you."

"oh, really?" this time when you speak, there's a hinted sarcasm to it and you shuffle forward once more to wrap your arms around the slytherin boy. "and exactly how much does the sebastian sallow love lil ole me?"

"well, i couldn't tell you if i tried," his shoulders raise in a nonchalant shrug.

"and, why not?"

he sighs, a hand reaching up to trail along the side of your cheek., "because the way in which i love you goes far beyond any description. even those words alone don't seem to be enough."

sebastian was passionate about the things he loved, there was no doubt about that, and yet, every day you found yourself growing more astounded by how far the depths of his love truly ran. that you got to be one of those things he cared about so deeply.

"oh, bastian," there's a halt in your breath as you take in his words and he looks away sheepishly for a moment, but you stop him and turn his head to look back at you. "whatever you feel for me, i feel for you right back."

[shrub-jay-stickers]

Jewel throated bell bird or a Bali myna

Here you go! This Bali myna was a pleasure to draw. :) I hope we both see a day where the Bali myna population is flourishing and it loses its critically endangered status. With the pet trade being a major threat to their population, it may be a long while yet…

P.S. You can find this pixel art bird design in sticker form here.