#owlet’s photos

[owletstarlet]

can i offer you a nice omurice in this trying time

(Nov/Dec page of the 2024 natsuyuu poster calendar. I had fully forgotten about this page and it was an absolute delight to rediscover it given the subject matter of the one single fic I’ve been able to produce in all of three years—

[owletstarlet]

OH HEY

gay people meeting up for brunch

[yotarosuite]

"owl forest"

Spotted Owlet @ Thailand

[jupiterswasphouse]

[PHOTOS TAKEN: SEPTEMBER 28TH | Image IDs: Three photos of a black, grey, and mint green Lacinipolia owlet most on the white framing of a window /End IDs.]

[wingedjewels]

Siblings - Great Horned Owl babies by Georgie Alexon Via Flickr: These great horned owlets seemed almost ready to start branching. Yet, their parents nested on a palm tree in the middle of a field. Besides being open to the weather and having no shade, the same breeding pair seem to nest there successfully over the past couple of years. Taken at the boat launch at Fort De Soto, Florida. - Bubo virginianus

[paskuda-lynx]

Oh hey guys look Hooty has reproduced some owlet-wormlets!!

[mutant-distraction]

"After receiving a tip about a family of Burrowing Owls on the eastern edge of Cheyenne, a photographer rushed to the location in late June. The owlets seemed nearly ready to leave their burrows. Over the years, the photographer has perfected a method using a GoPro on a small tripod, set to take a photo every 5 seconds. They leave the camera behind, allowing the owls to feel comfortable. The challenge lies in the long wait to see if the effort pays off. This shot was taken on June 28th."

📷 Peter Arnold

[herpsandbirds]

Could we get some owlet nightjar love?

Australian Owlet-nightjar (Aegotheles cristatus), family Aegothelidae, order Aegotheliformes, found in various areas across Australia

These birds are not nightjars. The owlet-nightjars are not in the nightjar order Caprimulgiformes, but are in their own order.

They are not as closely related to nightjars or frogmouths, as previously thought.

photos:  Tropical Birding Tours & JJ Harrison

Vogelkop Owlet-Nightjar (Aegotheles affinis), family Aegothelidae, order Aegotheliformes, New Guinea

photograph by JJ Harrison

Mountain Owlet-Nightjar (Aegotheles albertisi), family Aegothelidae, order Aegotheliformes, found in the highlands of New Guinea

photograph by JJ Harrison

[fatchance]

There was a ruckus in the pines behind my house yesterday. I watched a Cooper's hawk bullying two great horned owl fledglings. The owlets were very protective of each other, huddling together and shielding each other from the hawk with their wings. In the final photo you can see one of the owls lost a down feather in the brawl.

Great horned owls / búho cornudo (Bubo virginianus), in Sierra Vista, Arizona.

[onenicebugperday]

Curved-lined owlet moth, Phyprosopus callitrichoides, Erebidae

Found primarily in the eastern United States

Photos 1-3 by sambiology and 4-5 by gaudettelaura

[victusinveritas]

Photo and statement by Peter G. Arnold.

"This spring, a friend notified me that there was a family of Burrowing Owls on the eastern edge of Cheyenne. I made a beeline for the spot and was tickled to see that they were still there. This was in late June and the owlets appeared to be close to abandoning their burrows.

For several years I have developed a method of getting close shots of Burrowing Owls using a GoPro camera on a small tripod. I set the camera to take a photo every 5 seconds. Then I leave the site to allow the birds to feel more comfortable coming out of their burrows. The worst part is having to wait for hours to see whether the method produces anything of value. I took this shot on June 28th."

[owletstarlet]

(floofy hat appreciation hours—

[zarnzarn]

Octavia.

I have to get her, Stolas thinks, as the liquid drips off his face. She has never faced Stella's cruelty. I have to go-

Blitz yells at the janitor over his shoulder and Stolas opens his eyes- was the world always this colorful? He doesn't remember the days before he lost his sight to the stars- to brush aside the humiliation and get to his feet.

"No, it's fine, Blitz," He says, turning around. After a pause, "I'm okay."

He's alive, at any rate. Miserable and terrified and humiliated once more and-

At least he's alive.

"Look, let's get you home, alright?" Blitz coaxes, holding out a hand. Another shiver runs through him at the words, lump forming in his throat.

"I-" He nearly chokes on it, but- "I have no home."

He needs to find a way to get Octavia- but his books. His plants, his crystals, his telescopes. "Everything I have is gone."

Stolas nearly collapses to the floor at the enormity of it as it presses down on his shoulders, but warm claws grab both his hands and steady him at the last moment, steady and familiar.

"Look, come with me, alright?" Blitz's voice is firm and steady, allowing no arguments. "Let's get you out of here, 'n you'll need a place to stay for a bit."

Stolas lets himself be led out, shaking. Blitz is warm by his side, rubbing at his thighs and arms in comfort, tail curled around his feet protectively as they walk.

He dissociates as the others leave, following the touch on his thighs blindly as he's guided through the streets. Something in him flickers briefly when Blitz pulls him closer protectively once things start getting thrown around in celebration, some quiet part of him thrilling at the protective touch, but it's gone again quickly like ash in the wind.

He stumbles through the too-small building, falling into familiar pliancy as Blitz guides and pulls him along; uncurling a little when they pass all the rat-bitten hallways and suspicious stains to a flat with warm lights- Blitz's home.

He stares around at the smattering of photos on the wall; eyes flicking over the people and places- then yelps when he walks into the ceiling fan, screwing it back on before it can fall.

Right. Homes for imps and hellhounds.

He looks back and then suddenly wishes he hadn't, as Loona bends down to hug Blitz, tails curling around each other as they grip on tight.

"-Love you, dad," She says and Octavia-

He comes to staring at bathroom tiles.

Octavia. He's lost his owlet. His daughter.

"-You back, birdie?" Blitz murmurs behind him. The bathwater is warm. "Hey. Stolas. Don't worry, baby, everything will be alright."

A trill escapes him instead of words, a self-soothing habit he never escaped.

"Yeah, I know," Blitz says, quiet and warm. Stolas' life has ended, but he cannot help but curl into the warmth. He has starved in the cold for so long. "I know. Don't worry right now. Just- your body's been put through the ringer, you need to rest."

Stolas flinches as the soap runs over his arm and Blitz hisses in worry, parting the feathers to look at the ugly woundscar there. He grabs Stolas' hand and gently closes his talons over it to cover it from the soap, and continues running the sponge over his body like he used to.

Is this pity? He wants to ask. Is this only because I saved you? Do you even like me otherwise?

"Here we go," Blitz soothes, and Stolas trills again, melting against his will at the familiar words- he'd thought he'd never feel them again, the gentle way he was handled after all the roughness, coaxed to relax like he was a wild thing, aftercare. He'd always loved the aftercare. And Blitz had always been- Stolas had mistaken everything between them solely because of how good the other had been at it, at treating Stolas with softness. "Here we go."

He likes the term 'we'. Like they were taking care of Stolas together.

"Some nice agua," Blitz says behind him, then tenses as the door creaks open. He doesn't see what happens, too busy considering the water before him.

Octavia.

"WHOA! Try not to inhale the water!" Blitz shouts as he pulls Stolas out hurriedly, shooting him a brief smile and setting clothes down, before moving back out. The door opens again and Stolas can see the worry radiating in the reflection of the tiles, the quiet knowing of what Stolas was going to do if left alone. "Yeah, try not inhaling the water."

The door doesn't shut again.

Stolas sighs, sitting in the lukewarm water. His eyes wander over to the sweater and somehow, with all his strength, he pushes himself up.

Blitz smiles sadly at him when he stumbles out of the bathroom, muscles loose and uncoordinated. His ex-lover takes Stolas by the hands and carefully holds him as he loses the last of his strength and collapses onto the incredibly comfortable couch, eyelids pulling closed already.

They murmur to each other- "Always," Stolas promises, no matter where it leads him, no matter what Blitz says in reply- and welcomes the bliss of darkness.

It has been a terrible day. It will be a terrible year. He must go get Octavia as soon as he can.

But Stolas cannot help but bask in the embrace as it curls around him like claws in his headfeathers and a kiss on the cheek- and cannot regret any of it, as long as he is warm.

[fernsnailz]

hi fern :) heres some photos of a family of great horned owls that were nesting outside my work, and one doing outreach with the raptor club

WHAT THATS AWESOME!!!!! i love baby great horned owls so much theyre SO funny. all owlets are so fucked up looking its awesome. these guys are so cool i love you great horned owl...

[jupiterswasphouse]

[PHOTOS TAKEN: MARCH 28TH, 2024 | Image IDs: Four photos of a black, white, and yellow owlet moth feeding from and pollinating the white and pink flowers of an apple tree /End IDs.]

[adriaticmidnight]

An Aviary for an Owlet

46K words and completed on AO3

"He couldn’t help but notice the way the boy was moving. Stilted and wrong, as if he were putting weight on parts of himself that weren't used to it.

Jason knew that movement well, it was something he’d done when his scar was fresh: when he was learning to be a person again.

How long had this kid been dead?"

-

After finding a de-aged Danny in the morgue, Jason Todd takes the amnesiac child under his wing; quickly finding out that being a Dad is more stressful than he'd thought.

Meanwhile, Danny tries his best to protect his Dad and learn to control his powers. This is made harder by the fact that when he goes ghost he leaves his corpse behind.

The both of them soon find themselves caught in the crosshairs of not only the GIW but also a mysterious gang that has set up shop in Gotham and has been dumping bodies around the city.

Snippet from Chapter one:

The lock clicked; the door creaking open slowly.�� Heavy boots treaded over the linoleum floor.  The scent of formaldehyde thick in the air.  Jason was glad for his helmet which filtered out the worst of it.  He slipped his lockpick back into his belt.

He scanned the dark room, zeroing in on the morgue freezer that took up an entire wall, the cold from within it leaking out into the rest of the room.  He moved toward it, maneuvering around four stainless steel tables in the middle.

He pulled open a few doors at random, checking the toe tags, until he found the one he wanted.

The man on the table wasn’t anything to look at.  He had short brown hair and stubble across his face.  Red Hood clicked on his flashlight and examined the body until he found what his sources had talked about.

On the inside right bicep, there was a brand tinged with green.  

According to his sources, the body had been found dumped near the docks.  No one had come to claim it and it was labled as a John Doe, like most bodies found in Gotham.

What was strange was that the body didn’t have anything outwardly wrong with it.  The official documents said that he died of a stroke but Jason didn’t buy that story for one second.

Something was going on in his town and he was going to find out what.

He took a few photos and slid the tray back into the freezer.  Counting down the minutes in his head til the loop he’d created for the camera’s ran out.  He should still have 10 minutes left, plenty of time to be clear across town.

That’s when he heard it.

Crying.

Jason stood perfectly still; his heart skipping a beat when he realized that it was coming from the freezer.  He moved toward the sound; straining his ears.

He ran through the possible things it could be, bodies sometimes made sound after death, even moved, but this couldn’t be that.  Maybe something was loose and making the sound?  That’s why the freezer was leaking into the room?  But if so, then why didn’t he hear it when he walked in?

But even for all his speculations, in his gut Jason knew what the sound meant.  He bent down to a lower door and turned up the hearing sensitivity in his helmet; pressing his head closer to the door.  

A sniffle.

He clamped down on his racing thoughts and steeled himself.

The door opened with a loud PSHHH , a cloud of cold air escaping from the freezer.  The crying stopped, followed by scuttling as something moved further back.  Through the cloud of cold air, two glowing green eyes stared back at him; their small body pressed up against the back of the freezer.

A kid.

Fuck.

Jason took off his helmet, leaving him with just his red domino underneath.  He tried to make his voice as calm as possible.

“Hey, it’s okay.  I’m just a guy, see?  I just want to help.”

The child moved slowly, clutching at the white sheet around them like a lifeline.  He couldn’t be more than seven years old.  As he moved closer Jason saw that the boy had dark hair and blue eyes.  Why had he seen green eyes before?  

He couldn’t help but notice the way the boy was moving.  Stilted and wrong, as if he were putting weight on parts of himself that weren't used to it. 

Jason knew that movement well, it was something he’d done when his scar was fresh: when he was learning to be a person again.

How long had this kid been dead?

Jason held out his hand.  The little boy looked skeptically at the vigilante’s gloved hand, but he took it with frost-covered fingers; the kid’s hands sending a shock of cold through him.

The kid let himself be helped out of the freezer.  He stumbled as he stepped out, the sheet falling just enough that Jason could see a large bleeding wound by his collarbones before the boy lifted the sheet back up.

He schooled his expression, determined to not scare the kid with any strong reactions, but inside he felt a timer start for the boy as his heart picked up the pace.  If he didn’t get him help soon, he wasn’t going to make it.

Jason shrugged off his jacket, wrapped it around the boy, and scooped him up; the child now clutching at his shirt.  Jason had him firmly in his grasp, wary to not hold him too tight and risk hurting him more.

A few minutes later, he sped down the road on his motorcycle; the cameras finally clicking back on inside the Gotham Morgue.