#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

[creativeowlet]

Once this semester is over, y'all are going to get hit with an art explosion from yours indeed ♡ xoxo

[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

[xiepheer]

hello i was thinking this so does the Beast's have nicknames for Y/N like cute sweet and silly nicknames for them just for them to be very embarrassed about when they got older as well If the Beast's show any baby photos or videos of baby Y/N being very cute and i very much headcanon mostly Shadow Milk Cookie taking thoese photos/videos just to embarrassed Y/N

By the way now i can't stop seeing Y/N as a little owlet being born from a egg and being very fluffy and cute as well for them being a snow owl or something like that

Their Tiny Owlet

Beasts x daughter/son reader!

Scenario: Their nicknames for you and them showing your baby pictures!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hello guys! As you can see, I have decided to open my Tumblr again!

Honestly I'm more active in tiktok rather than other social medias!

But here! 💗

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Mystic Flour cookie

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

For Mystic Flour, her nicknames for you as her duaghter will be 'Dear', 'Dear daughter', 'Dearest', or 'Child'.

Why?

She sees you as one of the most important things in her world.

Of course it's because you're her offspring and she knew if she loses you, then she loses the very thing she created.

And of course, creations can be fragile if not watched properly.

Shes not the type to be teasing you.

The fact she's as quiet as the wind flowing in peace.

The wind is quiet but can be strong.

She's the mother where actions speak well.

She would take care of you but teach you less about words.

She would rather teach you how to act polite and be polite.

And she would assign you a private tutor or give you dictionary simply because she's not too fond of words.

Or maybe is that (headcanon) she speaks in her ancient language when English wasn't a language yet.

When she was walking around, cleaning and organizing the things that aren't supposed to be there,

She stumbled upon a box.

But not just any box.

The box full of your memories.

She took the stuff out and nostalgia hit her.

She could see how fast you've grown.

From a tiny sprout to a sprout that is able to stand on its own.

She opened her eyes to stare at the photos and after centuries, she manages to smile.

It was small but it was noticeable.

She decided to take these and show you this.

She didn't see anything wrong to seeing your old baby photos. Why you are embarrassed seeing your old photos.

She didn't see anything wrong to you at all.

You claimed it was because you used to be chubby or fat or ugly but she didn't see anything wrong with that.

"Dear child, your appearance when you were young was how any normal person would look like. Do not feel embarrassed for seeing a natural part of a cycle"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Burning Spice cookie

You, being his only child means you have to go through ridiculous things.

Such as nicknames.

His nicknames for you was 'Warrior' or 'Sprout' or 'Little thing'

He didn't see much into you but put more work into making you the heir of the throne.

He he doesn't even know who the mother is.

He trained you to fight and wield a sword.

To win every battle you've come crossed.

That is his true desires with you.

He never really liked children much.

Why?

He sees them more as a nuisance and a pain in the ass.

But you, you live for a purpose.

And that purpose was to fight and be the next head of the throne.

When he found your baby pictures, he could only feel proud at how you went from a weakling to a warrior.

He would show you and tell you how much you've grown and grown strong.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel embarrassed at you old weak state.

You were weka but it all takes progress.

"Oh I definitely understand why you feel embarrassed! You were weak!!! But nows the time to feel proud for as you've grown twice as strong as you were when you were young!!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Shadow Milk cookie

Being the daughter/son of this jester clown means you also have to go through his nuisance tricks.

But mainly, he calls you by the names 'Lil clown' or 'Little girl/boy' or calls you by your name. Sometimes he even adds 'ily' in the end of your name. (Similar to Vanilly)

He never actually did it with anyone but created you as a mere puppet.

But to his surprise, he's created more than a puppet.

A puppet with a brain of its own.

At first, he was shocked to even find out that you were learning.

Most of his puppets would stay brainless and wouldn't even process the things around them.

But you, he considers you as his daughter because you were created by him not by blood but was created by his own will.

He taught you things and even taught you to embrace deceit itself.

You weren't just a brainless puppet, you have memories, emotions, feelings, sensations.

Those were the things that his other creations couldn't get.

Of course, it's your brain or mind was what was growing.

Your puppet body never actually grows.

Your body stay as it is but you improve.

Like a robot or AI.

Ai or robot stay as a robot or Ai and computer but it's their minds that improves.

Their body may not show and improvement, but it's the mental mind that is improving.

When he was lurking in his spire, he was surprised to find old photos of you.

You when your mind was 5 months old, 5 years old, or 10 years old.

When he showed this to you, you honestly didn't see any difference.

Why?

Well obviously it's because it's you mind that changes.

But of course he still teases you for being naive and innocent back then.

You never truly desired to feel embarrassed but it's what he says that makes you feel embarrassed.

"Oh don't feel embarrassed now! You're my greatest creation! You should feel proud that you're unique! Or you would've been thrown in the pit where my other puppets lay!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hi everyone! So sorry if this one is short but I hope you like it!

Also school is almost ending!

Might update more in the summer if I pass! (My grades are low but they're still passed)

Let's see if I'm going to pass or pass away!

Anyways guys, byeee!

[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.

[owletstarlet]

(floofy hat appreciation hours—

[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."

[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.]

[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.