#parrotfeather

[green-cheek]

Parrot Feather

[niadinet]

9 Tanaman Air Penghasil Oksigen untuk Akuarium dan Kolam

Sadamantra – Menambah kadar oksigen dalam air untuk akuarium maupun kolam salah satunya dapat dilakukan dengan menghadirkan tanaman. Ada beberapa tanaman air hias yang bukan hanya bisa menghasilkan oksigen, sehingga membuat lingkungan akuatik lebih sehat. Kehadiran tumbuhan-tumbuhan itu juga akan menambah keindahan akuarium dan kolam. Jika ditinjau dari jenisnya, terdapat beberapa jenis tanaman…

[bossymarmalade]

Kuba peoples, Democratic Republic of Congo, “Mukenga” funerary mask (mid-20th century), raffia, wood, cowrie shells, beads, parrotfeathers, and goat hair, 33 1/2 x 22 x 26 inches

[subliminallyroki]

Here's a little something I wrote based off of my hermitcraft-warriors au. There's more to the world building, timeline, events, and such, so maybe I'll post that sometime later.

Anyhow, enjoy! And if it wasn't clear already, Macaw is Grian before he joined the Hermits' clan and he was given the name Parrotfeather. Also the hermits don't have a clan name, they just call themselves Hermits. They're kinda like a budget clan. Okay, yep, onto the story.

Macaw was tired. He had been walking for practically the entire day in this gods forsaken forest. It felt like he was going in circles, and now his paw pads were sore. It was great, just great.

By no means was he used to forests. All of the new smells bombarded his sensitive nose and caused him to sneeze. There were too many smells and too many pokey things, in his humble opinion. He couldn't tell head from tail. It didn't help that Macaw felt like he couldn't step anywhere without greenery in the way.

But it was a major improvement from whatever the two-legs had going on. Macaw shuddered at the reminder. He was glad to be gone from there. And he refused to remember the time before that.

The ginger cat sighed and paused. He sat down to give his aching paws a rest. Then gave up and layed down to extend fully in the soft grass. Macaw began the methodic task of licking his paws clean.

But he didn't get very far. The golden foliage tickiling his fur was too much to handle. Macaw, irritated and stressed, flicked his tail to and fro.

He had no clue what he was doing in a forest. He couldn't catch a mouse to save his life, much less sustain himself. It was stupid, maybe he should have just stayed with the deranged two legs after all. It was all so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

Macaw froze suddenly. There was noise, voices. His eyes widened.

"Yeah, Mumbo, did'ja see me catch that vole!? It didn't even see me coming!"

"Scar, you ran head first into a tree."

There was silence for a moment. If Macaw hadn't been so terrified for his life, he would be laughing.

"Okay, well, those are just technicalities."

"Are we sure you don't need to see the medicine cat? I'm sure Fuchsiaflower would be happy to tell us if you've scrambled your brains."

"Oh, I'm sure she's already fed up with me. It's no biggie, though!"

The voices were getting louder. They were approaching and Macaw was doing nothing but sitting in the flowers, cowering like an idiot. His breaths were getting cut short. Surely, surely, this would be the end.

It was then that a slender brown and white tabby tom revealed himself from the brush. He was looking back over his shoulder when he stopped and realized Macaw was squatting right there.

Silence again.

Someone spoke from behind the tom, "What is it, Bristlescar? Ah- oh."

Another cat appeared, this time he was bigger and had black and white patches. And Macaw meant a lot bigger. He must've been at least twice his own size.

It was a tense moment of the three staring at each other before the brown tabby cracked a grin.

"Well hello there." The black and white cat glanced at his partner. Macaw couldn't decipher if it was in concern or exasperation.

"Uh, hi?" Macaw hesitantly let himself relax from his crouch. If they hadn't attacked him yet, chances are they wouldn't now.

"HI, hi! I'm Bristlescar! And this here is Mumblenose! What's your name - wait don't tell me, let me guess," the brown and white tom, Bristlescar apparently (seriously, who named these guys? Their mothers must have hated them), closed his eyes in what appeared to be concentration.

The other cat gave Macaw a look that told him this is a common occurrence. Then Mumblenose seemed to realize their situation and quickly broke eye contact. It was a little bit funny, Macaw had to admit.

"It starts with a G! No? Yeah? Well I'm going to call you G. You know why? Because you are in those golden plants and, you know, g like gold. Okay," Bristlescar looked pleased, he smiled at the other cat.

"Uh, my name is actually Macaw." Macaw was having difficulty comprehending what was happening right now.

"Oh! Well, do you mind if I call you G? Because I think I'm going to. You can call me Scar if I get to call you G, deal?"

Before Macaw got a chance to interrupt, the black and white tom butted in, "Scar, er, I really don't think this is going anywhere. We're supposed to be hunting prey and keeping intruders out of our territory."

But, judging by his tone, Mumblenose wasn't all that annoyed.

"Oh, come on Mumblenose! Look at him, look at how cute and small he is! I'm sure Turtlestar would adopt him immediately. Why don't we take him back to camp?" Bristlescar turned back to Macaw. Macaw wasn't sure he liked being called 'cute' or 'small'. In fact, he despised it. "Would you like to come with us to our home?"

Macaw could just barely see Mumblenose smiling and rolling his eyes...fondly? Maybe?

Macaw was just about to say something biting in response, until he actually considered. It would be kind of nice to have a home with other cats. Even if those cats are strange social outcasts and rejects.

And even if they have strange names and even stranger customs and live in the woods. These two were...nice.

Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad. Here in the forest, no one knew they existed. Most importantly, no one could find Macaw. And the two cats were giving him warm, reassuring looks.

Macaw fully stood up from within the golden flowers. He faced them.

"You know what? Sure, why not."

"Ah-maz-ing!" Bristlescar exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Glad to have ya, mate. If you decide to stay, I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." Mumblenose added.

And with that, the two forest cats turned tail deeper into the foliage and Macaw scampered up to follow them. For once in his life, Macaw could put his past behind him and open up to a brand new, and hopefully safe, beginning.

[quintessentialarts]

This is the African Grey Parrot feather pendant worn with a gemstone charm next to it. I have lots of little stones to choose from in my Etsy shop! I made a mold of the feather, this pendant is pure silver. It is not cast, but cut out by hand in fine silver~ https://www.etsy.com/listing/235759690/feather-fine-silver-pendant

[thebkmc-blog]

She's sweet. 100% beaver felt. . . . . . #thebrooklynmillineryco #thebkmc #millinery #hats #customhats #customveils #custom #brooklyn #bushwick #maker #artisan #byhand #slowfashion #parrotfeather #beaverfelt #beaver #parrot #springstyle #minimal #beauty #passion #style #brooklynmade #fashion #instafashion #shoplocal #smallbusiness #supportlocal #supportmakers #supportartisans (at New York, New York)

[thenativetank]

VA Native Fish Hunting - 9

A beautiful Sunday out on the Potomac, out with the wife, a friend of ours, and our dogs to go shark tooth hunting. But of course I brought a net with me juuuuust in case I found some places to go fishing. And wouldn’t you know it? I did! I found a couple of new (for me, obv) species so if you want to see more, just click below!

FYI as the temps are dropping here, I only have a few more trips in me this year, maybe, but this is a place I’d love to come back to with some minnow traps and a throw net.

The main fish species in the area was the Inland Silverside (Menidia beryllina), a neat little surf species that doesn’t exceed 4 inches. According to fishbase, they can be found in marine, brackish, and freshwater habitats... a really cool ability that is uncommon despite the fact that every fish species I caught today shares that :) this particular area is low-end brackish (1.006).

Just off the Potomac were these little “tidewater” pools. I presume they are freshwater because the dominant plant species were duckweed(s) - which as far as I know have no brackish tolerance. The few times I’ve tried to acclimate them, I’ve had zero luck. Moral of the story folks - never go fishing without a hydrometer!

Also in the pool, though, was this Parrotfeather/Water Milfoil, an invasive species from South America that can now be found pretty much world-wide. A very attractive species that I wouldn’t mind trying in the right aquarium - provided you keep them far away from native water sources.

The dominant species in this pool (and one other I checked) were Eastern Mosquitofish (G. holbrooki). Normally not super worth noting... I mean I’ve found them in literally every location I’ve gone fishing in, minus 1 or 2, and many locations I have only surveyed so far. But what I thought was cool here is that this particular population has the same spotted tail fin that my home population is starting to acquire. I haven’t seen it in many others!

This was my big cool find of the day... this was an itty bitty Sheepshead Minnow (Cyprinodon variegatus)! This is an absolutely fascinating fish that can survive in freshwater or in salinities up to 6 times that of the ocean. Hardy, wide-spread, adults have attractive iridescence, and not too big (at 3 inches max) - why then are they laboratory fish and not common aquarium fish? Well, they can also be extremely nasty little nippers as adults, not afraid to punch above their weight class. I presume they work well with other waspish fish, but easy-going community fish, they are not. But incredibly cool nonetheless.

[albanellyurbina]

#labradorite #parrotfeathers #silverearrings #bohochic #instafashion #jewelryaddict #bohemian #jewelrylover #jewelrystylist https://www.instagram.com/p/BujWGAzhELK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zm202fcdsk1q

[amsdxbshots]

PARROT🐦 @emiratesparkzoo 📸 ~ Abudhabi UAE🇦🇪 • • • #parrot #dubai #abudhabi #instagram #dubaiblogger #instagood #instalike #parrotfeathers #travel #photooftheday #travelblogger #travelgram #travelphotography #traveling #picoftheday #uae #birds #canon #lovetheworld #love #look #dubai🌴 #awesome_earthpix #best #canonphotography #india #travels #travellife #natgeowild #worldtraveller (at Emirates Park Zoo Wild Life) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtfmLF3A5WH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vooqvtg9b7v

[francescavuillemin]

Feeling Peaceful ✌🏻🦜#tapas #beachvibes #sunset #duckandweave #barbaragodfreycass #lifeessencetribe #lifeessencecouncil #parrotfeathers #barbados🇧🇧 (at Tapas Barbados) https://www.instagram.com/p/BswH3kcAXU2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=169g1zlzsxkwr

[void-storage]

There’s some clipping with this shield and shoulder armor, so if you’d prefer a smaller shield I also tried Corrupted Carapace with this.

Head: hidden

Shoulders: Wild Gladiator's Shoulderplates

Cloak: Parrotfeather Cloak

Chest: Fierce Gladiator's Plate Chestpiece (horde only, warrior only)

Waist: Primal Gladiator's Girdle of Cruelty (horde only)

Legs: Fierce Gladiator's Plate Legguards (horde only, warrior only)

Hands: Fluid-Resistant Specimen Handlers

Feet: Wild Gladiator's Warboots of Cruelty

Weapon: Waraxe of the Horde Vanguard (horde only)

Shield: Skyhold Bulwark

[barbaraheidenreich]

Housecleaning reveals gifts. #amazonparrotfeather #wingfeather #flightfeather #parrotfeather #yellownapedamazon

[worldoftransmogs]

Whatsupppppp everybodyyyyyyyy...... After rocking my Hunter Noir mog for a while and after falling Madly and Deeply in love with these Spaulders I decided to make a new mog for my beautiful velf hunter.

I call this mog Dragon Hunter, Quite fitting as I had to kill a Dragon for this bow and the spaulders have dragon heads on them.

Shoulders - Dragonrider's Spaulders

Back - Parrotfeather Cloak

Chest - Ringmail of Madness Accordant

Hands - Gloves of the Fiery Behemoth

Waist - Cursed Demonchain Belt

Legs - Saronite Mesh Legguards

Feet - Brass-Lined Boots

Weapon - Dagryn's Discarded Longbow

[pbcnita]

My crowns are one of a kind custom made. Visit my easy shop for details. **Link in profile ** Orders available for you and your Orisha. #Oya #Yansa #Obatala #ayaguna #Orisha #Orisa #AfricanGods #Yoruba #ocha #Lucumi #Ifa #Santeria #africanspirituality #crown #corona #crystals #parrotfeathers #ikode #cowrieshells #skulls #awakenyourmagic #blackgirlmagic #spiritualityoverreligion #melenatedmagic #orishaschild #maferefuneggun #wearenatureschildren #brujasofinstagram #witchcraft #spiritualawakening

[applegelstore]

pasdechat AUs are amazing, please feel free to share all those thoughts.

Okay, for you: pirate Rose’s and princess Alisha’s point of view (spoiler-free, though!):

You see, the Scattered Bones are like the nicest pirates you can find. Only raid and kill if they have to. Like, if their dayjob business doesn’t sell enough (or if somebody gets on Rose’s shitlist). Their dayjob being “proper” merchants. They prefer to call themselves Sparrowfeathers, then. Maybe they should rather call themselves Parrotfeathers, though, considering that her parrot, Dezel, is basically her living compass and navigator. He’s usually pretty quiet, but if he opens his beak, you can be sure that he’s doing it to reprimand you. (Dezel: I’m a… oh forget about it. Okay, if it makes you happy, you can refer to me as a parrot.) Anyway, they’re nice pirates. Rose is proud of that. Then again, she really isn’t quite sure whether it had been a good idea to save that Sorey guy’s life. She didn’t even actively save his life. He happened to strand on that stupid island of all the islands in the stupid ocean where her crew stored all the booze and some things that were not quite legal, and she happened to come by there before he died of thirst on that island. Maybe she had felt a bit sorry at that point. He looked pretty much lost, and pretty beaten. Supposedly, everybody would look beaten if they had just narrowly escaped the fate of being eaten by a giant squid. Or first drowning and then being eaten by a giant squid. How he survived THAT before stranding on the island is beyond her anyway. (Dezel: Rose, it was a kraken. That’s an octopus, not a squid. That’s a different order. Rose: Can I make calamari from it, though? Dezel: You make calamari from squids, Rose. Rose: Can I, though? Dezel: I wanna see you try. …That was NOT a dare.) So far, so good. Sorey actually seemed like a decent fellow. And he’s amusing. Like they finally had a dog on the ship that they never had before. (Dezel seemed to be fond of dogs, but Rose is not gonna pay attention to the wishes of her parrot. She’s already listening to him for directions, that’s enough, right?) Turns out he’s the prince of Rolance, so that means he can repay the Sparrowfeathers handsomely once they get him back to land safely. But… yeah, well, that’s where the problem with Sorey starts. She got along with him so well. Until she found out that he had been headed to Hyland to propose to the princess. THE NERVE. Doesn’t matter that he actually doesn’t want to marry any princesses. Doesn’t matter that he’s only doing it to please his parents, and hoping to finally put an end to that horrible Rolance-Hyland war. Doesn’t matter that’s he’s obviously as a gay as a rainbow and pretty obviously has a thing for his fishboy friend. Which they both deny when she raises the subject, but that’s pretty telling in itself. Goddamn these nobles. Why are they all so complicated?

In short, so there’s our poor, nice pirate Rose who is really pissed that the pretty princess she’s into is off to marry some prince who doesn’t even want to marry her, and would readily just marry his fishboy if that was an option. Newsflash, it isn’t. (how would they even…? Okay, okay, she’d better stop thinking about this right NOW). Isn’t it nice if absolutely everybody is unhappy with the arrangement? She keeps telling Sorey he should tell Mikleo that he’s off to marry some human girl. It’s only gonna hurt their relationship even more if he puts it off. He counters that maybe Rose should also confess to Alisha that her nightjob is raiding ships and smuggling booze and even less legal stuff as opposed to trading spices by day. Damn him, really. She’s gotta find a payback for that. Rose needs rum. Lots of it. It’s okay if she’s pretty grumpy for most of the time, right? And no, Alisha, you will not put her into one of these dresses that make your hips look nice and your boobs almost fall out. …Hey, wait, that means Alisha is gonna wear one of those for the ball she’s planning, too, right? … … Rum. Now.

Admittedly, Alisha is really tired of being the only sane person sometimes. It’s not even like she was that important a political figure, but she’s the king of Hyland’s only daughter. Illegitimate, but still the only one. And thus his only marriage tool. It’s exasperating. All her life she’s been told she was unimportant anyway, so she’d be better off joining the knights, anyway. Only to be told now that she happened to be almost of age that she should dress more feminine because she was off to get married. Or, really, that’s how it is?

And the worst thing? Rose. No, not Rose herself, Alisha is very fond of Rose. Fonder than of anyone else she knows. Rose is fun, Rose is brave, Rose brightens her every day. …Except when she’s acting like some child betrayed of its dessert. (Rose: Oh no, I can’t even stay in the palace for another minute! No way I’m gonna dirty your precious royal floor with my filthy merchant boots. Alisha: Rose, that’s just stupid, you’ve always been welcome in my quarters! Rose: yeah, until you decided to marry some prince dude. Alisha wants to bang her head against a wall. Really, Rose, it’s a political marriage.) Really, why is Rose so difficult these days? Don’t tell her she’s jealous. Like, really? …Is she aware that Sorey is gay? Truth be told, that was one of the first things Alisha had found out about him. The first one was “He has absolutely no table manners, and it’s beginning to dawn on her why his father looked really, really done with this world when she met him���, the second was “He loves books, and once you let him, he will never stop talking about them.” She had been devastated when her parents told her they would arrange a marriage for her. But she had been so relieved when she had met that person in question who was supposed to propose to her. Like, he’s nice, he’s kind, he’s never gonna force her into anything (he’s not even into girls!), they should be able to do much good for their kingdoms together. Maybe Alisha would even be able to see Rose more often! They can travel to Rolance together to see her… husband. Whatever. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? …Yeah, if only Rose could stop being so difficult.

On a different note, did Rose always have two parrots? The new one is bright green with funny jewellry around his neck. He seems like a fun fellow. He says his name is Zaveid. Looks like Rose was really good with birds.

[transmogwow]

Srilo - Dentarg (us) head: Hidden Helm neck: Heart of Azeroth shoulder: Phantom Stalker Shoulders back: Parrotfeather Cloak chest: Raiment of the Blighted Tribe tabard: Hidden Tabard wrist: Wristwraps of Coursing Miasma hands: Antiseptic Specimen Handlers waist: Stretched Sinew Waistcord legs: Singe-Blotched Britches feet: Moss-Covered Wingtip Shoes finger1: Seal of Hateful Meditation finger2: Ritual Binder's Ring trinket1: Darkmoon Deck: Squalls trinket2: Tendrils of Burrowing Dark mainHand: Scythe of Elune offHand: Uldir Subject Manifest