#tree pipit

[dansnaturepictures]

19th May 2024: My first Grizzled Skipper of the year, foxgloves, thistle, Red-headed Cardinal beetle and wild strawberry at Bentley Wood and beautiful cistus at home today.

At Bentley Wood my first Tree Pipit of the year and Garden Warbler heard, my first Pearl-bordered Fritillaries, Painted Lady and Small Heath of the year, my first Silver Y and Speckled Yellow moths of the year, my first yellow pimpernel and silverweed cinquefoil of the year, my first ever Downy Emerald dragonfly which was amazing to see, Green Tiger beetle and froghopper were some of many highlights on an insect, flower and bird fest today.

[outofangband]

Birds of Nargothrond

Note: Nargothrond refers to the caves that became a kingdom under Finrod but also to the region surrounding it. In this world building post I use Nargothrond to refer to the region unless otherwise specified

Other bird world building lists can be found on this list here! As always I included world building notes so it’s not just a list of species

Forested hills: common nighthawk, rock dove, black kite, tree sparrow, common jay, golden oriole, common treecreeper, nuthatch, long tailed tit, wood warbler, common wren, barn owl (rare), sparrowhawk, song thrush, spotted nutcracker

Talath Dirnen: red grouse, black grouse, grey partridge, wood pigeon, swamphen, short toed eagle, black headed bunting, common linnet, twite, great grey shrike, blue tit, ring ouzel, wood lark, meadow pipit, wryneck, grasshopper warbler, whitethroat, grasshopper sparrow, prairie chicken

Around the river Narog: ruddy shell duck (rare), common pheasant, cettid warbler, garden warbler, sedge warbler, common goosander, water pipit (rare), kingfisher, hobby

World building notes

Images of birds are found throughout the actual stronghold of Nargothrond including engraved into the arches of the main doors, into the wood and stone of bed structures and along the bridge. Nightingales with sprigs of elm leaves line the pillars near the throne, a homage to Thingol and Melian

Birds are not kept in large numbers for agricultural reasons however a small number of quails are kept for eggs and feathers. This practice is adapted from the elves of Doriath as I talked about here.

The majority of feather quills in Nargothrond are quail feather quills however some fancier ones are from the tail feathers of golden eagles or from various sea birds. The latter were gifts from the Falathrim to Finrod and evoke nostalgia from his childhood in Alqualondë

The autumn festival, held within the orchards of Nargothrond includes hours of watching departing birds.

Some of the Noldor of Nargothrond including Finrod maintained communication with the Falathrim through scrolls carried by birds though these originated at the Falas and Barad Nimras

Woodland birds such as pheasants and grouse are sometimes eaten during feasts at Nargothrond but most birds eaten are killed by hunters and scouts

[argentinagp]

tagged by @avida-heidia-5! here is my tree! if u want to leave a message!

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[probablyasocialecologist]

Aesthetic sensibilities are deeply subjective, and hard to acknowledge and analyse clearly. They take root in us from the moment we’re born. They bind us to a particular view of the landscape, something we begin to think of as ‘natural’ or, at least, benign. What we see as children, particularly where we grow up, becomes what we want to continue to see, and what we want our children to see. Nostalgia, and the sense of security that nostalgia brings, binds us to the familiar. We are persuaded, too, by our own absorption in this aesthetic that what we are seeing has been here for ever. We believe the countryside around us, or something very similar to it, has persisted for centuries and the wildlife within it, if not exactly the same, is at least a fair representation of what has been here for centuries. But the ecological processes of the past are hard for the layman – and often even conservation professionals – to grasp. 

We are blinded by the immediacy of the present. We look at the landscape and see what is there, not what is missing. And if we do appreciate some sort of ecological loss and change, we tend to go only as far back as our childhood memories, or the memories of our parents or grandparents who tell us ‘there used to be hundreds of lapwings in my day’, ‘skylarks and song thrushes were ten-a-penny’, ‘the fields round here used to be red with poppies and blue with cornflowers’, ‘cod was the poor man’s fish when I was a nipper’. We are blind to the fact that in our grandparents’ grandparents’ day there would have been species-rich wildflower meadows in every parish and coppice woods teeming with butterflies. They would have heard corncrakes and bitterns, seen clouds of turtle doves, thousands of lapwings and hundreds more skylarks. A mere four generations ago they knew rivers swimming with burbot – now extinct in Britain – and eels, and their summer nights were peppered with bats and moths and glow-worms. Their grandparents, in turn, saw nightjars settling on dusty country lanes and even hawking for moths around the street lamps in towns, and spotted flycatchers in every orchard, and meadow pipits everywhere from salt-flats to the crowns of mountains. They saw banks of giant cod and migrating tuna in British waters. They saw our muddy North Sea clear as gin, filtered by oyster beds as large as Wales. And their grandparents, in turn, living at the time of the last beaver in Britain, would have known great bustards, and watched shoals of herring five miles long and three miles broad migrating within sight of the shore, chased by schools of dolphins and sperm whales and the occasional great white shark. We don’t have to look too deeply into the history books, into contemporary accounts, for scenes dramatically different to our own to be normal. Yet we live in denial of these catastrophic losses.

Isabella Tree, Wilding: The Return of Nature to a British Farm

[lovecraftian-frog]

I actually caught 52 species of birds in Luxembourg so I won't be able to post them all here. But still, here are 5 more !

- Lesser whitethroat (Curruca curruca)

- Barn swallow (Hirundo rustica)

- Eurasian blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus)

- Aquatic warbler (Acrocephalus paludicola)

- Tree pipit (Anthus trivialis)

[totally-correct-oot-skord]

Link: Bad news— Groose locked himself out of his own room. Link: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith. Link: Bad news— Pipit finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls. Link: Good news—a cute girl saw me do it. Link: Bad news—it was Zelda, and since she's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a baby chick that was just too dang small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.

[aurathian]

Rumors

AO3 | Written for the @zelinkcommunity Loftwing Letters gift exchange! I hope you enjoy @skyyknights !! This also fulfills @zelinktines24 prompt #14: “rumors” :) If you enjoy, please reblog! <3

Fandom: Skyward Sword

Rating: G

Ships: Link/Zelda

Description: There’s a rumor going around that Link and Zelda are in love.

Read the full fic below or read it on AO3.

Days on the surface were busy. From dawn, Link and Zelda were up collecting wood, fetching water, and making multiple rounds of the settlement to see who needed help. By dusk, they were helping cook meals, store equipment, and make sure all were safe to sleep. Their only respite was their one-room cottage, tucked a short walk away from the settlement, where at night they shared stories about the day and plans for the tomorrows they once never thought they would have.

There was a rumor going around that they were exhausted.

“That’s silly,” Zelda yawned, taking a sip of tea from her mug. “Karane, you should really stop gossiping.” Setting down her cup, she resumed her knitting project: a blanket for Kukiel who, despite her love for adventure, was having a hard time adjusting to the surface. The blanket would be covered in pictures of loftwings and clouds.

“It’s not gossip,” Karane protested. “I can see it in your eyes, Zelda. You have bags!”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Link had to wake you up this morning. It’s usually the other way around.”

“How do you know– ah, Pipit…”

“You should take some time for yourself,” Karane encouraged, getting up to refill her teacup. “You and Link give a lot.”

“We don’t mind,” Zelda argued as she shifted to watch Karane over the back of her chair. “There’s a lot of work to do and we can do it.”

Karane sighed and swirled her cup. Looking out the window, she said, “Link is out with Pipit right now chopping firewood. Maybe you can go get some fresh air, walk a little bit, without starting a new project.” She walked to the door, lifting the cup. “Oh, I’ll return this later.”

And then Karane was gone and Zelda was alone and maybe her best friend was right. A light breeze blew outside, gently ruffling the curtains on the window through which she could hear birds singing. A walk outside, without any projects or jobs or strings attached, was something Zelda hadn’t done in a long time. So, she gently set Kukiel’s blanket aside, finished her cup of tea, and ventured out into the surrounding woods.

On the other side of the surface settlement, Pipit hacked away at a pile of firewood while Link–unwillingly–stood and watched.

“I’m not letting you help,” Pipit huffed as he lifted the axe over his head. “This is my job.”

“But I can do it.”

“You’ve done enough.” With a whack, the log at Pipit’s feet split into two. “You never do anything for yourself anymore.”

“I do plenty for myself,” Link protested. “Last night, I ate dinner.”

Pipit couldn’t stop himself from bursting out in a fit of laughter so loud the birds hidden in the trees launched away into the air.

“Alone?” Pipit asked between chuckles.

“Well, Zelda was finishing up some of the laundry she was helping with, and she got back late.”

“That’s exactly it.” Pipit set leaned on the handle of the axe and glowered at Link. “You two don’t have any time to do something together that doesn’t involve working.”

“Finishing up the settlement is important,” Link replied. “Once that’s done, then we can rest.”

”Or you could rest now—“

“Hey,” a voice rang out, and Pipit didn’t miss the way Link’s eyes lit up. “Am I intruding?” Zelda emerged from behind a tree, and to Pipit’s surprise, wasn’t carrying a pile of fabric or a bucket of water. It was just her.

“Not at all, Zel,” Pipit said, casting a glance at Link’s tomato-hued face, “not at all.” He also didn’t miss the slight fumble in his step which almost sent the logs in his arms rolling.

“I was wondering if Link had a minute,” she said. “But if you’re busy, I don’t want to interrupt—I know that wood is urgent.”

Pipit hurriedly, almost eagerly, replied that it was not urgent. “Take him if you need him.” Link hesitated, glancing between the pile of uncut wood and the woman dearest to him, wondering what mattered more.

He went off with Zelda, leaving Pipit alone and knowing he would never hear the end of this later.

There was a rumor going around that Link and Zelda were in love.

“What happened?” Link asked as they walked through the forest.

“Does something need to happen for us to take a stroll?”

“No, but— usually— I mean, when you come get me it’s because you need help with some work.”

“I just had an idea that we could take a break.” Yes. An idea that was entirely her own. “But if you have to get back, I understand.”

“No! No, I don’t.” Their hands swung at their sides as they walked and Link ever so gently grazed his fingers against hers. Zelda glanced down and turned her face away to hide her blush. Nervously, she slipped her fingers into his. The rest of the walk was silent, but in that silence was comfort. The silence said everything—that they could truly be at peace, even in the midst of building and planning and healing, their peace could be found within the other.

Just outside the forest that surrounded the settlement was Lake Floria. Zelda had grown fond of it on the rare occasions she visited. Beside the lake was a tree taller and much older than the rest, which is where they sat down. For a long time they stayed there, talking, reminiscing, clutching hands, and they were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice the golden light of sunset or the glowing bugs that came out of hiding.

“It’s been very nice to do this,” Zelda said as she plucked at some grass. “Perhaps we could do this more.”

“I think so too.”

“You know,” she continued after a moment of quiet, “I’ve been working on a blanket for Kukiel.”

“Have you?”

“She’s homesick, so I thought it would be nice.” She tore a tuft of grass out of the earth. “Maybe… I could make a blanket for us, too.”

“I could get some more wood,” Link offered, “for our hearth.”

“We could sit under our blanket in front of our fire and drink tea together. Just us, for ourselves.” And Zelda thought there was no moment more perfect than this, surrounded only by the forest and its wildlife, treasuring every detail: the upward curve of Link’s lips, the presence of his hand over hers, the blush that was surely creeping onto her face.

They faced each other. “That sounds nice,” Link said, eyes traveling down to her lips, then back up to those sky-blue eyes that would always remind him of home. Not the Knight Academy, not Skyloft, not the Goddess Statue, but home: her.

He reached up and cupped her face with that same gentle care he always had, like he could lose her again with just a simple touch, and she closed her eyes and gingerly leaned in…

…and there was a rumor going around that they shared their first kiss underneath the tree by the lake.

[globalworship]

The Parable of the Mustard Seed (icon)

“Jesus put before them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and rest in its branches." -Matthew 13:31-32

Recent icon of this passage by Kelly Latimore:

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Commenary by Kelly Latimore:

Jesus' parables are one of the ways Jesus trains his disciples. The parables, like the sermon on the mount, have always been crucial for the church to imagine the kind of community it is called to be. We discover again and again that Jesus' parables significance points to everyday life. The parables are meant to be lived.

The original audience may have been perplexed by this story. They would have known that no-one would intentionally plant a mustard shrub. In fact, the Jewish Mishnah forbade the growing of mustard seeds in the garden because they were 'useless annoying weeds'. In the Hebrew Scriptures the "birds of the air" can be a reference to Gentiles/Non-Jews, the foreigner.

This parable suggests that the kingdom of heaven is available to everyone. Even those who may be considered outsiders or not "Worthy". Jesus is calling us to see the significance in the insignificant. The parables of the kingdom of heaven make clear that the kingdom of heaven is not "up there". Through the parables Jesus is teaching us to "be for the world the material reality of the kingdom of heaven brought down to earth." As Jesus is himself the parable of the father so the church is meant to be the parable of Christ. A people in space and time welcoming the outcast, the foreigner, and the stranger. These kind of communities will look like unwanted weeds to the world, or even to other christians. However, this may be exactly the church Jesus is asking us to embody. Prints, Digital Downloads, and Calendars available All of the birds in this icon are native to the Holy Land. Birds in the icon: Palestine Sunbird, Scrub Warbler, Common Rosefinch, Laughing dove, Barn Swallow, House Sparrow, Fire-Fronted Serin, Red- Rumped Swallow, Rufous-tailed Scrub Robin, Woodchat Shrike, European Greenfinch, Tree Pipit, Nubian Nightjar, Northern Wheatear, Green Bee Eater, Eurasian Golden Oriole, European Roller, Eurasian Jay, Great Tit, Hooded Crow, Eurasian Blackbird, Common Chiffchaff, Rock Bunting, Crested Lark, and White Spectacled Bulbul.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1006593093924270&set=a.437194030864182 https://www.facebook.com/kellylatimoreicons

[pumpkinnning]

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[bonefall]

Darkbark is such a good name it's so fun to say

I like it so much I want to keep it, even though I've gotten a request to make those names into more unique ecological suffixes. I think I'll make it into Darkstar "Queen's Rights" Warrior Cat's pre-leadership name.

(in clanmew this bark-word is also going to refer to the type peeled off willow trees and made into twine, as opposed to the harder type of bark made into sleds)

So Darkbark can stay while freeing up those two free names. And, speaking of, let me share some of the cool words that are valid in this region;

Teal (type of duck)

Smew

Moorhen

Partridge

Coot

Tit

Knot

Rail

Ruff

Dunnock

Cormorant

Pipit

Creeper

Jelly (type of fungus)

Polypore

Agaric

Blewit

Chanterelle

Bolete

Campion

Vetch

Mustard

Alkanet

Trefoil

Anemone

Teasel

Butterbur

Spurge

Rollypolly

I could do Fry, as in, a baby fish... I've been looking to put Fry in somewhere and it makes sense here more than in WindClan...

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Warrior Cats Prefixes- W

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Wagtail-: "[noun] any of various chiefly Old World oscine birds (family Motacillidae) related to the pipits and having a long tail that they habitually jerk up and down"

Walnut-: "[noun] the large wrinkled edible seed of a deciduous tree, consisting of two halves contained within a hard shell which is enclosed in a green fruit; [noun] he tall tree that produces the walnut, with compound leaves and valuable ornamental timber"

Wander-: "[verb] walk or move in a leisurely, casual, or aimless way; [noun] an act or instance of wandering"

Warble-: "[verb] (of a bird) sing softly and with a succession of constantly changing notes; [noun] a warbling sound or utterance"

Warbler-: "[noun] any of a number of small insectivorous songbirds that typically have a warbling song"

Warm-: "[adj] of or at a fairly or comfortably high temperature; [adj] having, showing, or expressive of enthusiasm, affection, or kindness"

Wasp-: "[noun] a social winged insect that has a narrow waist and a sting. It constructs a paper nest from wood pulp and raises the larvae on a diet of insects; [noun] a solitary winged insect with a narrow waist, mostly distantly related to the social wasps and including many parasitic kinds"

Water-: "[noun] a colorless, transparent, odorless liquid that forms the seas, lakes, rivers, and rain"

Wave-: "[noun] a long body of water curling into an arched form and breaking on the shore; [verb] move one's tail or paw to and fro in greeting or as a signal"

Wavy-: "[adj] having a form or edge that smoothly curves in and out"

Wax-: "[noun] a sticky yellowish moldable substance secreted by honeybees as the material of honeycomb, aka beeswax"

Waxcap-: "[noun] a species of fungi that are often brightly-coloured with a waxy or slippery-looking cap"

Weasel-: "[noun] a small, slender, carnivorous mammal related to, but generally smaller than, the stoat"

Web-: "[noun] a network of fine threads constructed by a spider from fluid secreted by its spinnerets, used to catch its prey"

Webcap-: "[noun] a mushroom of the agaric genus Cortinarius, many of which are highly poisonous"

Weed-: "[noun] a wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants"

Weeping-: "[adj] shedding tears; [adj] used in names of tree and shrub varieties with drooping branches"

Weevil-: "[noun] a small beetle with an elongated snout, the larvae of which typically develop inside seeds, stems, or other plant parts"

Wet-: "[adj] covered or saturated with water or another liquid"

Wheat-: "[noun] a cereal plant that is the most important kind grown in temperate countries; [noun] the grain of the wheat plant"

Whimbrel-: "[noun] a small migratory curlew of northern Eurasia and northern Canada, with a striped crown and a trilling call"

Whirl-: "[verb] move or cause to move rapidly around and around; [noun] a rapid movement around and around"

Whirling-: "[adj] characterized by rapid movement round and round"

Whisper-: "[verb] speak very softly using one's breath without one's vocal cords"

Whispering-: "[verb] speak very softly using one's breath without one's vocal cords, especially for the sake of privacy"

Whistle-: "[verb] to make a shrill clear sound especially by rapid movement"

Whistling-: "[verb] emit a clear, high-pitched sound; [verb] (especially of a bird) produce a clear, high-pitched sound"

White-: "[adj] of the color of milk or fresh snow, due to the reflection of most wavelengths of visible light; [noun] white color or pigment"

Whorl-: "[noun] a pattern of spirals or concentric circles; [verb] spiral or move in a twisted and convoluted fashion"

Wigeon-: "[noun] a dabbling duck with mainly reddish-brown and gray plumage, the male having a whistling call"

Wild-: "[adj] (of an animal or plant) living or growing in the natural environment"

Willow-: "[noun] a tree or shrub of temperate climates that typically has narrow leaves, bears catkins, and grows near water"

Wilting-: "[verb] (of a plant, leaf, or flower) become limp through heat, loss of water, or disease. Droop; [verb] (of a cat) lose one's energy or vigor"

Wind-: "[noun] the perceptible natural movement of the air, especially in the form of a current of air blowing from a particular direction"

Windy-: "[adj] (of weather, a period of time, or a place) marked by or exposed to strong winds"

Wish-: "[verb] feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable, or to want something that cannot or probably will not happen"

Wisp-: "[noun] a small thin or twisted bunch, piece, or amount of something"

Wisteria-: "[noun] a climbing shrub of the pea family, with hanging clusters of pale bluish-lilac flowers"

Wolf-: "[noun] a wild carnivorous mammal of the dog family, living and hunting in packs"

Wolverine-: "[noun] a heavily built short-legged carnivorous mammal with a shaggy dark coat and a bushy tail"

Wonder-: "[noun] a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable; [verb] desire or be curious to know something"

Wood-: "[noun] the hard fibrous material that forms the main substance of the trunk or branches of a tree or shrub; [noun] an area of land, smaller than a forest, that is covered with growing trees"

Woodpecker-: "[noun] a bird with a strong bill and a stiff tail, which climbs tree trunks to find insects and drums on dead wood to mark territory"

Woodruff-: "[noun] a white-flowered plant of the bedstraw family with whorled leaves, smelling of new-mown hay when dried or crushed"

Wool-: "[noun] the fine, soft curly or wavy hair forming the coat of a sheep, goat, or similar animal"

Woolly: "[adj] made of wool or looking like wool"

Worm-: "[noun] any of a number of creeping or burrowing invertebrate animals with long, slender soft bodies and no limbs"

Wren-: "[noun] a small short-winged songbird"

[dansnaturepictures]

Five of my favourite photos I took in May 2023 and end of month thoughts 

The photos are of; Oystercatcher on Brownsea Island, Marsh Fritillary at Magdalen Hill Down, view at Bentley Wood, red campion at Lakeside Country Park and Broad-bodied Chaser at Bentley Wood. 

May was another fantastic month of wildlife watching and photos for me. My strong spring run of seeing bird species for the first time this year continued with species such as Tree Pipit and Hobby seen, taking my year list into the 200s on my earliest ever date in a year, making my year list my second highest ever already and the highest any of my year lists have ever been on this date by far which is exceptional and feels so good. Garden Warbler, Garganey, Curlew Sandpiper, Little Tern, Cuckoo, Long-billed Dowitcher, Whitethroat and Sandwich Tern have been other key birds seen this month. It has also been a great month of watching young birds and breeding birds including Peregrines, Great Crested Grebes and many goslings and ducklings. May was also a fantastic month of butterflies with a rich array of fantastic species observed and I feel so lucky to have seen so many. I went on a great run in sunny weather of getting butterfly photos too which I was pleased with. Marsh Fritillary, Pearl-bordered Fritillary, Adonis Blue, Brown Argus, Duke of Burgundy, Grizzled Skipper, Dingy Skipper, Small Copper, Painted Lady and Green Hairstreak were standouts of the many species enjoyed. 

It was a memorable month of flowers as we sailed into days of having so many species around which is exciting from burnt-tip orchid to early purple orchid. I enjoyed seeing damselflies very well this month especially over some memorable consecutive days and getting into dragonflies for the year too, with good moments with beetles and other insects as well as mammals and moths of course with my year list starting up nicely for them. I took so many photos again this month, many of which I was pleased with and I enjoyed taking in some stunning, varied and immersive landscapes in many bits of strong sunny weather this month with sunsets and the moon enjoyed too. I hope you all have a nice June.

[outofangband]

Birds of Thargelion

After this I just have Maglor’s Gap and that will complete my series on birds in the Fëanorian realms pre Amon Ereb!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Thargelion was the realm of Caranthir, located in the north east of Beleriand just north of Ossiriand and bordered by the Ered Luin, the eastern stretch of mountains that divided Beleriand from the rest of Middle Earth

As always this is not a definitive list! Please feel free to ask more or give me a more specific category!

Around Lake Helevorn and the rivers: Red-breasted merganser, mute swan, white tailed dipper, whooper swan, smew, little grebe, red throated loon, common crane, mallard, common white eye, northern shovler, green winged teal, corn crake, spotted crake, black winged stilt

Mountains: bearded vulture, water pipit, golden eagle, kestrel, peregrine falcon, Rock ptarmigan, common siskin, alpine accentor, northern wheatear, ring ouzel, white tailed eagle, chough, spotted nutcracker, Citril finch, griffon vulture, common redstart, common raven, wallcreeper, common jay, boreal owl, white winged snowfinch, crag martin, common redstart, black redstart

Foothills and forests: black grouse, wood grouse, goshawk, grey white fronted goose, hazel grouse, little bunting, meadow pipit, tree sparrow, hedge warbler, Bohemian waxwing, common kestrel, long eared owl, little owl, marsh tit, coal tit, mourning dove, rock pigeon, woodchat strike

World building notes

-Like most of the Noldor in Eastern Beleriand, many of Caranthir’s scouts keep birds of prey. In Thargelion these are primarily peregrine falcons and kestrels. Hunting with birds was less common however.

--There are populations of Green Elves who live in Thargelion, primarily in the mountains and near the border of Ossiriand. Though they also do not use birds for hunting, certain species are kept as companions or messengers.

-Chicken breeding as an art and science developed during the Watchful Peace. Chickens in Thargelion are appraised for long plumage and colorful feathers. Their eggs are eaten but they are not often used for meat.

-Chickens, peacocks and quails were kept by the Noldor of Thargelion, techniques of raising and breeding them were learned from Sindar and Silvan cultures of Eastern Beleriand. Indeed the Noldor of Thargelion were one of the only Noldor populations to keep quails.

-Bearded vultures appear on the crests of some of Caranthir’s lords and were even kept by a few of them

-Feathers of various mountain birds especially eagles and ouzel appear in wood carvings as an architectural motif during the Watchful Peace in Thargelion

-Out of all the Fëanorian realms, water birds appear most often in art and other cultural references in Thargelion as Lake Helevorn and its wildlife are a central facet of life there especially in times of peace. Wading birds like crakes, cranes and stilts are especially Valued.

[cannedbreads]

Tree pipit

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hi fable!

do u have any lu hc? :D

hi dragon!

hyrule is aroace

legend is autistic

legend is a cat person

warriors prefers to initiate touch rather than receive it

four and the colors are a system (it's complicated)

sky used to have a crush on pipit

sky made sure that pipit and karane got together even though he gave the letter to the hand

wind is four's descendant

legend used to be pretty wary around twilight before divine dark reflections

legend is trans. dunno which way but he's trans

the kokiri didn't know how to assign time's gender because the deku tree creates them one way or another. they dressed time in a mix of clothes and used the kokiri version of fae/faer. time left the forest before he was old enough to figure things out for himself, and hylian society immediately classified him as a he/him

time and hyrule are both cool with fae/faer

four is 16 and the colors act a little younger/less mature

kiana and saki go full mom mode whenever wild visits

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Dalston Curve Garden has been incredibly lush with botanical beauty these last few weeks. It’s not just our colourful display of tulips in pots that have been bringing daily joy, but also the emerging waves of whites, yellows and blues of Spring flowering bulbs, flourishing under the light leaf canopies of our Birch and Alder trees. 

One silver lining of the prolonged cold weather this Spring has been the longer flowering period for many of our plants. We still have several Daffodils in flower - Narcissus ‘Pipit’ and the sweet-scented miniature ‘Baby Moon’ alongside Muscari latifolium, Erythronium ‘Pagoda’ and the Spring Star flower, Ipheion uniflorum ‘Wisley Blue’, with its sweet-scented lavender blue flowers. Add to this the Hawthorn, Cherry and Apple tree blossom buzzing with bees, the fresh green of unfurling fern fronds and the dainty heart-shaped leaves of Epimediums and it really does make it a very special time to drop in to the garden.

The Garden and cafe are open this Bank Holiday weekend on Friday 5 & Saturday 6 May. 1-10pm and on Sunday 7 & Bank Holiday Monday 8 May, 1-8pm.  

Thanks to Sandra Keating and Alex Bogdan, for their beautiful photos. All photos are copyright of Dalston Eastern Curve Garden.

If, like us, you are obsessed with tulips, do keep an eye out for our upcoming post on our favourite late-flowering varieties.