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arthistoryanimalia · 6 days
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Rie Muñoz (American, 1921-2015)
Migration, c.1977
Seriograph, 22.25" x 27.25"
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murderousink23 · 4 days
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05/14/2024 is National Buttermilk Biscuit Day 🇺🇸, National Dance Like a Chicken Day 🇺🇸, National Underground America Day 🇺🇸, World Migratory Bird Day 🐦🇺🇳
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migratorybirdday · 7 days
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Introducing the Golden Eagle.
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A massive brown raptor with white patches in the wings soars in the sky. On their way back to the arctic tundra right now, and they're a rare sight for May almost anywhere in the contiguous U.S. Lake and ocean shorelines can concentrate raptors as they decide whether or not to cross the water to continue their migration, making promontories like Whitefish Point magical for birders.
Text: Golden Eagle, Aquila chrysaetos, © James Kennerley / Macaulay Library, Cornell Lab.
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wausaupilot · 17 days
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World Migratory Bird Day events arriving for whole family
Scores of communities recognized for their bird-friendly ways through the Bird City Wisconsin program will host bird festivals in the next few weeks, including on May 11. That’s the day recognized globally as World Migratory Bird Day. Many birding organizations will host events as well. Migration, when 60 percent to 70 percent of bird mortality occurs, is the most perilous time of a bird’s life.…
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thepup-maximus · 1 year
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Yesterday was world migratory bird day and I got two lifers! Plus one on Friday as well 🥰
A Veery, a Yellow-Rumped Warbler, and TWO Caspian Terns, the largest of all the Terns.
There were falconers at the library so I also got to see an American Kestral in real life, they're so beautiful and the smallest bird of prey we have here 🥰
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techurdu · 1 year
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World Migratory Bird Day Celebrated with Enthusiasm at Quetta Balochistan
In celebration of World Bird Migratory Day, the Ten Billion Tree Tsunami Program's Wildlife Component organized a remarkable event at Serina Hotel in Quetta.
In celebration of World Bird Migratory Day, the Ten Billion Tree Tsunami Program’s Wildlife Component organized a remarkable event at Serina Hotel in Quetta. The event, held on May 13, 2023, was graced by the presence of esteemed guests from various disciplines, including academia scholars, researchers, and students. The Chief Guest for the occasion was Mr. Noor Ahmed Pirkani, Secretary Forest &…
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silly-fern · 1 year
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Celebrating world migratory bird day with some new friends coming in from their winter vacation
These friends include: the great egret
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And here she is again fine dining with crow
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Next we have the lovely eastern kingbird of the tyrannical flycatchers
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And finally the red-winged black bird singing his heart away. If you pause and listen maybe you too can hear him on the spring breeze
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Happy World Migratory Bird Day!
Art: Not by me
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wetlandsday · 1 year
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Common in UK wetlands, what is the name of this bird?
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Pied Avocet
White Stilt
Black-headed Gull
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youryurigoddess · 6 months
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The summer that was never supposed to end
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You’ve probably noticed how in Good Omens 2 Crowley’s eyes are brighter, more saturated, as if glistening with liquid gold. We’ve already covered his hair. And it’s not only the visual aspect of him — even in objectively stressful conditions, Crowley appears mature and put together, way cooler and more protective than before. Even his faults are heavily romanticized in the past and present scenes, reminding of the S1 body swap, when Aziraphale projected his love to him on the way he played the demon in Hell.
It’s not just the demon. The whole season is more vibrant, bolder, filled with sunshine. Just like a summer that was never supposed to end. Like a memory of a loved one seen through the eyes of someone who thinks of them every day until the end of the world.
S2 seems ridiculously saturated, whimsical, and full of red and gold, just like a certain demon. Aziraphale not only painted his bookshop in his image, but literally colored the whole world in Crowley’s colors. It was such lush and saturated and blooming with warmth and hazy light.
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It’s either that all the newest events are just another memory seen through a certain angel’s eyes, or said angel actively made it appear this way — as in, his feelings grew so strong that they’ve started to warp the reality around him. And it’s a well-known fact that Aziraphale has a tendency to affect his surroundings, either unconsciously, when his presence in the bookshop literally lightens up the sky seen through its windows, or very much consciously, when he takes over the position of a master puppeteer and manipulates people with or without the help of his miracles.
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S1 was more dramatic and apocalyptic, but not particularly gray — at least not as much as the color grading typically used in portrayal of similar apocalyptic narratives. S2, at least as seen through Aziraphale’s own La Vie En Rose lens, is vibrant and saturated. And those colors drastically fade in the heavenly light of the elevator during the credits, suggesting that they won’t be as visible in the course of S3.
But I don’t want to ramble about the apocalypse sandwich and the three-act structure here, so let’s circle back to S2.
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Good Omens 2 was really set in a summer that was never supposed to end. But it did, autumn crept in, and there was no chance of hearing the nightingales sing. They all had left by the time an angel and a demon finally kissed.
In the most literal sense: the very last nightingales usually migrate from the UK to their wintering grounds in Sub-Saharan Africa in the first days of September.
Aziraphale was right that nothing lasts forever — and the passage of time on Earth is marked by subtle details invisible to the immortal eyes.
The main thing about autumn migration is how sudden and hard to predict it is. The birds start disappearing gradually, often without notice, until at some point they are no longer here. Much like the angel leaves the bookshop — their shared nest — to spread his wings and fight.
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And it was basically announced on the poster.
Can you see the migratory formation of birds up in the sky? It looks like Aziraphale is the last one to get off the ground and fly.
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arthistoryanimalia · 6 days
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For #WorldMigratoryBirdDay:
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Norbertine Bresslern-Roth (Austrian, 1891-1978)
Crane migration, before March 1937
oil on jute, 120 × 100 cm
🆔 Red-Crowned Crane (Grus japonensis)
“In the spring & summer, the migratory populations of the red-crowned crane breed in Siberia (far E Russia), NE China, & occasionally in NE Mongolia (i.e., Mongol Daguur Strictly Protected Area). The breeding range centers in Lake Khanka, on the border of China & Russia. Later, in the fall, they migrate in flocks to the Korean Peninsula & E central China to spend the winter. Vagrants have also been recorded in Taiwan. In addition to the migratory populations, a resident population is found in eastern Hokkaidō, Japan.”
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murderousink23 · 7 months
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10/08/2023 is World Octopus Day 🐙🌎, Croatian Parliament Day 🇭🇷, Grandparents Day 👵👴🇩🇪, Indian Air Force Day 🛩🇮🇳, American Touch Tag Day 🇺🇲, National Fluffernutter Day 🇺🇲, National Pierogi Day 🇺🇲, Clergy Appreciation Day 🇺🇲, World Migratory Bird Day 🐦🇺🇳
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migratorybirdday · 7 days
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Introducing the Northern Harrier.
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Closeup of a gray-brown raptor with yellow eyes flying directly toward the viewer. Text: Northern Harrier, Circus hudsonius, © Zane Pickus / Macaulay Library, Cornell Lab.
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gallusrostromegalus · 10 months
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What kind of wildlife is around in the Spirit World/Realm? The show had riding boars and river fish that I can remember, and if they grow things then the right kinds of little bees and gnats must be Around, but Just Those don't make for a full healthy environment, right?
We don't see a lot of animals in canon because animals are rarely a problem that shinigami have to deal with but some notes:
Thylacalines are not extinct in the spirit world! Actually, it's kind of a problem- Thylacalines will ONLY reincarnate as Thylacalines, and since there are none on earth, the entire peak population of them lives in the southern Rukongai. This is a problem unique to Thylacalines, as most extinct animals will reincarnate as other extant animals or humans or whatever, but nope. Not these assholes. Furthermore, killing a thylacaline in spirit world just makes it respawn elsewhere in the spirit world, as it was and with it's memory intact and those motherfuckers hold GRUDGES. They're also not native to any of the places the human souls in Soul society come from so nobody has a damn clue what they're doing here. Well, they know what they're doing- Mostly eating anything that will fit in their mouths and occasionally mauling people who don't respect their personal space- but why they're doing that HERE is unclear.
The Migratory Bird Act of Year 1066 was established shortly after the Seki-Seki stone wall and spirit barrier surrounding the Seireitei was established, and within the week, catastrophic numbers of birds died flying into the invisible barrier. The act was actually spearheaded by Yamamoto, who was immensely distraught by the unintentional carnage, and had to actually threaten the Central 46 with bodily harm to get them to legally change the Kido spell on the barrier to only block Sapient Souls and let the birds come and go as they please. It was a landmark legal case that established the soul society's remarkably robust environmental protections, and the Central 46's policy of isolation from the Shinigami, which would prove disastrously fatal to the organization almost 1,000 years later.
Many creatures we have on earth exist in Spirit world, but at massive Scale and varying degrees of intelligence. The Nago Boar was a wild boar of average porcine intelligence, but spectacular scale- 15 feet tall at the shoulder and many tons in weight. It was an infamous monster that made the Nago region borderline uninhabitable from it's rampages. It was one of the rare animals that became the problem for the Shinigami, who tried in vain to kill the beast for the better part of two centuries but unlike a Hollow who acts on instinct and has a very breakable mask, the boar was quite cunning and ended up with three zanpaktou lodged in it's cranium to no ill effect before the Gotei-13 decided to just pay the remaining farmers to leave in 1219. It was slain by a hired swordsman protecting a geological survey in 1308, and the battle was immortalized in the Epic Multi-scene Screen Painting "The Slaying of The Nago Boar" by Minami Zasso, who was working as a surveyor and illustrator when he witnessed the event firsthand. The swordsman in the painting is unnamed, but there is a persistent rumor that the distinctive facial scar of the unnamed swordsman matches that of Eleventh Division Captain Zaraki Kenpachi, but that would mean the man is at least 700, more likely over 1000 years old! Surely not!
The Eleventh Division has another peculiar association with an animal of ridiculous scale. In 1272, the annual "Ranking Day" tournament (in which the members of the 11th division and anyone bold enough to take part would battle for ranked positions in the division- including the right to be captain) took place outside the Seireitei in a relatively isolated area of the rukongai because 1271's Ranking Day had turned into an outright riot that destroyed part of the city. The commotion and blooshed attracted the attention of a supernaturally large Monitor Lizard, who joined the fray without hesitation, and devoured the 4th Kenpachi. Having met the requirements of "Defeat the standing captian in combat in front of 200 witnesses", and because nobody was brave enough to remove the captain's haori from where the lizard had become entangled in it, Tokagero Kenpachi was named the 5th captain of the 11th division. Tokagero Kenpachi remained captain of the 11th division for an astounding 234 years, the longest reign of any Kenpachi, and via highly suggestive hissing and occasionally eating people she disagreed with, lead several important reforms within the division like "Pants Required" and "No showing up to work drunk" and "instituting the first 5-day work week and successful labor strike in Soul Society" though that last one was mostly the work of her long-suffering lieutenant, but her apparent taste for strikebreakers certainly helped the cause. Tokagero Kenpachi was lost in the infamous Tonsure Riots of 1606 when she vanished down an open manhole cover and into the sewers. No body was ever recovered, and her wherabouts remain unknown to this day.
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I'm pretty sure I've made a post about this exact specific thing before, but I'm going to type this out anyway, because I can't get over how Tove Jansson's work depicts masculinity, and the idea of gender in general.
While she was - and still 100% is - absolutely a wlw icon (being the first woman to bring a same-sex date to Finland's annual independence day ball in the Presidental Palace), and her work doesn't focus on men or masculinity, she had no resentment towards the male sex as a whole. In her works, the male characters are mainly amusing creatures, up to their silly masculine antics that men are bound to do just the same as squirrels are bound to build their certain type of nests and migratory birds are bound to fly to the south for winter.
There are characters - whole species, in fact - that more or less represent people trying to perform their respective gender roles, like the Fillyjonk who manages to be a strictly normative Housewife without any mention of her having a husband, and the masculine counterpart of generally male hemulens. While there are both fillyjonks and hemulens that are happy being Traditionally Feminine and Traditionally Masculine, there's one short story of a fillyjonk who doesn't enjoy micro-managing an immaculate household, and another one of a hemulen who doesn't enjoy any traditionally masculine hobbies but tries to arbitrarily pick one anyway, because of societal expectations to have one.
But the thing is, the characters who don't fit into standard strict gender presentations are perfectly comfortable with themselves and neither they nor anyone else really gives a shit. Jansson was born in 1914, and it's remarkable how neutral the characters' depictions are to a modern eye. Being personally finnish and introduced to her works in a language that doesn't have gendered pronouns, I literally did not know what gender a few of the characters were before encountering their english or swedish descriptions with pronouns. And I never wondered whether they're supposed to be male or female. Hell, even the character representing the love of her life is depicted like this, and it never crossed my mind to wonder whether Too-Ticky is male or female. She's just Too-Ticky, who dispels wisdom.
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But coming back to masculinity, the way Jansson depicts male characters and The Masculine Urge To Do Shit isn't depicted as either superior nor inferior to her female characters' ways of doing their own thing. Sure, men cause problems on purpose from time to time, but the narrative doesn't depict this as inherently bad any more than it is inherently good. The protagonist Moomintroll is a boy and does his best to perform some ideal of being manly, but it's depicted as a part of him trying to grow up. His father's misadventures in trying to be either a wildhearted Manly Adventurer or a Stable Provider For His Family - and the conflict between these two ideals - aren't depicted as bad things to want, or something he shouldn't want, but just an inherent part of being a man.
The protagonist's girlfriend Snorkmaiden is depicted as vain and frivolous as much as she is kind and loving, but her girlish silliness and genuinely kind heart aren't depicted as being contradictory to each other, it's just who she is as a person. The protagonist's mother, Moominmamma, is the platonic ideal of a loving and patient mother and wife, and The moomins' TvTropes page actually goes as far as describing her as fitting the definition of the platonic ideal of the perfect traditional japanese woman, being gentle, loving and hospitable, but strong and unhesitant to protect her family. She doesn't humour her husband's whims out of some schooled and practiced dedication to the role of feminine submissiveness, she puts up with his stupid shit because she loves him.
Tove Jansson was a splendid woman and her work and art are rightfully one of Finland's proudest gifts to the world, and whether she was gay or bisexual, it clearly shines through her work how as much as she loved women, she didn't dislike men. The Masculine Urge To Do Shit is aknowledged with a jovial shrug: "Yeah, they do that sometimes."
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anistarrose · 10 months
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Angus McDonald barrels down a jam-packed Neverwinter boulevard, weaving between passerby and bouncing up on the tips of his toes to ensure he won’t lose sight of his quarry. World’s greatest detective he may be, but he’s also just a little boy — while his suspect is a full-grown man, moving at a brisk pace in his own right and even deploying an occasional brusque nod to part the crowd.
Luckily, though, his cloak sheds black feathers that drift lazily through the air behind him, so there’s just no way that Angus is losing sight of that trail.
Angus is almost out of breath when finally, with one surreptitious glance around, the man peels off from the crowd. He steps into a not-quite-perpendicular alley, slowing his pace as the shadows surround him, and Angus suppresses a victorious snicker.
Just the opportunity he’s been waiting for. He weaves between an elderly orc couple, ducking underneath their arms with a brief apology, and follows in his suspect’s footsteps, darting around the corner.
The alley in question’s wide, but still poorly lit, and ill-taken care of — a boarded-up window on one side, a pile of discarded and slowly wilting potted plants on the other. The man in the cloak, however, is clearly from another part of town, if even from Neverwinter at all. He has several silver rings on each hand, long dreadlocks braided with beads of sapphire, and odd, wine-red irises that fixate on Angus the second he comes within ten feet.
Angus may be a fancy little boy, but this is a very, very fancy man, and there’s simply no telling how he’ll react to Angus doing his detective’s duty. Yet, at the end of the day, there’s also only one way to find out.
“Hello, sir!” Angus says, smiling brightly as he holds up several shed raven feathers. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but it appears that that cloak of yours is incredibly illegal under the Fantasy Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918!”
“Is it —” The man’s brow furrows with confusion, immediately removing any bonus to intimidation checks that he might’ve previously enjoyed. “Is it really 1918 already?”
Oh, boy, Angus thinks.
(keep reading on ao3!)
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