aggressive birds

well, we’re screwed then

the signs as andy mientus tweets

inspired by X

ARIES: What is it about human nature that makes us go fucking ballistic for a kick line?
TAURUS: Love the beach pic in yourself, not yourself in the beach pic.
GEMINI: Why are the birds like aggressively chirping right now? Are we about to have a quake or something?
CANCER: @MattFDoyle way into that. I’m a sweater gay, not a shirtless gay.
LEO: Maybe I should take a day off some time.
VIRGO: Everybody’s got a dork side. Can you love me? Can you love mine?
LIBRA: If I could have any super power, I’d want Spider-Man webs so I could pull my cat to me from any distance. 
SCORPIO: If we all just leak our nudes at once, then we have nothing to fear or gossip about. 
SAGITTARIUS: Maybe today is the day.
CAPRICORN: @ChrisMzCarrell my hair is held in place by the power of my #evil.
AQUARIUS: I woke up in the middle of the night suddenly afraid of aliens. Let’s rehearse a musical.
PISCES: @seangrandillo no 


The Silent Flying of an Owl. 

The video shows how effortlessly an owl fly’s compared to other bird species. 

A pigeon that has a relatively large body and small wings needs to flap furiously to produce enough lift. A falcon has large wings that move more aggressively so the bird can gain much faster speeds. 

Both birds create large turbulence in the air and noise as a result. Comparatively, the owl is the perfect night time hunter, silently flying through the sky.

I’ve embraced the fact that I’m gonna die alone and I just want my own house with a backyard so I can raise a pet pig and some ducks and have a pet bird


               Hinata gripped his bag looking at the stunned Kageyama. He had the same scowl like expression on his face, but his eyes had softened slightly and was looking down at Hinata as his face slowly showed shock. “W-well?” Hinata asked looking up at him, his brightly colored eyes were wide and then his eyebrows slowly furrowed together in worry. He ruined it didn’t he? He just ruined everything. He felt his lips tremble and he had never felt so weak in his life. His legs were shaking and he bit his lip attempting them to stop trembling. He didn’t answer.

               Kageyama was more than stunned staring down at Hinata. Had he heard him right…? Did Hinata just…confess…? He blinked once, twice, then his lips formed and ‘oh’. He had nothing else to say, everything was swimming up in his head and he felt so out of place. He felt like he was out of his own body and he stared at the small ball of sunshine underneath him. “Oh…” he whispered.

               “Oh? That’s it?” Hinata asked, and his shoulders slumped and his gripped his bag tightly. He turned quickly his heels slightly digging into the dirt as he took off. Maybe he had made a huge mistake. He ran as fast as he could with his body full of adrenaline going toward his bike, hopping on and peddling as fast as he could out of that school yard. His practice clothes stuck to his body and he felt the sweat from practice turn cold on his heated face. The tears prickling at his eyes and he felt his nose burn with the strong urge of crying. He gripped the handles to his bike, taking a shaky sob out in the evening spring air. His heart felt like it was stopping; slowly trying to claw its way out of his chest.

When he reached home he had slipped in as quietly as he could, his mother greeting him but he had no response. He dragged himself up to the bathroom and cried his eyes out silently under the running hot stinging water.

Kageyama had watched Hinata run off, and he wanted to chase after him. But he couldn’t move. It felt as if his legs were glued to the floor and he simply couldn’t move, his heart was swelling and only after Hinata was long gone could he move. He was breathing quickly and pressed his palms to his eyes. A small smile pulling on the edge of his lips. He knew by not answering he gave Hinata the wrong impression and he had no intention of doing that, but he would have to correct that tomorrow. He was just far too happy at the moment.  His body swayed a moments and he knew his face had switched to a different and darker hue. He leaned back against the large gym and one hand covered his mouth attempting to cover the slow and wide smile that formed on his face.

“Well well well…” came a low chuckling voice and Kageyama glanced up to see Tsukishima walk around the corner, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “The king has found a queen.”

Kageyama felt his face turn into a small scowl looking at him, “The hell do you want?” he growled as he stood up straight and faced the blond straight on. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to have heard the entire thing,” he smirk fell a bit and he dropped his hands to his side. “As much as I don’t like you, I have to warn you. Yamaguchi got bullied the other day because he and I are together. I would be careful – “

Kageyama held up his hand a small confused look on his face, “You and Yamaguchi are together?”

Tsukishima stared at him for a few moments longer, “You’re kidding me right? You didn’t know that?”

“No. Why would I pay attention to what you do?”

That stuck a nerve with Tsukishima but he was willing to let it slide just this one and only time. “Look all I’m saying is that you need to be careful. There are some really twisted people around here.” He gripped his headphones once more and set them over his ears waving at the rather stunned Kageyama and walked off.

Kageyama wasn’t quite sure how to react, but he felt a bit annoyed. Not at Tsukishima, but at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt Hinata. Did it really matter if he liked another guy? No it didn’t. At least that’s what he thought. “Fucking homophobes…” he muttered and picked up his bag and began to make his way home. Although he wasn’t able to stay in a sour mood for long. The thought of having Hinata confess to him was almost too much for him to stay in such a foul mood for so long.


Hinata laid in bed, having his phone shut off and his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He saw the room slowly brighten up and he knew he would have to get up soon. If he didn’t he would miss practice.

He didn’t want to miss practice.

But he also didn’t want to see Kageyama.


His stomach began to twist and his eyes began to sting again. They were red and puffy from a nights worth of crying. He had hardly gotten a wink of sleep and he rolled over to his side, stuffing his face into the pillow. His body curled up slightly and he sniffled. He hated feeling this way. But he hated himself more for suddenly confessing to Kageyama. He knew he had ruined everything.

But how was he supposed to know it would take this much of a toll on him?

He blinked his eyes quickly trying to get the tears to disappear. He hated the way they felt against his eyes. He sat up in bed rubbing his eyes harshly. He wasn’t going to let this bring him down. If anything he loved volleyball more than anything else. He didn’t need Kageyama.

At least he would like to think.


Kageyama was making his way to school like usual, making sure to wait for Hinata like usual. His hands in his pockets, he felt nervous. All of last night he had thought of nothing but on how to word his feeling back to Hinata. He didn’t want him to think he didn’t like him back or anything. He wanted him to know he did like him.

He really did.

But as time dragged on and it was getting later and later Hinata still didn’t show up. He frowned and made his way to school without him. So much for telling him in private.

He had made it to practice just in time, but even as practice commenced there was still no sign of Hinata. Kageyama frowned a bit when he felt someone bump into him from behind. He glanced back to see Tsukishima. “Did your queen not feel well today?” he asked a bit with a mocking tone.

Kageyama scowled at him and was about to respond when he heard Daichi call his name. “Kageyama have you seen Hinata?” He shook his head and Daichi frowned. That was odd to him. It was completely unlike Hinata to miss practice even if he had a cold. He only knew because Suga had to force Hinata home once since he kept insisting he was well. (Even if he did look pale as a vampire and had vomited twice on the gym floor.) Just as he was getting to deeply worry the gym door slid open and in stumbled in Hinata.

His orange hair more of a mess than usual and huge bags underneath his eyes. He bowed, “Sorry for being late!” he said quickly then took off toward the locker room to change.  Kageyama watched, not once did Hinata glance at him. He would have to get him alone at some point.

Practice continued on as usual, but even then Hinata didn’t pay much attention to him. He was always looking after him, wanting to him at least glance at him. But he wasn’t even getting that. He was getting frustrated a bit too quickly and before he knew it practice came to an end.

And just as Hinata was the last to show up, he was the first to leave. This just pissed off Kageyama more.

Hinata rushed out of the gym, changing in another bathroom and walking to his first class. His stomach was hurting and he didn’t know how much longer he could take seeing Kageyama. Just seeing him from the corner of his eyes made his heart hurt. If he didn’t know any better he thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest any moment.

He walked to class trying to mind his own business as he did, not saying a word and mostly staring down at the floor. Although that didn’t seem to help because he was short as it was. He bumped into someone and looked up at a rather tall guy with short hair, seemed to be cut into a Mohawk but most his hair was curly. Two others standing beside him as the boy pulled out an earphone from his ear. “So we heard your little rant yesterday.” He smiled a bit.

Hinata was a bit confused as he took his earphone back. “What are you talking about?”

“Your little ‘confession’.” He snickered. “I think Kageyama was so disgusted he couldn’t even respond.”

Hinata eyes widened slightly as he realized what they were talking about. His face began to heat up and the other two boys went on either side of him. “Just leave me alone…” he mumbled and try getting past them. He really wasn’t in the mood to be taunted about his utter rejection and with them pointing it out made it even worse.

“Why don’t we have a little fun?” the curly haired boy asked his smirk only growing wider. “Follow us outside…”

Hinata felt his arms being gripped as he was basically dragged outside, he tried to get away from them. But it wasn’t much use.


Kageyama was sitting in class, playing with his pencil. He really hated the fact that he didn’t get a chance to tell Hinata how he felt. He thought maybe cornering him at lunch, or would that be too weird? After practice? Or would that be too awkward? He sighed in frustration and hit his head against the desk. Hinata wouldn’t even look at him. How was he going to expect Hinata to actually talk and listen to him?

But that didn’t mean he was just going to give up either.

That’s when he heard sudden chattering among the class, he raised his head a bit to listen.

”I heard they cornered him and beat him up!”

“No way! Why did they do that?”

“They said he was a fag! And they heard him confess to someone!”


“They didn’t say!”

Kageyama had felt his body tense up a bit and he got up. Walking over to the group of gossiping girls. “Do you know who got into a fight?” he asked.

The girls looked up, a bit frightened by the look he gave them. “H-Hinata!” they squeaked.

Kageyama said nothing more pushing past them and walking out of class.


It didn’t take long for him to find Hinata. He was by the back of the gym, a place where hardly anyone ever was. He only knew he would be there because that was Hinata’s favorite place to practice when he was by himself.

But when he saw Hinata standing there bruised up and dried up blood from his nose and lips. He felt his blood boil some. He walked over and Hinata looked over at him. “What do you want?” he growled.

“Are you okay?” he asked taking note of the venomous tone in his voice.

“I’m I okay? I don’t know why don’t you ask my fucking beat up face?” Hinata spatted back.

Kageyama frowned, “Why the hell are you angry with me?”

“Well why the hell are you even here? Why do you care?”

“What do you mean why do I care?”

“Well yesterday you seemed to be pretty fine not answering my confession. Now all of a sudden you want to be the good guy?” He glared at him slightly and pushed past him but Kageyama had gripped his wrist. “Let go of me you bastard.”

“I didn’t answer you because I didn’t know how to!” he said and pulled the orange haired boy closer to him. His hand sliding up from his wrist, his other hand taking a hold of it as his now free hand took Hinata’s chin. “I do like you. Okay? Get this through that thick skull of yours. I like you. A lot. And right now I’m very pist off and you’re only making it worse.” Kageyama was only just a few inches away from Hinata’s face, he was reachable. He saw Hinata’s face flush in his hand and he almost wanted to smile in amusement.

Did Hinata hear right? Maybe he was beat up to hard and this was just some weird day dream he was having. But his face was heating up and he swallowed a bit loudly. Looking at Kageyama like that did not help either and the way he spoke to him didn’t seem to help either. “You’re serious?” he asked almost in a whisper.

“Why would I lie to you? I told you we would get to the top together didn’t I? It’s only right that you’re beside me in every way.”

Hinata could die happy at that moment.

But he didn’t want to die.

And just as he thought life couldn’t get any weirder and better at the same time, his lips were suddenly taken up by his setters. His eyes widened and looked straight at Kageyama’s as they kissed, his guard was instantly disposed of and he relaxed. He didn’t know how life could seriously get any better than this.

Later that day Kageyama decided to pay the bully’s a little visit. Of course he wasn’t the only one as Tsukishima showed up as well. “Were these the guys who picked on Yamaguchi?” Kageyama asked as they walked toward the three boys who weren’t aware of them at the moment.

Tsukishima glanced over at him and nodded quietly as they walked side by side. As much as they detested one another and wished nothing more to go their separate ways.

They were willing to kick some ass together on behalf of their boyfriends.

The curly haired guy was facing the other two away from them and Tsukishima tapped his shoulder. He turned around looking at the two and his smile had disappeared.

Neither boy said anything, simply raising their fists and socking him.


Hinata was silent looking up at Kageyama his face a bright red and he smiled a bit. The smile that Kageyama had fallen for completely. He held his hand and their finger tangled together. “You didn’t have to beat them up.” He said that although the smile on his face said otherwise.

“I said we would be together all the way didn’t I? I can’t have anyone beating up on you.” Kageyama shrugged and leaned over pecking his lips gently.

Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos)

Northern Mockingbirds are well-known for their vocal repertoire. They continue to add new songs as they age, and some have been known to sing over 200 different variants. If you listen closely, you can pick out individual species’ calls in a Mockingbird’s; I’ve heard Killdeer, Summer Tanager, Carolina Wren, Blue-gray Gnatcatcher, and more. Their endless songs can sometimes extend into the night, incessantly warning others off their territory on threat of violence.

I observed a brawl between two Northern Mockingbirds last Saturday near the dining hall. One male sang constantly, flitting from bush to bush, as it was pursued by a second bird that was out for blood. The attacking bird pursued the singing bird for over 20 minutes and the two locked claws, fought on the ground, and pinned each other repeatedly. Eventually the aggressive bird gave up and flew away. Did it lose its territory to a more energetic punk? Or was it a newcomer to the area who was trying to stake a claim on the other one’s established plot? I wasn’t sure who I was rooting for.

Did you know...

Did you know that different moa breeds have different personalities? I did! I blame it on the drugs I mean rp.

  • Black Moas
    • The rare black moa is seen as a harbinger of death and plague by some cultures. That belief is misguided, as biologically, their only major difference from other moas is a particular fondness for acorns.
  • Blue Moas
    • Blue moas are protective and paternal to their flock. Their bright red crests make them easy to rally around, and many a flock has survived due to the presence of a blue moa.
  • Crimson/Red Moas
    • Red moas are a fierce and aggressive breed of the bird. Their screech fills their allies with fury, energizing them as they fight. Despite their rough-and-tumble nature, though, red moas are very neat, and compulsively groom themselves and other moas.
  • Pink Moas
    • Pink moas are adorable, but have a tendency to be annoying. They frequently poke other moas for attention. They have a particularly aggravating screech, which disorients their enemies.
  • White Moas
    • White moas are particularly ornery birds that assault their foes with chilling screeches, pecks, harmonic cries, and a frenzied attack style.

Sadly, there is no information that I know of for green or golden moas. I presume that’s because neither of those breeds are available as tamable pets for rangers. The take away? Moas are pretty much jerks.

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Sam’s family has to explain to him that this doesn’t happen for most people and tiny Sam is SO CONFUSED.

His mama points out that Cinderella needed all the little creatures helping her because she didn’t have a family that loves her and Sam’s like “I know, that’s why I don’t have mice, I don’t need them, I have the birds and you.”

His daddy points out the fact that Cinderella also got carriages made of pumpkins and surely you know that’s not like real life and Sam’s like “Well, I don’t have a fairy godmother yet, of course it’s different. Besides I don’t need a princess dress, no one destroyed my clothing to start.”

His big sister points out that birds never help HER make her bed and he’s like “I thought that was because the birds like me better.”

At exactly that moment a pigeon brings him a ribbon and drapes it around his neck and sometimes it’s just really hard to argue with Sam okay.

common-gore  asked:

magpie !

My dear I am going to assume that this ask is a request to make you a playlist titled “Magpie” and not just an explanation expecting me to react to magpies. That being said, I love magpies. And all corvids really. Like many of their relatives magpies are associated with the supernatural, cunning, thievery and so on. In some cultures magpies are foretell death, much like owls, straddling this world and the next. I can’t speak for the supernatural properties of magpies but they do deserve their reputation re. cleverness. They can be a bit aggressive by eating other bird’s eggs. Like many corvids, and magpies are a variety of crow, they are intelligent, clever collectors who are known to be attracted to shiny things. Undoubtably one of the smartest animals we share the world with, magpies may even GRIEVE. We can unpack the emotional lives of animals later but these are one of the most challenging and complex beings out there and we have clearly known this for a very long time given the folklore that surrounds them. One last note: the magpies where you are eurasian magpies whereas over on this side of the world you’ll encounter black-billed magpies. And let me tell you they are gorgeous and as far as I can tell identical. I have a very positive association with them. I saw droves of them with my biologist father in Colorado. They delighted me as a child because they call out (and they do this where you are) “PICA PICA!” Which I want to say is the eurasian magpie’s scientific name. 

With this in mind I created a magpie playlist that I hope will delight you. There are lots of BIRDS, lots of BLACK BIRDS. Sonically it is relatively varied and I couldn’t resist sneaking some Bruce in, the darkest of Bruces ( about a criminal and fun fact if you like Suicide Bruce’s yips and shouts in this song are a direct homage to Alan Vega who died this year) . I think, though, that many of these songs reflect the mysticism of magpies the world over. And I think it plays well all the way through. 


“Far from the Tree”  Birdie Busch
“Black-Dove (January)” Tori Amos
“Black Swan” Sunset Rubdown
“Painted Bird” Siouxsie and the Banshees
“A Perfect Day Elise” PJ Harvey
“Apparitions” The Raveonettes
“Sparrow” St. Vincent
“Dear Darkness” PJ Harvey
“The Fox and the Rabbit” XIU XIU
“All the Girls Hate Her” Tori Amos
“State Trooper” Bruce Springsteen
“Magpie to the Morning” Neko Case (because duh)
“Black Better & the Moon” The Horrible Crows
(an aside 1. didn’t connect the song with “crows” being in the name! 2. Theres a line in this song that I love: “ My heart, my heart, you’re the moon and her shining light./ Darkness and voider form, like you were keeping me alive.” I dunno but I wanted to point it out)
“Black is Back in Style” Moonface   (favorite song lately)

Anyway, my dear, here’s a magpie I caught just for you. I hope you like it and I hope even more that you discover new songs to love. PICA PICA!