When Kevin and I were in New Orleans a month or so ago, we were out birding and encountered this killdeer in a parking lot. It immediately set about convincing Kevin that its wing was broken. Really broken. SO BROKEN YOU GUYS.
Killdeer are, of course, justly famous for this trick. They do it to lure predators away from the nest. Kevin ambled after the bird with a camera and I watched them do a slow motion chase scene across the parking lot.
Eventually, having taken about a million photos, Kevin stopped. But the killdeer did not. There were four of us, but Kevin, rescuer of kittens, was clearly the menace. It was practically charging him waving its “broken” wing.
Kevin: No, I’m done, it’s okay.
Killdeer: MY WING IS SUPER BROKEN
Kevin: I have no interest in your nest.
Killdeer: THIS WING, RIGHT HERE? I BROKE IT IN THE WAR. TWO WARS. SEVEN WARS. SO MANY WARS.
Kevin: I’m starting to feel weird about this, bird.
Killdeer: AAUGH LOOK NOW MY OTHER WING IS BROKEN TOO
Killdeer: I WILL RUN A LITTLE WAY AND FALL OVER WAVING MY BROKEN WINGS THE PAIN THE PAIN
Kevin: I’m not going to chase you.
Killdeer: YOU HAVE TO CHASE ME MY WINGS ARE BROKEN ALSO I BELIEVE MY LEGS ARE GOING
Kevin: This is just sad.
Killdeer: I BELIEVE I AM ALSO ON FIRE
Kevin: You’re still going.
Killdeer: THERE IS NO PAIN LIKE THIS PAIN PLEASE STEP A LITTLE FARTHER THIS WAY I AM SURELY ABOUT TO BE CAUGHT AT ANY MOMENT
Kevin: Fine, if it’ll make you happy.
(Kevin ambles after Killdeer)
Killdeer: JUST A LITTLE FARTHER…A LITTLE BIT FARTHER AND SURELY I WILL STOP RUNNING AWAY DID I MENTION THAT MY WINGS ARE SUPER-BROKEN?!
(Kevin, camera in hand, stumbles onto a group of King Rail chicks in the ditch)
Rail Chicks: AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHHHMONSTER
Kildeer: AHAHA DEVOUR THEM, MY ENEMY, WHILE I FLEE BACK TO MY CHILDREN ON MY MAGICALLY HEALED WINGS
dragon: would you rather grow wings and soar through the sky or grow gills and dwell in the water?
assuming that i could fly any height ….. wings………… i would … just fly new places especially at night and …. maybe encounter birds but not people and …… hide behind and sleep in the clouds………….
griffon: what’s your favorite animal?
gnome: what’s your favorite plant or flower?
i don’t really know many of the names …. a lot of plants are nice … i had to look these up i like carnations , tulips, and forget me nots i think it is called….. oh also venus flytraps are cool i think…….
There’s a crisp sun beating down on Melemele Island this afternoon. Only a few hours until it fell off into the horizon and its undeterred rays shed at least a momentary shade on the tropical getaway. Well, it’s actually a home for most people that are about but Wylan is one of the most touristy types you can imagine. As he emerges from the hotel where he’s been spending this phase of his Island Adventure he’s wearing perhaps too comical an attire. A festive alolan shirt complete with Lilligant blossom pattern (he just could not turn that down), loose baggy jean shorts. And- you better believe it- sandals with socks. Why does he try so hard to not fit in? Why does he seek so much attention.
The problem is that, while he’s getting the attention. It’s the complete opposite kind of experience he was after. While enjoying a frozen drink and taking a walk up along route 3 he’d encountered the bird Pokemon Rufflet, a bit of a throwback to the region he was born in, Unova. Maybe it was the inebriation, maybe it was the opportunity to train his Misdreavus, but catching the Pokemon at the time seemed harmless. Sure he already had a flying type on his roster that suited his needs but shit- what’s another?
Turns out that not only is Brat a mischievous pain in the rear, but she’s also incredibly jealous of other birds with her trainer. An as of yet unseen tsundere aspect seemed to manifest as it burst out of the ball she was carried in and began harassing both the small eagle as well as the trainer. Relentless. And a total inconvenience considering that Wylan had company flying in to join him (at least for some time) on his visit. How embarrassing that already having tamed this bird down once before, she’d be arriving to see him being unable to control the large raven Pokemon yet again. Terrible.
And yet here he was. And there she was getting off the ship that had brought in several other sightseers, sellers, and other individuals. He tries not to pay attention to the angry bird that remains perched on the nearby cafe roof. Her elusive behavior had kept her from returning to her Pokeball ever since the event up on the route. No. He’d see how far he could play it safe and cool, maybe it wouldn’t come up, maybe the pair could go off for a late lunch or early dinner while catching up instead.
He makes his way through the small crowd, waving a hand to the brunette while grinning fiercely.
“Hello there, Ivy!” He calls out, finally able to establish his presence (however embarrassing that presence may be) and make eye contact. “And. And! Chattie. Hope you both had a great trip over?” He queries with a tilt of the head after wiggling his fingers at the familiar Chatot that always accompanied the woman.
I made two new Night Terror OC’s based off birds that I recently encountered!
On the left we have Lauren who is a Western Blue Jay. She helps out characters in her training arena master moves, combos, etc. She loves to encourage her students and is very outgoing despite being slightly vain and aggressive around possible Eastern Blue Jay characters.
-How I chose her spirit animal: I spotted a flash of blue fly right outside my window and was stunned how beautiful and vibrant that blue jay was.
And on the right we have Wallace “Winchester” the
Pileated Woodpecker prankster. As mentioned he’s very mischievous and loves to mess around with other dreamcasters but when he’s not pranking other birbs, you’ll find him flying around taking notes as professional journalist- meaning he’ll take key notes on phobias and report them to higher ups (such as Jasper)
-How I chose his: I was walking over to my mom’s to get a lift to work when I hear a caterwaul of a “HAHAHAHAHA” fly over head , startling me. I was able to gaze at the form to recognize it was Woodpecker. I often see common yellow-shafted flickers but seeing his kind is specialty cuz that’s probably the third one I’ve seen in my life.
Night Terror (and mention of Jasper) belong to Rebornica