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anonymous asked:

Can birds do drugs?

If you mean “can birds knowingly go out and acquire illegal psychologically modifying chemicals for recreational use” I would say definitely not. However, birds can and have been observed getting totally sauced on various delicious fermented fruits.

Waxwings and robins will gorge on thawed berries until some of them are so inebriated that Environment Yukon has taken to keeping the worst off in tiny bird drunk tanks until they’re sober enough to leave. Inebriated zebra finches sing like they’re at terrible karaoke nightDrunk parrots periodically fill animal hospitals in AustraliaA flock of intoxicated starlings stopped traffic in Austria after running into numerous cars. THE LIST GOES ON.

As mentioned in the video, hilarious to hear about but in reality it is causing a major problem; these “drunk” birds have a hard time avoiding head-on collisions with buildings and other man-made paraphernalia. Moral of the story: don’t drink and fly, kids. Unless you’re a bat. Because it turns out you don’t need to pass a breathalyzer test to fly with sonar.


Can’t believe it so happy! I was given this old box of bird skulls and eggs by a parents friend who inherited it! Birds I’ve identified: 2 razorbill, guillemot, great black backed gull, teal, gannet, jackdaw, carrion crow, kestrel/sparrowhawk, blackbird, mute swan, shag, pheasant and house sparrow. 
There are loads of beautiful British bird eggs which are over 80 years old with some being even older. Please note I live in the UK where there is no migratory bird act and the age of the eggs makes them fine to own.

Boats and Birds [ Music Box Version ]
Gregory and the Hawk
Boats and Birds [ Music Box Version ]

Boats and Birds [ Music Box Version ] - Gregory and the Hawk

Another great music box by joshuasaundersmusic!

This time, one of my favorite songs, Boats and Birds. I play this music while I’m working on little mini stories. It’s very relaxing and definitely one of my favorite music boxes Joshua has made.


On an overcast late-spring afternoon, a group of bird lovers from the Earth Conservation Corps are in a boat on Washington, D.C.’s Anacostia River, and point out an osprey circling overhead. “This is like their summer vacation spot and where they have their young,” says Bob Nixon, in the boat. “Then they spend most of their lives in the Amazon.”

It wasn’t so long ago that the ospreys – and other large birds of prey known as raptors – avoided this place. The Anacostia, often called Washington’s forgotten river, was too polluted to support wildlife. Nearly nine miles long, the river flows from Maryland into the Potomac, but became infamous in the second half of the 20th century as one of the most neglected, trash-choked waterways in the United States – a blighted river amid blighted neighborhoods.

But in recent years, the Anacostia has seen a rebirth. Thanks to the efforts of the Earth Conservation Corps — which Nixon, a filmmaker and conservationist, started 25 years ago — there are now four osprey nests on the river’s Frederick Douglass Memorial Bridge. “We’ve turned this into a raptor hotel,” says Nixon.

In 1994, two years into the Earth Conservation Corps’ work, Washington was in the midst of a crack epidemic, with a murder rate topping 400 a year. At that low point in the city’s recent history, Nixon had the idea to bring the bald eagle back to the nation’s capital. It had disappeared decades earlier.

Between 1994 and 1998, members of the corps raised and released 16 bald eagles. Anthony Satterthwaite and Burrell Duncan fed the very first eaglets – hatched in Wisconsin and delivered to Washington to start the reintroduction program – by hiding in the woods and sending fish via a clothesline pulley system into the boxes where the baby birds were kept high up in a poplar tree. They couldn’t let the young birds see them, for fear that they’d imprint on humans.

When the birds were old enough, the boxes were opened.

“To see these birds fly away from this box they were in for three months – just joy, man,” says Satterthwaite. “Just joy.”

They named the eagles in memory of their fallen friends — Monique Johnson and the other corps members they’d lost over the years.

“We wasn’t supposed to live to see the age of 21,” says Satterthwaite. “We was just as endangered as this majestic bird. So it became very powerful and we connected the two, and that’s why we started our raptor education program with Rodney Stotts.”

This year, there are three eagle’s nests in Washington. A naming contest was held for one of the eaglets, which hatched March 15 in southwest Washington. The winning name: Spirit. Its parents are Liberty and Justice.

“We no longer have to name them after dead colleagues,” says Nixon.

In Washington, D.C., A Program In Which Birds And People Lift Each Other Up

Photos: Claire Harbage/NPR

Fun fact: before knowing Kageyama’s name I called him potato head.

Bird-Themed Questions!

Send birds to my ask box~

•Albatross: Do you feel the weight of life’s burdens often?

•Kite: Do you prefer to be graceful or vivacious?

•Mockingbird: Do you pretend to be something you’re not?

•Cardinal: Are you protective?

•Chickadee: Are you outgoing or more introverted?

•Dove: Are you spiritual?

•Snowy Owl: Are you a morning or night person?

•Raven: Do you consider yourself intelligent?

•Emu: Are you athletic?

•Vulture: Do you feel you’re misunderstood?

•Hummingbird: Are you always eating?

•Quetzal: How would you describe yourself in 3 words?

•Bower Bird: Are you creative?

•Pelican: Ocean or mountains?

•Dovekie: Name someone you feel very close to.

•Barn Owl: Are you in love?

•Ivory-Billed Woodpecker: Do you feel alone often?

•Peacock: What is your favorite color and why?

•Starling: City or country?

•Wood Thrush: Can you sing/play an instrument?

•Red Knot: Do you like to travel?

•Catbird: Are you good at speaking your mind?

•Falcon: Do you like thrills?

•Osprey: Are you persistent?

•Swan: Ideal date?

•Crow: Are you close to your family?

•Penguin: Hot or cold?

•Puffin: Are you a goof-off?

•Macaw: Name a fictional character you relate to/feel close to.

•Mynah: Go to music, press shuffle and say the first three songs that come up.

•Japanese Long-Tailed Tit: Favorite Pokemon/fictional animal?

•Blue-Footed Booby: What’s your sense of humor like?

•Swallow: Selfie?


Bird update!

Just to give you guys a feeling about how incredibly quickly these little fluffs grow. These pictures have all been taken 2 days apart, exact dates in pic descriptions. It’s amazing.

Good news: it seems that all 8 have survived, even though they can hardly fit their fluffy butts into the nest. :)

Their mom is also a fierce little warrior, who tries to defend the nestbox from me almost every time I go to check by jumping around me on the branches in arm’s reach and tweeting extremely indignantly. Sometimes dad joins too, though he doesn’t come as close. Today she almost landed on me and did a pretty good impression of a hummingbird hovering about 10 cm from my hand and fluently cussing at me in great tit…

The chicks are also ridiculously loud. Every time mom or dad flies in with food they start screeching so loud I can hear them from behind closed doors in the house, even though they’re at least 12 meters away up in a tree.

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stilesbitch55  asked:

Can you write a solangelo family vacation??? I'd love to see Nico getting a horrible sun burn and Carter playing in the sand and Nico and Will walking on the beach together!

I love beach episodes

It really didn’t seem to matter how much sun screen Nico used. He still ended up with a large red burn on his back, stretching all the way across his shoulders and down to his hips. Will had preached about putting sun screen on every hour, and Nico had actually listened to him for once. The sun really didn’t seem to care though. Nico has to wonder if it isn’t Apollo’s form of revenge for not being invited to Carter’s baby shower.

Will tried to be gentle as he put aloe on Nico’s back, but even just looking at the burn sent a wave of pain through Nico’s sore muscles. “Of the three of us, babe, you were the only one to get sun burn.” Will chuckles quietly, and it’s not fair that Will gets to laugh at Nico’s pain. Nico had never been fond of beaches. They were hot and overcrowded and sand got absolutely everywhere, but Carter and Will loved the beach, and Nico had never been able to say no to the two of them combined. So when they were out west to visit Will’s mom, they stopped at a beach for the day.

“I’m glad Carter didn’t. I was worried about his face, but he seems just fine.” Nico was perched under a large umbrella, hiding from Apollo and his bright sun chariot. Will smiled as he set his chin on Nico’s shoulder, but a hiss of pain had him quickly moving off of his husband. They both watched their son playing in the sand a few feet away, proudly trying to convince a seagull that had landed a few feet away to try out his sandcastle. Poor boy didn’t know that the bird was only after the animal crackers that Carter was munching on. “Don’t get too close, baby,” Nico called out to his son, who frowned when the bird flew away.

Carter waddled over to his parents with the bag of crackers in his chubby hand, exchanging the bag out for a juice box. “Papa, the bird didn’t like my house.” Nico looked over at the sandcastle that was slowly falling down, smiling. His son was no child of Athena, and he really didn’t have a knack building things, but he loved people and he loved animals. Nico pulled his son into his lap, wrapping his arms around him as Will dug through the cooler for something.

“I’m sure he loved your house, baby, and he went to go tell all his friends about it.” Will produced a box of popsicles and handed one to Carter and Nico. Carter’s face lit up and he tried to stick the whole thing in his mouth at once. Both Will and Nico laughed and Will gently told him not to shove it all in his mouth. He wandered off when he finished it, leaving Will and Nico alone under the umbrella.

“I know beaches aren’t your favorite,” Will spoke softly, just loud enough for Nico to hear over the screeching of a nearby seagull. “But thank you for letting us come here today. Carter’s going to sleep like the dead tonight when we get back to Mom’s.” Nico smiled, he already knew that their son was going to fall asleep before they even made it back to the car.

“You know I can’t say no when the two of you gang up on me. Besides, fresh air is good for Carter. He doesn’t get to run around and play in sand much back in New York.” Sometimes, Nico really hated that they lived in a big city. There wasn’t a lot of space for Carter to play like a normal kid. Will kissed under his ear softly, and Nico smiled. They would have continued on until Carter started yelling.

“Papa! Daddy! Look what I found!” Both Will and Nico jumped to their feet when they saw the large crab their son was holding.

Carter named the Crab Edward and tried to take it home with him