proposed ability: signature move where it lays an egg like a substitute, and if within the few moves it takes to hatch your chicken was KOd, the egg hatches as a new one. but depending on the item it held, it will come back as a different typing.
Status: Critically Endangered; there are 153 as of 2016
Names: Night parrot, owl parrot, tarapo, tarepo
(wild): 23 – 25 in, 58 – 64 cm
(wild): 2 – 9 lb, 0.95 – 4 kg
58 years, but have potential to live into their 90s. Their exact
lifespan is unknown. Researchers in the recovery program will know
when the kakapo hatched in the recovery effort die of old age, which
could be decades from now.
(Above: Historic range; Below: Current range)
Used to live from the far north of the North Island to the south of
the South Island. Now they are only found on offshore islands that
are protected areas without introduced predators. It is not believed
that there are any left on the main land of New Zealand, when the
recovery program began they were all captured from the Fiordland
National Park and brought to protected zones. They currently live on
Codfish Island (Whenua Hau), Little Barrier Island (Hauturu ao Toi),
and Anchor Island.
Formally from sea level to near tops of mountains. They are ground
dwellers who live in forest substrate and scrubland.
They are solitary, gathering only to breed
They do not breed every year, as they will only breed when there is
enough rimu fruit.
starts around December and lasts until April
They engage in
“lek” breeding, which is when the males compete for female
attention. They are the only parrot species and New Zealand bird
species to do this.
inflates like a balloon, and then emits a low boom which can be
heard from up to 5 km away. This lets any females in the area know
that he is ready to mate
After 20 -30
booms, the male emits a high-pitched ‘ching’, which pinpoints his
position, allowing females to find him
and chinging can last for 8 hours nonstop every night for 2-3 months
during breeding season
(Above: Booming Sketch)
female lays 1-4 eggs. They are similar in size to chicken eggs and
will hatch after 30 days. The female raises them by herself, and has
to leave the nest at night to search for food. After 10 weeks, the
fledglings leave the nest, but may still be fed by their mother for
up to 6 months.
The berries of the Rimu plant (see picture) are their favorite food.
They also eat parts of other native plants, including the fruits,
seeds, bark, bulbs, leaves, stems, mosses, ferns, fungi, and roots.
Species include pink pine, stinkwood, Hall’s totara, and mountain
flax. When food species that are important to their diet become
abundant, they feed exclusively on it.
are also fed pellets, freeze-dried and frozen fruit, walnuts, and
pine conelets by the recovery effort.
Dimorphic: Yes, the males are larger
(wild): The upper side of their body is green with random black,
brown, and yellow barring and mottling. Their underparts are a
yellow-green and have irregular yellow and brown barring. The face is
yellow-brown and the beak is grey and smaller in females. The primary
wing feathers are tipped with yellow in males and green and brown in
females. The tail is green and brown with yellow and black barring
They are nocturnal and solitary and roost on the ground or in trees
during the day. When disturbed, they freeze, trying to blend in with
Concerns: They are not equipped
to deal with human intrusion and introduced predators, which caused
their numbers to decline rapidly. By 1970, there were only 18 males
left in Fiordland. In 1977, a small population of both males and
females were found.
Recently there has been an increase in cases of “crusty butt”,
which is a viral infection that causes the cloaca to become inflamed,
and presents like severe dermatitis.
It is still unknown what is
causing the virus and if it is infectious. There has been one death
due to this infection, and treatment, a topical cream, seems to only
help some individuals.
As of now, it is only found on Codfish Island,
and has been since 2002.
It is being taken very seriously and is
being closely monitored, with research being done to learn more about
Captivity: Some young chicks are raised in captivity as part of a
Conservation attempt to save the species. Conservation and recovery
of this species has been going one since 1977, when a population of
both females and males were found on Stewart Island.
They are the largest parrot species in the world (by weight) and
possibly the oldest living bird!
Sirocco, a male
kakapo born March 23, 1997, was raised in captivity due to a illness
that required he be hand raised and quarantined from other kakapo. He
now thinks he’s human and is a conservation ambassador for the kakapo.
proved that kakapo can swim, after deciding to join one of the
rangers’ family who were swimming in the ocean. He jumped off the jetty and paddled around for a bit before going back to shore, completely nonchalant.
He is also the kakapo who made
his species famous after “shagging” Mark Cawardine on the BBC
series “Last Chance to See”.
Hummingbird Nest Activity by Steve Lefkovits Via Flickr: Mother hummingbird with her 8-day old chicks in the nest. Eyes have barely started to open sometimes. The chicks spend their time in the nest resting quietly, beaks peeking up over the rim of the nest to better position them for the next feeding.
April 2, 2017
Every few weeks, a new season 2 spoiler comes out for the Miraculous Ladybug fandom. I can understand a few tiny spoilers, but all of this “leaked” footage/scenes/graphics is ridiculous.
I refuse to believe that every single instance is because yet another person snuck into a panel and or production meeting to take pictures/steal video of a children’s tv show to post to the internet so they can get more likes on their blog, and no one notices this. I’m imagining the same dude in a trench coat and various interchangeable disguises in each meeting, using a camera shaped like a pen or something to steal production content and the staff never catching on because they’re all “oh, that’s just Bob, he’s weird but he makes great coffee”. Like, wtf?!
Also, WHY are there panels at conventions showing season 2 stuff if they didn’t want to spoil it? Something doesn’t add up, you guys.
That being said, the fandom is getting tired of this. If it’s ZAG doing this to keep interest in the show, please stop. If it’s randos trying to get more likes for their blog, please stop. The first two spoilers were fun. It’s time to stop. Save some of the mystery for season 2.
Also, it looks like I need to go back on a few of my crack prediction posts for future eps and tag them as spoilers -_-
Kind of an epiphany I had in the emotional wake of T.AZ 68, bear with me.
Art that resonates and MEANS something is not the work of a moment. Sometimes, yes, impromptu moments of creative genius add to the overall masterpiece (Justin McElroy in T.AZ 66, for instance), but nobody sits down and creates their opus in one go, with no editing or review necessary. Griffin McElroy didn’t go into the Balance arc with self-admitted little experience in fiction writing and pound it all out in one go. He took time, and effort, and hours and hours of planning, and given the interactive nature of the medium, it took the inclusion of the rest of the Family McElroy to really give the story the heart and zing it needed. But it didn’t happen at once. It didn’t become something that makes devoted listeners weep in public and almost get hit by cars in one or two sessions. It took time. It took real time.
This is not a profound epiphany, but as a writer who struggles with creative perfectionism and procrastination and has for over a decade, this is something I, a “smart kid” growing up who got good grades effortlessly and didn’t pursue anything I wasn’t good at the first time I tried it, am still learning. I was incredulous, when Griffin said this was his first foray into fiction. I was almost outraged. Keeping in mind this is my first encounter with McElroy work, I was floored by the fact that a person who hadn’t done it before was already much better than me at the fiction game. And it’s a familiar train of thought that only leads down: so many people are so much better at this than me. I have nothing good to offer narratively. Everything I write is trite garbage. I wasted my years and money and time on a degree I can’t use for something I thought I was good at, but I’m not.
And, like, pardon my French, but
Fuck that shit.
The creative process is a PROCESS, implying steps and time and effort and metamorphosis. Eggs don’t drop from the chicken-womb and hatch as fully-formed chickens, they have to grow, and develop, and that’s just before they hatch. After hatching is a whole ‘nuther mother and this metaphor is getting away from me, but the bottom line is: art takes time. Art takes effort. Art takes metamorphosis, progressing from one stage to another in the piece’s growth as well as your own. Coming from someone with the gorgeous anxiety/depression cocktail I have, with student debt and a job unrelated to my field and living at home at 25, this is an important message to all artists: it’s okay to take it easy on yourself. It’s okay to create garbage. It’s okay to not be satisfied, and to try again, but it is NOT okay to stop. It isn’t okay to hang your head and decide your voice doesn’t matter. It IS NOT OKAY to stifle your artistic growth because you don’t think you’re good enough or worth it, or that because you didn’t get it right the first time, you aren’t good at it. This is as much an open letter to myself as it is to you. I am absolutely my harshest critic, and I am not fair to myself, and I haven’t let myself make the mistakes I need to make in order to grow. I’ve been afraid. I’ve been frustrated. I’ve been ambivalent.
I want to make the kind of art that gives people goosebumps and makes them cry. I want to make art that resonates, that sticks with people in the darkest times. I want to make a living thing, something that breathes and grows. And in order to do that, I have to put in the work. I have to make the effort. I have to stop being so hard on myself, and let nature take its course until I am the most beautiful creatively-fulfilled tasty chicken I never thought I could be.
So thanks, Griffin McElroy and co. Thanks JK Rowling, and Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, and Bill Watterson, and Hiro Mashima, and Walt Disney Studios, and Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor, and Hayao Miyazaki, and Rebecca Sugar, and hordes of other creative-types who have inspired me and continue to inspire. Thanks so much for making stuff that makes me cry and want to be a better person as well as a better artist.
Wait, just how intelligent are chickens and turkeys? I apologize if I sound rude/hostile as I'm quite eager to learn!
no need to apologise at all! i’m happy to talk about this.
from the day they hatch, chickens are capable of distinguishing between a given object and visually similar (though not identical) objects, and they have a sophisticated sense of object permanence. in addition, they’re capable of not only recognising but associating with familiar faces, be they chick or human. though this is all behaviour that likely developed because they’re precocial birds (walking the moment they hatch) who imprint and rely on on their mother and flockmates, it’s still worth noting because it’s all impressive behaviour for an individual that just recently popped out of an egg.
as adults, chickens have an array of calls and sounds with distinct meanings. they’ve shown to be capable of intentional deception (false predator alerts or calls of food when there is no food), have an impressive memory, are very responsive to training (more so than dogs in my experience), and while it’s not as researched as it should be, chickens are measurably (and rather significantly) empathic animals.
intelligence and cognition in turkeys has been researched even less than that of chickens, but they’re capable of recognising one another based on their voices and feature an impressive array of communicative vocalisations and behaviour. being social birds, they form complex bonds with other turkeys as well as humans, given the opportunity. on the individual scale, they’re often described as “curious” and “inquisitive” by those who work with and take care of them.