curious birds

Scribble-Doodle: Quagmire

A what-if parabatai ficlet set in 109 and branching away from the show canon. I was just full of parabatai feels, sue me!

“I don’t wanna be alive if we’re on different sides, Alec!”

That’s what Jace says and his voice’s desperate, pleading. He hopes to reach his parabatai who seems furious beyond reason. What’s happened to them? They’ve always bickered but this… this feel wrong!

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The kea is beautiful, intelligent, hilarirous..and in serious trouble.  In the last decade kea numbers have plummeted, and there are many reasons why.  Like many New Zealand species, the kea has been greatly affected by invasive mammalian predators such as rats, stoats, and possums.  A study has shown that only about two thirds of kea chicks survive to fledging due to nest raids by these predators.  Unfortunately, government efforts to eradicate these creatures are also affecting the kea, as the curious birds will often consume poisoned bait and be caught in traps.  

The kea’s curiosity and intelligence may also work against it.  Many kea have died from lead poisoning, as they will chew on the roofs and gutters of old buildings, which often contain lead.  In addition, chewing on buildings and cars leads kea into increasing conflict with humans.

Humans are deeply divided in their opinion about the kea, and both of them can be harmful.  Many people love the kea, and travel to the national parks just to see them.  These same people, however, charmed by the kea’s fearlessness, will feed them unsuitable and harmful foods such as chips, ice cream, and chocolate.  This also encourages the kea to seek out people, which can lead them to approach those on the other side of the spectrum.  For other humans consider the kea a terrible nuisance due to its attacks on sheep and destructive nature.  Despite protection by the government, many locals still actively hunt and shoot kea.

There may be as few as 1000 kea left in the wild.

With being part of Vulture Culture comes the special Vulture-Culture-Crying™, similar to Crying but more specific



A Thunderbird is an oversized large bird that has been reported for centuries. Native Americans knew of this creature and speak of it in legends. But as with most legends, there is truth behind it. A wingspan is typically estimated from 8-12 feet from witnesses, of which the first reports came in the late 1800’s. In 1890 it is said that two cowboys shot and killed a large bird that had no feathers, smooth skin and an “alligator head.” This report mostly resembled a Pterodactyl, could the species have survived past its mass extinction event?

On April 10, 1948 three people in Illinois claimed to have seen what they thought was a passenger plane until they noticed its wings were flapping. A few weeks later in Illinois two people saw a giant bird which projected a shadow the size of a plane’s shadow onto the ground. In 1977 in Illinois three boys were playing when a large bird came out of the sky and chased them. It picked one of the boys up and dropped him later after carrying him quite a distance. In 2002, a large bird which “looked like something out of Jurassic Park” was spotted in Anchorage, Alaska. Recently, reports of a giant bird have been seen in Texas.

What is the Thunderbird? Is it real or just a big hoax. Sightings of the creatures are rare, and only happen occasionally. Is it an oversized bird? Or a small family of Pterosaurs that has managed to survive until modern times? The answer lies in the skies, but we may never know.


“show me your eyes.” you stated.

“why so curious little bird?” Wesker didnt even turn his head to look at you, disinterested in your interest.

“i’ve never seen them before and you saved me six months ago. i’ve been in this underground bunker with you and i dont know anything about you.”

Wesker turned to look at you, or at least in your direction since with sunglasses you never know if he’s ever really looking at you. “would you really like to see them?” he asked.

you nodded. he took them off, eyes glowing. he grinned at your reaction, “didnt expect this did you little bird?”

I was casting a spur-of-the-moment spell when all of the sudden...

a red tailed hawk landed on my kitchen widow seal. I hadn’t bothered to cast a protective circle before hand, and I guess someone got curious. The bird surprised me, I’ll admit. I wasn’t expecting a bird of prey to pop in and be like “Hi! Whatcha casting’?” I squeaked out a small hello and she flew off. I finished my spell and wondered if it would work since I was so distracted. I did. Now I wonder if the hawk helped out…I just don’t know. Probably never will. 

The “I definitely should NOT have birds” starter kit…

So as I’ve looked back on this vague post, alot of people are confused as to why I chose these options for inproper use in parrots. A brief explanation should hopefully clear up some questions you may have.

1. Cage; This shouldn’t be used for housing multiple budgies. This is even too small for a single budgie as a cage used for housing all day long, as it’s easily over crowded and does not offer adequate space for toys and wing expansion. A horizontal flight cage is a much better use of free space and allows room enough for your budgie to stretch its wings. This size ratio can be used as reference to larger birds.

2. Seed; As a primary diet for parrots, this does not offer the nutritional value parrots need out of their day to day diet. A mix of vegetables and fruits is a good accompaniment but switching your birds to pellets/crumbles off of seed is even better. Pellets have been formulated to meet all the daily nutritional needs and can be bought for specific breeds and size of parrots.

3. Millet; This is okay as an occasional treat but if fed daily can be too high in fat content. Your parrot could miss out on proper nutrients as it is an easy stomach filler; therefore consumption of nutritional foods would decrease. Growing and providing your own fresh millet is a healthier alternative.

4. Dowel perches; If they are used as the only source of perching, this can be bad for under the birds feet. Repetitive pressure points can cause ulcers, no muscle excersice and the smooth surface offers no nail trimming value. Opt for natural perches with variations of rough/smooth bark and different widths. Your parrot will also love chew the top layer of bark off the wood.

5. Value pack toys; If used for an inappropriate sized bird with a strong beak can cause lots of issues. These issues can cause injury/lesions as the plastic snaps or breaks under pressure or body weight. The plastic bells can get caught on beaks as they have the little slit, perfect for some curious birds to stick their beaks in and get stuck. The ball trio with the plastic gaps can get toes or feet caught, especially in the moving ball wheel. The plastic can become fraile and snap easy of used for too long. All this situations can be very traumatic and stressful if something does happen with your bird. Plus plastic just isn’t a nice option for chewing.

6. Rope perches  (this includes any fibrous material like happy huts and rope preeners); Birds tend to nibble on these fibres which can be swallowed (even micro fibres)which build up over time causing impaction in the crop, ventriculis (stomach) or intestines. This can result in serious medical emergency. If you provide other other sources of natural chewing materials like dried grass, bark, paper before any chewing on cotton fibres they’re likely to keep your bird occupied away from chewing cotton fibres. Natural ropes such as sisal or hemp are another alternative however in a strong minded chewing bird (like avie) they can cause splinters in the mouth (which I have had to remove with tweezers. This situation does depend on the individual bird. There is definitely not enough education around monitoring birds and cotton fibres

These are here as reccomendations only and i am not in anyway saying you can not use it with your bird its just from past experiences  (making mistakes myself) is the reason i used the images i have.

The first time I met you,
With eternal curiosity I looked on,
A curious bird, were you.
I knew who you were,
I stood too close,
I pretended that it wasn’t on purpose.
I was a nervous, jittery loser,
I was nothing.
I was nothing with a fixation on becoming something.
You had a confident, charming power,
You were something.

The last time I met you,
I was not awestruck
I was not filled with curious glee,
You loved me,
Until the moment I stood too close.
Perhaps even from the moment I stood too close.
Both times I swore to myself,
I pretended it wasn’t on purpose.

You made me into this,
I am the something I want to be, yet there is no bliss.
You are no longer
Our roles have been reversed
Yet I feel none of those things.
The click of a gun,
As quick as the drop of a hat.
Yet there is no bliss
The last time I met you.

WELL WELL WELL HERE THEY ARE ITS gotham ship oriented free verse poetry because Kev is sad