I have not posted much here on Tumblr lately, but here is a quick update that I am ecstatic about!
Firstly, I am raising a baby male Augur Buzzard for our show. He is SO relaxed and growing so fast! This is my first time raising one.
Secondly, I happened upon a baby Great Horned Owl. A lady and her husband found the bird and decided they wanted to try to raise and release him (which is not only illegal, but a TERRIBLE idea for the bird’s sake). They had him for a week and fed him nothing but raw beef, which a baby owl should not be eating. I have decided to take him on as my new falconry bird. Hunting with owls is not done with much success, but I know for a fact it can be done. We will see how it goes! :)
*NOTE* At this age, they have zero interest in each other and have no problem being near each other. That will change very soon though!
I went to Jack in the Green today for Beltane! It’s wonderful and fun, lots of people were wearing antlers/horns/bones/feathers/furs (I of course thoroughly enjoyed wearing skulls, leaves and painting myself green)
The bearowl from The Croods. This is a seriously cool looking critter. The real life animals are blended together so well you start to wonder if the designers worked on Avatar: The Last Airbender. Mod A’s favourite part? It’s cute feather ear-horns.
the Goddess Tjenenyet (at left, lioness-headed and wearing the Solar disk) and the Goddess Hathor (wearing the Solar disk with cow’s horns and the two feathers), both holding the ‘Ankh’ and the papyrus-scepter.
“Temple of Millions of Years” of King Ramses III at west 'Uaset’-Thebes, detail from a column.
Not a much of a story but fuck these guys:
Two bicyclists decided to stop next to each other at a stop sign and
consult a map while chit-chatting it away. I’m now behind them (in my
car) and need to make a right at the stop. The near right corner of the
intersection was entirely overgrown and neither I nor traffic from that
direction could see through it.
Initially I give them a few minutes, figuring anyone stopped in the road
must understand they can’t just stay there. Nope, still sitting there.
Next I feather the horn to which they signal that I should illegally
cross into the other lane. Well I feel like this isn’t a great idea for
my well-being. Next I roll down my window and ask if they can move
aside. Nope, I get flicked off instead.
Alright, I’m done here. You want to be a dick? I’ll be one too. I
roll my car right up next to their fun little chat, roll my window back
up, and lay on my horn. “What? Oh sorry, is it hard to have a
conversation on this busy street?” I get hand waves, fingers, shouting.
This goes on for a little bit until they concede and having to walk
the whopping 5 feet off the road.
Before anyone asks, yes, that skeleton at the top belongs to an owl. It’s not a chicken, it’s not a hawk, it’s an owl. Owls are all puff and no bone. That’s why they’re the silent killers of birds. They blend in, swoop without sound… they’re frickin’ ninjas.