little pigeon

The typical day for a fox, when you live next to so much pigeons, how to not bounce all day long ? 

Another video I had lots of fun making ! This song is really catchy, I love the little “bip bip” sounds ! 

Foxes and other animals needs to sleep …. not pigeons ! They will bounce forever !

They are determinated ! 

The music belongs to Lipps Inc, Funky town ! 


Merci tout le monde ! For all of your messages, it means a lot ! Will never stop animating for you ^^. If you make music tell me, it can be awesome to animate on music made by you and not only famous one ! And finally thank you all for your kindness and love, I always try my best to write the most perfect english for you and I can see that I’m a bit better now, I think I still put some mistakes but it’s alright now =)  Thank you all ! 

everything could use more glitter

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Hi! I had the absolute pleasure of receiving critiques from Efrain Farias and Hans Tseng when I saw them at Fanime a couple weeks ago! Showing them this old piece, I asked for tips on composition/lighting since larger illustrations are not at all my forte and they very graciously gave me invaluable advice to grow on. I’ve retouched the illustration since speaking with them and did my best to adjust the colors and make the focus closer to the center using some subtle shapes (also, but not as important: added some little pigeons). The new image is above and the old, from Sept 2016, is below.

I still have a long way to go, but I believe I can make something out of myself! Thank you!!

okay so today I yelled, just because I got frustrated and well I cried a little I dont like crying I was really emotional as a kid and I always started crying for the silliest things and when I cry now I just get so tired of everything and well I just.. ugh I dunno what I´m trying to say here , anyhow here are some gifs just to cheer myself up (and maybe somebody else who reads this..maybe)

Originally posted by marktwa1n

okay so is Thomas Sangster a cutie or what? :D no just me? okay

Originally posted by letsnpcworld

I don´t know who made this but you sir or madame are awesome 

Originally posted by darkhunterofsouls

you know I started watching durarara (is that the name?) last year I think but I did´nt get to finish it. I need to get back into that

Originally posted by superfinetrio

I´ve watched all the episodes of adventure time from the beginning up until now. is there gonna be more I´m waiting 

Originally posted by becausebirds

me: YOU CAN FLY WHY ARE YOU WALKING?!!!

pigeon: YoU CaN fLy WhY ArE yOU WaLkiNG 

Originally posted by amirn

woo wooo wooo

Originally posted by imodo

Me the one showing life the finger its a finger LOOK AT IT

Originally posted by oliverviennese

I wonder when I the time comes after my cousins wedding I will just be able too sitt in like some formal clothes and eat and just relax like these 3 ladys 

Originally posted by ahmbrosia

WHY DAMIT!! 

Originally posted by gifsme

when you think about the stupid shit you did as a kid

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I watched all of community also I didn’t that one of the producers is now the current producer of Rick and Morty like how awesome is that?

Originally posted by greatestgifsqueen

I just watched rick and morty for the 4th time

Originally posted by greyannis

this is so beautiful also I wanna know if white Diamond is like the boss or something of the diamonds, I´m avoiding spoilers for the new episodes

Originally posted by elentori-art

this just adorable

Originally posted by neothesilver

I am watching the amazing world of gumball, penny is so awesome

Originally posted by aestheticpixelz

yep

Originally posted by cartoonnetwork

I….DAMIT 

Originally posted by yaoifangrl115

EXACTLY but I love the show there is gonna be a 5th season right?

Originally posted by star-bfly

agreed

Originally posted by miraculousgifsbug

bye see you later

Mrs. Pigeon

For @ladyserendipitous​ who saw this post and imagined a Mrs. Pigeon based on these lovely pigeon shoes.


  • So, it’s been a few months, and Hawkmoth has akumatized so many people by now, everyone’s taking their anger management and emotional health much more seriously these days. It’s getting tough to find anyone, so he’s ready for repeats at this point.
  • Cue a lovely lady with pigeon shoes who’s been shooed out of the same place as our dear friend, Mr. Pigeon.

  • It’s not quite a repeat, but Hawkmoth will take it.

  • Now we have Mrs. Pigeon. She basically has the same powers as Mr. Pigeon, and she’s ready to go grab a miraculous or two.

  • Ladybug and Chat Noir show up, ready to deal with the akuma, only to be stopped by the man who once was Mr. Pigeon. He insists he can help them, because he’s been there. Plus, he’s a pigeon expert now. He’s sort of leaned into the whole pigeon villain thing

  • They try to talk him out of it, because he’s a civilian, and frankly they don’t want him caught in the crossfire, but in the end, they agree as long as he doesn’t put himself in danger.

  • So, the trio make their way to where Mrs. Pigeon is waiting for them.

  • Shockingly enough, former Mr. Pigeon does actually prove useful. He manages to disrupt the sway she has over the pigeons and allows them to get close enough to finish the fight and break her heels to free the akuma.

  • While Ladybug is busy cleaning up Paris, former Mr. Pigeon is helping former Mrs. Pigeon up and complimenting her shoes.

  • They make a date to meet up and feed pigeons together while Ladybug and Chat Noir fist bump.

  • After a few months of regular meetups in various parks, they go a step further and go to dinner instead.

  • Fast forward a year or so, and Ladybug and Chat Noir are guests of honor at their wedding. Everything is pigeon-themed. Everything. Chat Noir is miserable the whole time. Ladybug seriously considers using lucky charm to see if she can conjure up something that could help.

  • Ironically enough, they do invite Hawkmoth to the wedding, since he got them together in a way, but they don’t expect him to show. His seat is occupied by a cardboard cutout of a question mark.

  • Their caterer is akumatized, but Ladybug and Chat Noir deal with it in no time. They assume it’s because Hawkmoth is annoyed by the whole question mark thing. It doesn’t really do much to disrupt the festivities, and the Pigeons find it funny, actually.

  • Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon are very happy and very in love.
Archie Andrews Imagine

‘Extraordinary Measures’

Cheerleader/Football Archie Imagine #1

Summary:  Y/n is a cheerleader on the River Vixens and has a date with her quarterback boyfriend, Archie. The only problem is Cheryl won’t end practice.

Word Count: 1603

request:  Hi~ can you please do a cute archie x cheerleader reader? 🖤

a/n: I know actually nothing about cheer (even though I have so much respect for the sport) so I did a tiny bit of research for this. Sorry if I got any cheer lingo wrong or messed something up. Let me know and I’d be happy to adjust it! // Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted a Friday night football game kind of story so I kind of just did what I thought would be cool, but now I definitely want to write more cheerleader/football!archie stuff so be on the lookout. (Requests are open!)

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“Don’t mess, don’t mess,

don’t mess with the best ‘cause the best don’t mess!

Don’t fool, don’t fool,

don’t fool with the cool ‘cause the cool don’t fool!

From the east to the west

the Bulldogs are the best!

B-E-A-T beat ‘em! B-U-S-T bust ‘em!

Beat ‘em, bust ‘em, that’s our custom! Come on Bulldogs readjust ‘em!

Gooo Bulldogs!”

You along with the rest of the River Vixens were breathing heavily after running another cheer, it could practically be called panting. You were the flyer, with three equally exhausted bases under you including Betty and Veronica, finished in a liberty position with your hands in a high v. You’d been practicing for close to four hours – with no water break. Cheryl was always aggressive but this was a new high even for her.

“That was great ladies,” Cheryl yelled standing up from her spot on the bleachers. You looked down to Veronica and Betty and smiled in relief; it’d been a long day of getting yelled at by Cheryl and this seemed like progress. “Except that it wasn’t. It was actually terrible,” she walked down the bleachers toward the squad, putting an extra emphasis on ‘actually’. “My grandmother could cheer that better than you sacks-of-potatoes-with-skirts-and-ponytails that call yourselves ‘cheerleaders’. And she’s been dead since Obama’s first term.” Your face fell. You should have known. This was Cheryl Blossom we’re talking about.

The bases helped you down and you all gave each other long, knowing stares with heavy eyes. “I swear to god, I’m gonna go New York on her,” Veronica threatened. All the Vixens were thoroughly done with Cheryl for the day. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t seem that she was done with you.

She pulled out her megaphone for added drama. It’s not like she needed it. Even if her voice wasn’t extremely loud and high pitched enough to make dogs bark from a mile away, she was only standing like fifteen feet in front of you. “Why don’t we run ‘Be Aggressive’. Is that simple enough for you guys? Can your tiny little pigeon-brains handle that? And if it’s as bad as the rest of practice has been, it better be because all of you are puking your brains out or morbidly injured!”

Everyone was parched and needed a break. You decided it was worth a try. “Cheryl?” All eyes turned to you with shock and desperation. She cocked her head, egging you on and crossed her arms, waiting for you to continue.

Normally you would just deal with Cheryl and imagine something really embarrassing happening to her to make yourself feel better, but today she had put you in an especially bad mood. You we’re supposed to be going out with your boyfriend, Archie, soon but it didn’t look like she had any intention of ending practice in the near future. He was the school’s quarterback so he would be finishing up football practice any minute and you guys were supposed to be finished with rehearsal half an hour ago.

“Uh, I was wondering if maybe we could get some water?” You asked with an especially pathetic expression and your best puppy dog eyes without being obvious. She gave you a blank expression and stared at you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Like 15 Mississippi seconds.

“You know what?” she probed, still using the unnecessary megaphone, “Yes, you girls can get water. But only because if I have to listen to you imbeciles butcher another simple cheer, I’m going to Van Gogh both my ears off, and I mean that. Be back in two minutes.”

A couple of girls ran up to you graciously but most just ran to their water to make the most of the time that was given. Two minutes in Cheryl-time was pretty different from two minutes in real-time. Just then, the football team parted ways signaling the end of practice. Some guys went to their cars but a lot stayed behind to watch the cheerleaders practice. It was kind of creepy but football normally got out after cheer so it wasn’t usually a problem.

Archie, jogged over to you with his gear still on and his helmet in his hand. He smiled at you with crinkly eyes and ran his fingers through his disheveled copper hair. “How’s my favorite River Vixen?”

You forwent an actual greeting and instead just yelled “WATER,” at him, grabbing the green bottle in his bag with the Gatorade logo on it and gulped it. It came out a little more desperate and forceful than intended but you figured he got the general ‘welcome’ message. When you finally came up for air he looked at you in awe and gave a chuckle, “Well hello to you too.”

“Sorry, it’s just Cheryl’s been crazy all practice. This is literally the first water break we’ve gotten.”

“Cheryl? Crazy? How new and different for her.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dipped out of the way.

“I promise you don’t want to kiss me Arch, I’m really sweaty.” You handed him the bottle back.

“Yeah, but I’m really sweaty too so it cancels out,” he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You smiled up at him, “Ah yes, simple algebra. How could I forget?”

The nice moment you were sharing was interrupted by the sound of nails on a chalkboard, also known as Cheryl Blossom’s voice through a megaphone, “ONE MINUTE”.

Your head whipped around back to your boyfriend. You HAD to get out of this practice, and you had an idea of how. “Archie.”

“Yeah?”

“I need you to stomp on my foot right now.”

He shook his head in confusion, “What? Why? You’re kidding, right?”

“Archie please. I don’t have time for questions. Cheryl is gonna kill me, at least if I don’t get to her first. Now just please stomp on my foot. With the cleat, she’ll check for damage.”

“You’re not kidding. Y/n! no! I’m not just going to crush your foot. Are you crazy?”

“Come on!” you pleaded with him. You looked over at Cheryl. You could tell even from this far away that she was getting increasingly impatient which meant that you were running out of time. “You don’t even have to stomp that hard! Just like, leave a mark or something, I’ll act out the rest!”

“Y/n, I’m not going to stomp on your foot.”

“Archie,” you widened your eyes at him and talked slowly and deliberately. “I swear to the lord above if you do not stomp on my foot, with cleat, right now, then I will not talk to you for a solid week. I swear.”

He opened his mouth to say something, contemplating what to do. He really didn’t want to hurt your foot but he knew that, strangely, you would be really mad at him if he didn’t.

Cheryl’s voice rang from the megaphone, “LET’S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP VIXENS!”

Archie went against his better judgment, lifting his foot about two feet off the ground and slammed it down onto your soft sneaker.

“SHIT!” You buckled over and grabbed your foot in pain, balancing yourself by holding onto Archie with your other hand.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I really didn’t want to –”

“It’s fine, Arch. That was perfect. But I will need you to carry me over to Cheryl. She’ll want to see this.”

He put the rest of his equipment in his bag and lifted you up bridal style and headed towards the cheer squad. “Cheryl’s going to kill me right?” “Probably.”

She had her back turned to you as she was yelling at a freshman about how her hair looked unprofessional. “Cheryl?” You called out to her. She whipped around and her jaw dropped.

“What did you do to my flyer Andrews?!”

He cautiously answered her, “I’m really sorry, I just accidentally stepped on her foot with my cleat…”

“Which foot?!” Her eyes were wide with rage. You lifted your leg to indicate. She walked swiftly over to you and roughly pulled off your sneaker, making you wince a bit in pain. Sure enough, Archie’s cleats had left their mark. Your foot was red and it was obvious you couldn’t do anymore flying today. She threw the shoe into your hand that wasn’t wrapped around Archie’s neck. “Next time keep your big clown feet to yourself Boo Boo the fool.” She turned and walked towards her place in the bleachers. “Get out of my sight Y/n and put some ice on the foot. It better be healed by next practice,” she warned over her shoulder.

You looked at Archie, “I think… we’re free to go.” You looked back at the squad and saw Betty and Veronica getting into formation to run something. Betty reached her arm out dramatically towards the two of you and you could see Veronica mouth the words ‘Take us with you’. You reached back mirroring Betty’s motion as Archie turned away and walked towards his car.

“At least now we can make our dinner reservation. I got us a table at this great place called Pop’s. You probably haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty underground.” Archie quipped.

“Oh yeah? Sounds cute. I really will need some ice when we get there though. You know you actually stepped on me pretty bad,” you said to him, knowing how it would make him react.

“Are you kidding me? You forced me to do it! You threatened me!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding relax. I will need some ice though.”

“What are you? Some kind of masochist?”

“Mr. Grey will see you now.”

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“the Big Wonderful Wolf” - “Le Grand Merveilleux Loup” !

If a wolf is following you, it’s maybe just to find an awesome friendship :> !

This little baby pigeon (little red bag) seems to have a lot of things into her red bag and had what many little animals needs to have with them : The dictionary !!!

This wolf was not bad, just really shy and acting strange because of that :’D

“The Big Bad Wolf” in french is “Le Grand Méchant Loup” =D

Friendship is amitié, so “a wonderful friendship” is “ une merveilleuse amitié” ^^


“Merveilleux” changes if you use it for masculine or feminine

A wonderful boy will be “un garçon merveilleux

A wonderful girl will be “une fille merveilleuse” =D

Spectrum

When you are autistic you have fixations, and when you have fixations, people become irritated.

Because they will not care about why pigeons were just so important in World War I, and they will not care about why it is important to never, ever release little white doves at little white weddings, because there is a good chance that they will be eaten by little white cats.

And they will not ever care about the little homing pigeon named Cher Ami, or how she flew twenty-five miles in sixty-five minutes with a bullet in her chest, and they will not care about how she delivered her message with a leg hanging from a tendon and blind in one eye, and they will not understand that little white doves are not little white homing pigeons that know how to find their way home after release.

And they will not care that Cher Ami means “dear friend” in French, and they will not care that it is masculine, and they will not care that her name should have been Chère Amie, with e’s at the ends and an accent grave because she was a hen.

And you can certainly forget about them caring about your very own little white homing pigeon named Chère Amie, with e’s at the ends and an accent grave because she is also a hen.

And they will not care if you are in love with these animals, because it is strange to always be talking about the life of a little white bird that sits in a little white cage.

And it is excruciating, because it almost seems like they do not care that your little white bird that sits in a little white cage keeps you waking up every single day.

Because when little white birds do not get out of their little white cages for several hours every single day, those little white feathers turn a really shitty brown, and the fox said that you are responsible forever, because you tamed her, and forever does not end when you die, so if you have to remain fixated forever to remain tame, to keep that tie, then it is worth it to be the only one who cares.

Update on dark fluff peep! He’s turning out very light overall, but it seems to be all gray tones, no white. And his feathers seem much much fluffier than other peeps I’ve seen at his age? Do they look fluffier to you? He also has some pins on his leg, but not a lot.

Dove-mom: I doubt he’ll stay light. Most of this looks like underfluff, which tends to be silver on a dark bird. Definitely a fluffy little guy! But not super unusually so. Thank you for the update! The squeak looks great!
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365 days of rory gilmore: day 60
└ 1.21 // 5.02

anonymous asked:

How did you come across/get ankhou? Hes such a wonderful bird and it really goes to show how feral pigeons are domestic birds!

Some of my long time followers know that, on top of raising show birds and fostering rescues, I am the Columbidae specialist at the service of Highland Animal Hospital’s wildlife rehab team.

I have been rehabbing orphaned mourning doves and feral pigeons for them for the last three or four years.

Out of ten total mourning doves, I have successfully returned eight to the wild. ^v^

I don’t release feral pigeons, though. That’s like dumping a stray puppy back into the street after bottle feeding it to the point of weaning.

Feral pigeon peeps are hand reared, socialized, medicated, and paired up with new homes.

Some kind soul found naked, emaciated, 4-week-old Ankhou in a parking lot, running circles around a street light, crying at the top of his lungs to frightened, agitated parents who were not capable of getting him off the ground to safety.

For reference, this is 3-week-old 1079.

And here is 5-week-old Shadow.

This is 4-week-old Ankhou, the day he came in with a 2-week-old mourning dove child.

Here he is later the same day, with a full crop bigger than he is. Probably the first time in his life he’d ever been full.

You can clearly see his keel bone behind it with almost NO muscle development.

He was SO emaciated that his body had to prioritize growing muscle over growing feathers because there was just *not* enough fuel to grow them both.

Here he is a week later, the same age as Shadow in the photo above, but just *that* stunted by malnutrition.

It took him 6 MONTHS to get his big boy feathers!

I spend a few hours cuddling him every day because young pigeons suffer touch starvation and genuinely *need* to be cuddled.

One night, nestled in the crook of my arm, dead to the world asleep, he started shaking and crying.

Pigeon children make four noises: the hungry cry, the lonely/cold cry (I specify because the same cry will be used by a warm peep in an incubator who wants to be touched), the honk of frustration, and the call for help.

Ankhou was trembling in my arms and calling for help in his sleep.

And he didn’t stop until I hugged him and set my chin on top of him. 

That little pigeon child had already been through hell. 

He is TERRIFIED of the sounds of thunder and rain! He will come into the bed room like a toddler and want to sleep with me when it’s storming.

And this week, with all the storms going through, he has done his VERY damnedest to be brave and reassure me that it was ok, rather than beg for reassurance.

He’s growing up.

I don’t know what he saw, or how many people left him in that parking lot before some one took pity on him.

I don’t know how many little pigeons just like him have just died hungry. 

It is a miracle that he lived long enough to come to me.

And as important as stability is to the mental health of pigeons, and as closely as he bonded to me, there was just no way in hell we could give him up.

And then Ankhou taught HIMSELF to be my alert bird!

If I don’t have family or friends with me, I can’t function in public without Ankhou to warn me before I stress into nonverbal shut down, prevent it from getting that bad, or snapping me out of it if it still happens.

Now that I’m on insulin and have to take meds and eat at a specific time, he’s decided to be my alarm clock too.

He is amazing.

And despite DECADES of raising and loving all kinds of pets, I *NEVER* could have imagined loving a nonhuman SO much.