millions of birds



  • intensely sectarian
  • incredible variety of worship
  • inscrutable history
  • individuality encouraged

No two sects tell the same story of the AIGRON, and for that matter no two members of a sect tell their story the same way. It is only through dedicated research and thousands of interviews that a general trend emerges, a timeline that is charitably described as “rough” but more accurately called “a disgrace to chronology”.

Here is what I have so far:

“Millions of years ago there was a great fire that destroyed almost all life on this planet.”
Gross Blue Herons (for brevity’s sake we’ll use their alpha code, GBHE) claim the AIGRON lit the fire to ‘purify’ the world Gluttonous Blue Herons (GBHE) say the god was looking for a way to cook a bunch of food at once Glorious Blue Herons (GBHE) say the bright lights in the heavens grew jealous of the AIGRON’s magnificence and sought to burn it away Gruff Blue Herons (…GBHE) only refer to it as ‘a very stressful time’.

“With so much space and so few surviving species the AIGRON felt”
that it was time to spread their ideology across the world (GBH- okay you know what alpha codes are bullshit, I’ll just assume you can match it all correctly) intense hunger at all of the delectable food cooked to perfection laying around everywhere grief there was nobody around to revel in their brilliance like the worst was over

“and so they”
Stalked across the countryside to pick off stragglers and prepare the world for their new and perfect children ate and ate until they burst into a million pieces began plucking out their own feathers from sadness continued on. 

The lesson:
“We are the AIGRON’s chosen and must continue their work” | “If doing what you love kills you then you will die happy” | “We are those feathers and we are Glorious” “It’s in the past, stop talking about it”

Beyond that things get intensely muddled and contradictory; I’ve only just started down the road of comparative ornitheochronolography so it is frankly beyond my skills to finish as yet. The main takeaway from this is you can’t get anybody from family Ardeidae to agree on anything.


“Christmas is a time for extreme violence and bad-will to millions of innocent and defenceless birds and animals who do not want to die, but who will be gleefully slaughtered by the human race - the most stupid and selfish and destructive species on the planet.”

Xmoz Photographs by Sam Esty Rayner.

F and I went out to the lake and sat and watched the sun rise in the East as it has since these planets came to be billions of years ago. We sat huddled under coats and blankets as the skies drizzled softly just as they have been billions of years. We sat near this unwavering forest that has been around for millions of years. The birds trilled and flew just like they have been for millions of years.

And we talked…about the universe, about our fears, about what makes us happy and what makes us laugh, about the stain on the hem of my coat I can’t get out, about the weird things that happened between classes in college, about the callouses on F’s hands from playing the banjo since he was 14, and about what the future holds for us.

We don’t know what that will bring. We haven’t and we never will. But we have solace in each other and we will face those futures together.

I hope everyone can watch the sun set today with someone they can find solace with. If not, then at least remember that F and I will be watching that same sunset alongside you and that the sun will set and the moon will rise, unwavering and unapologetically, just as they have been for billions of years.

The great light cage has broken up in the air,
freeing, I think, about a million birds
whose wild ascending shadows will not be back,
and all the wires come falling down.
No cage, no frightening birds; the rain
is brightening now. The face is pale
that tried the puzzle of their prison
and solved it with an unexpected kiss,
whose freckled unsuspected hands alit.
—  ‘Rain Towards Morning’, by Elizabeth Bishop (in Love Speaks its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems)

22/05/16 // “There’s a black boy dead for no reason and the man responsible for it’s dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.” 


“Here it is.”
“Oh my God, Gilbert.’
Baby Gilbirds…everywhere.

Germancest secret santa for genderfluid-aristocrat ! You said you don’t mind what it’ll be so I decided to do Ludwig reacting to one of Gilbert’s shenanigans. Sorry for the lazy birb blobs after drawing a few you just start drawing circles lmao. Hope it’s alright, happy new year!

Following the mass extinction that wiped out most dinosaurs 65 million years ago, a few bird lineages were left unscathed. The remarkable diversity of birds arose from these in the space of just 15 million years. In an evolutionary heartbeat, all of the bird groups familiar to us today flourished, producing a staggering variety of modern birds—perhaps as many as 18,000 species.

Hoatzins are the only living representatives of one of the most ancient lineages of birds, with origins about 64 million years ago. Young hoatzin have two claws on the bones that support their flight feathers—that is, on their hands. If a chick falls from the nest, which is a common cause of death among many baby birds, it can claw its way back to safety.

Learn more in the exhibition Dinosaurs Among Us, now open.

Image: Wikimedia Commons


#350Species: Autumn in the Sagebrush Ecosystem

Like Greater sage-grouse, more than 350 species depend on the sagebrush ecosystem for their survival. People are one of them. We will be sharing an ongoing series that highlights the #350species, such as the many animals, plants, and insects that live on the range, that weaves our human stories and sense of place into this complex landscape.

Autumn in the sagebrush ecosystem is a time of transition for the millions of animals and birds migrating through and preparing for winter. Once spanning almost 300 million acres of North America (an area larger than Texas and California combined), habitat fragmentation, development, agricultural conversion, tree encroachment, invasive species like cheatgrass and resulting wildfires have caused the sagebrush ecosystem to shrink to approximately half its original size. As this crucial habitat shrinks and fragments, it becomes increasingly difficult for Greater sage-grouse and other sagebrush-dependent species to travel and survive on the range.

Greater sage-grouse, 350+ other species, and millions of people depend on the iconic sagebrush ecosystem for their survival. The BLM manages about 67 million acres of the remaining Greater sage-grouse habitat. These public lands connect to private, state, and federal lands across the range. Conserving such a large ecosystem and key species like the Greater sage-grouse truly requires an all hands, all lands approach. With this in mind, the BLM and partners are working together and with the Greater sage-grouse plans on efforts that sustain the sagebrush landscape and the many species who call it home. #350species

Story by Nancy Patterson, BLM Rocky Mountain Region

blog name change!


i’ve wanted to change the blog’s name (gunterthetiel) for like a year. i love gunter, and he is in fact a tiel, but there are two other birdies in my life.

so we’re now nest regards!

i’ll be updating most of our socialmediastuff to reflect the change. hope you enjoy the new punny and all-birb-inclusive title!

in closing

from our nest to yours,


ajhasaplan answered your post: calling all smart people, calling all …

full of helium, big wings, repulsorlift thrusters, magnets, sheer force of gay, big invisible legs, its cursed to never touch its lover the earth, millions of tiny birds holding it in the air, balloons on strings, magical marionette strings, hot air

“it’s cursed to never touch its lover the earth” is about the best one i’ve seen all night

Big Invisible Legs is actually genuinely horrifying and i may have to save that for an entirely different world