“Follow the rainbow to my door….” The male Satin Bowerbird, an Australian species endemic to the rainforests of the East Coast regions of the mainland and Tasmania, constructs an intricate ‘bower’ on which to display, dance and attract a mate. All bowerbird species do this, however the Satin variety has a penchant for indigo blue and collects all kinds of objects in various shades of this colour to decorate the bower with. The male Satin bowerbird’s plumage has an iridescent sheen in this colour, and the female, whilst having spotted beige plumage, has a striking eye colour in this same indigo shade as well. Male bowerbirds spend an extraordinary amount of effort and time adorning their bowers, arranging and re-arranging objects around it’s entrance as seen in the above photo examples.
Here are the first five patches in my biological patch set. Once all ten are made, the rainbow of studies will be complete! Each one is illustrated, digitized, and embroidered by me. Stay tuned for more! Next up is herpetology ;)
I have been invaded by Starlings today, and it resulted in a TON of pictures. This is a glimpse. I never knew a bird tongue could look like this. It is like there is a middle “beak layer”. I present to you - a Starling Tongue. Can an ornithologist confirm that this what it is supposed to look like and it is not like the Starling has a piece of his tongue frozen or something?
One of my favorite birds, the limpkin! (A close second to caracaras).
Limpkins are also called crying birds from their haunting cry that echoes through the swamps. There is an South American folktale about a man who never made time to grieve for his deceased mother and was eventually so overcome with grief that he turned into a limpkin and that is why the bird cries.
Limpkins almost vanished from Florida due to habitat loss and their main food, the Florida apple snail, disappearing. Limpkins were saved by an unlikely species, an invasive apple snail from South America. This new food source brought back Limpkin (and Snail Kite) populations that were once so close to disappearing from Florida forever.
Not in an “I have an obsession with studying the most exotic birds on the planet”, or an “I have pet birds way”. All of them…I love all of the birds.
Pigeons? Colourful, fluffy little weirdos. Like ridiculously weird. Have you ever watched their mating dances? Seen one sheltering under another’s wing in the rain?
Seagulls? Don’t give one single solitary fuck. Will swoop down and knock the burger from your hand as you leave McDonalds then calmly eat it right there on the ground in front of you. Will land on your car roof at a traffic light and stay on after you start going again.
Corvids? They’re smarter than you and they know it.
Swans? Consummate badasses. Majestic assholes who will kick your ass if you look at them wrong. Elegant yachts on the water and clumsy clowns everywhere else.
I mean, they fly. What else could you want in any animal?
But even the ones who can’t…
Chickens? Also feathery weirdos. Pigeons’ bigger siblings. Don’t tend to know what they’re doing half the time unless there’s food involved.
Ostriches? Bigger assholes than swans if that’s possible. And thick as two planks to boot.