purple starling


Violet Backed Starling

The violet-backed starling (Cinnyricinclus leucogaster), also known as the plum-coloured starling or amethyst starling, is a relatively small species of starling. One of the most striking of the world’s 114 starling species, male amethysts are clad in a deep violet set off by a brilliant white breast.  In the sunlight, they are, like most starlings, as iridescent as any hummingbird. This strongly sexually dimorphic species is found widely in the woodlands and savannah forest edges of mainland sub-Saharan Africa. It is rarely seen on the ground, but instead commonly found in trees and other sources away from the ground.

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Now in technicolor!

Custom Aequis design (tropical and temperate arboreal hybrid) for @arrowhoodcobra! She’s based on a violet backed starling.

I know I say this about all of the Aequis designs I do for people, but I loved working on her. Never thought I’d say that about the color purple, but I think I’ve got a much healthier relationship with that color now. :)

Caran d’Ache Supracolor watercolor pencils and Winsor and Newton watercolors and gouaches on Arches hot press 140 lb watercolor paper. Approx 14 x 11 inches, 28 x 35.5 cm.

Why do I like the birb au so much?? Like, Imagine Miles (who is a white peacock) just presenting his feathers whenever Phoenix is around “Say Wright, do you notice anything different?” “Wow Edgeworth you look….extravagant. ” and purple starling Maya trying to tell him that Edgeworth is FLIRTING WITH HIM. Like “Nick Omg, you know peacocks do that to impress/flirt with another!” “Wait what.” And Nick eventually realized that Edgey was hitting on him and bursts into flames bc ‘omg my crush hit on me’. (Don’t worry he came back.)

Who IS she?!?

Color study for a custom Aequis belonging to @arrowhoodcobra! She’s based on a violet backed starling, I added some white wing patches to add some “Aequis flavor” to the design. (But I can leave them out!)

Also! Resolved the weird issue with female tropical Aequis extended tail coverts, I made the feather shafts stiffer so the plumes always stick out behind while retaining some degree of flexibility. Wouldn’t want to step on them!

As you can see, color doesn’t differentiate sexes: the only example of sexual dimorphism are plumage differences that currently only occur in tropical types, otherwise sexes are similar. (Male tropicals have the long extended tail covert feathers, but without the “flag” tipped wires.)

(No really, this is how bright these pencils are. Caran d’Ache have some of the most beautiful purples, violets, and magentas I have EVER SEEN.)

An American Prayer


Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We live, we die & death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion’d flower
Cling to cunts & cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus’ groin got filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept & only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/ the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King’s murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
We were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight & velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure’s breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
Hundred hues
A rich Mandala
For me & you & for your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom & a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe in the good old days
We still receive In little ways
The Things of Kindness & unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant
We’re perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
That’s already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner’s screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men’s pride to hoist the beams
While mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards
While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
(& where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
Or grinding a flower?
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that’s plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family


Great screaming Christ
Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning
“The movie will begin in 5 moments”
The mindless Voice announced
“All those unseated, will await The next show”
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, & silent.
As we seated & were darkened
The Voice continued:
“The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru.
You’ve seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest
- (did you have a good world when you died?) - enough to base a movie on?”
An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist.
I’m getting out of here
Where’re you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don’t chase the clouds
Pagodas, temples
Her cunt gripped him
Like a warm friendly hand.
“It’s all right.
All your friends are here.”
When can I meet them?
“After you’ve eaten”
I’m not hungry
“O, we meant beaten”
Silver stream, silvery scream,
Impossible concentration
Here come the comedians
Look at them smile
Watch them dance
An indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so
I’ll always be
A word-man
Better than a birdman
But I’ll charge
Won’t get away
W/out lodging a dollar
Shall I say it again
Aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel’s gain
I’ll be, the irish loud
Unleashed my beak
At peak of powers
O girl, unleash
Your worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind
She smells debt
On my new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession
Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them
Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life
Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke
Your wife’s in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood Blood
They’re making a joke
Of our universe


Are you more real than me
I’ll burn you, & set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won’t forget


A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling & bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
“ready to talk”
“No sir” - was all he’d say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful
Air base in the desert
Looking out venetian blinds
A plane
A desert flower
Cool cartoon
The rest of the World
Is reckless & dangerous
Look at the
Stag films


A ship leaves port
Mean horse of another thicket
Wishbone of desire
Decry the metal fox


The Purple Martin (Progne subis) is an enormous North American swallow, long beloved for its beautiful, swooping flight patterns. People have loved these birds for hundreds of years; in fact, there is a well-accepted rumor that eastern Native American tribes used to hollow out gourds for the martins to use as nesting cavities! The practice has continue until today, and the eastern subspecies of Purple Martin now relies heavily on the use of human-made nesting cavities. Some people still use natural gourds, but you can also purchase artificial ones from gardening stores.

It’s a good thing that people love the Purple Martin enough to house it, as this species suffered a pretty severe setback through the 1900s, and the lack of martins has been incredibly noticeable in the last 30 years. The culprit behind the low population? European Starlings (Sturnus vulgaris), the invasive bird species behind so many other declining populations. Starlings also nest in cavities, and they can be very aggressive. They took over many of the natural spaces where martins would normally nest. However, many concerned bird-lovers have tried to remedy the situation by monitoring which bird species are using their nesting gourds. If a starling moves in, these dedicated humans kick them out to make room for martins. There are still other issues facing these birds, but at least now they can find somewhere to raise their young.


A while ago I had a dream I found 2 birds.

One was deep purple. The other bright pink.

They were small. Small enough for me to hold them in my small hands. For some weird reason I just knew I had to carry them. They seemed like they needed help. 

So I held them. I held them with care, but my hands got sweaty and their feathers started to thin out because of the moisture. I was worried.

When I looked down, I noticed that they weren’t moving. Their eyes were closed. They had fallen to their sides. 

Oh how I wept. I cried for I had thought I had helped these beautiful creatures in some way. 

As I sat there, with my palms open, head down in may arms, I felt tiny feet spring into motion. A hop to the left, a few other hops to the right, and as i lift my head up a dash of purple and pink fly upward.

Then I knew that my tears were not in vain.