Is there a possibility that animals more "recently" extinct animals (Tasmanian Tigers, Passenger Pigeons, river dolphins, etc) still actually existing in small populations somewhere? Or even older extinct animals such as the Dodo. How does an animal gain the title "extinct"?
You ask a really good question! It’s hard to define exactly when animals are extinct. I’m going to quote this Slate article, but it’s worth reading the entire thing for a much more nuanced view:
“The World Conservation Union will label a species extinct only if “there is no reasonable doubt that the last individual has died.” In general, scientists must now show that repeated efforts to survey a species’ known habitat failed to turn up any individual sightings or evidence of its continued survival.”
Some animals, like passenger pigeons, we’re pretty sure are gone because their migratory behavior made them very easy to observe. Others, not as much - there’s a great book called Carnivorous Nights: On the Trail of the Tasmanian Tiger that details the people who are still searching for Tasmanian tigers, hoping they retreated to the really inhospitable terrain in the center of the island.
For the most part, scientists are very careful to prove that animals are extinct before declaring them so - but they’re not always right. Black Footed Ferrets were thought to have been extinct… and then someone’s dog came back with a freshly killed one, and led us back to the last surviving population… and now we’ve got more than 300 reintroduced to the wild and a highly successful conservation program for them. It doesn’t happen often and isn’t something to put a lot weight on hoping for, but sometimes miracles do happen.
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3,652
Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam
dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her
raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean
wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please
and thank you
“Mary!” Dean shouted “Breakfast’s ready, come on!” he said loud enough, hoping the little girl was going to hear him.
“Yes daddy!” she said in her childlike voice as she ran down the stairs. Her brown curls were bouncing as her green eyes sparkled with happiness the moment she spotted the food that lay on the table.
“Pie!” she exclaimed and the man chuckled at the girl.
“Yes princess!” he placed the last pancake on the place and put the frying pan away. He leaned down and picked her up, giving her a big kiss on the cheek as the little girl giggled at him.
“And it’s your favorite!” he said with a big grin and she squealed.
“-Which you are not going to have for breakfast.” you said with a strict – but loving – mom look.
“What?” she pouted “Why?”
“Sweetheart.” you said softly, taking her from Dean’s arms “Pie is not right for breakfast and you know it. We’ve said you can have pie whenever you want to- as a treat. You will have to eat your meal first.” you said, tucking a few brown curls behind her ear.
“But daddy eats pie all the time- even for breakfast and you let him. Why can’t I?” the four-year-old gave you those puppy eyes that could actually do you anything they wanted.
a/n: In which Nursey is a sap. Basically I’m giving Nurseydex their Zimbits moment. Pie is involved.
“…You don’t know how to peel an apple, do you?”
Nursey whipped his head up to see Dex staring at him, an
eyebrow raised. They were in the kitchen trying to make a pie for Ransom and
Lardo’s birthdays, and it was going pretty okay—but definitely not thanks to
Nursey. He’d been trying to peel the same apple for the last five minutes.
“Um,” Nursey said. “Well, I’ve never had to, you know, peel stuff before—”
“It’s literally not hard,” Dex said. “I’d chirp you about
how helpless you are, but I really just want to get this done. Let me show
He stood at Nursey’s side, took the apple and the peeler,
and started to demonstrate. “See?” he said, gripping the peeler tight in this
long fingers. He shucked three long strips of apple peel into the sink and then
handed the tool and the apple back to Nursey. “It’s not hard—you’re just
“Well thanks, that’s a relief,” Nursey said. Dex hip-checked
him, and he hip-checked back.
“Since when are you so good at baking, then, huh Dex?”
Nursey asked quietly after a moment or two of silence. “I remember you dissing
baking back when we were frogs—”
“We’re still the frogs, Nursey.”
“Yeah, I know, I know. I just… Now it seems like more often than not you’re the one helping Bitty
bake,” Nursey said. “What changed?”