pastxl-pink:

snazzy-lester:

ok so there was this post talking about how boys love flowers too and no one ever gets them any or like cares,,
SO we were doing awkward icebreakers in class and i decided to ask the guy next to me what his favorite flower was (half expecting him to say wut idk??) and he looked at me with a huge smile and said sunflowers and i think we should all just raise awareness that boys like flowers too

give boys flowers!! flowers shouldn’t be an only feminine thing, they should be for everyone, including boys!!

The Importance of Zoos — A Resource Post

bigcatawareness:

Building the Ark – NatGeo

Zoos as Centers for Conservation – Quest: The Science of Sustainability

Zoos Raise Money for Faraway Animals – NYTimes (Highlights how the best zoos make great efforts to put money to conservation, setting the example for more and more facilities to follow in suit.)

AZA-Accredited Zoos and Aquariums Generate $160 Million Annually for Wildlife Conservation – The Association of Zoos and Aquariums

Oakland Zoo Raises More Than $100,000 for Wild Animals – The Association of Zoos and Aquariums

Success Stories: California Condors – San Diego Zoo Global Wildlife Conservancy

Success Stories: The Caribbean Iguana – San Diego Zoo Global Wildlife Conservancy

What We Do – San Diego Zoo Global Wildlife Conservancy (Browse these links at your leisure.  But it’s no question how much the SDZoo does for conservation)

Why Zoos & Aquariums Matter: Assessing the Impact of a Visit to a Zoo or Aquarium – The AZA

Environmental Education – The World Association of Zoos and Aquariums

How Zoos are Saving our Animals – ABC News

ramseyringnecks:

Not a columbid, but one of this year’s mocking squeaks paid my porch a visit.

Fussy (it’s mother) and I have an understanding.

I am allowed approach and check on her little squeaks without being swooped or screamed at, but if I touch them or make them cry, all bets are off!

Several summers ago, it was about 120f, and I noticed a nest of dehydrated mocking squeaks at about the hottest part of the day, necks flopped over the nest rim like wilted plants.
I brought a bottle of water and gave it to them by eyedropper until they perked back up and started squalling to be fed.

Fussy was watching.

After that, she’d scold her mate if he dove on me while I checked on the babies.

They’ve nested in my holly every year since, and checking on their peeps unmolested has been my exclusive privlage.

The squeak let me take a picture, and I went in to finish feeding my flock.

I figured that if something was wrong, it would still be there when I got back.

It was gone by the time I went back to check on it again.

A cute visitor, in no need of emergency care. ^v^