Seabird Chicks Sail 1300 Miles to Find a New Home

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Researcher holds a petrel chick on Tern Island. Photo by A. Boyd / USFWS

 Fifty-three Bonin petrel and twenty-five Tristam’s storm-petrel chicks arrived at their new home at the James Campbell National Wildlife Refuge near Kahuku,  O’ahu, after a six day boat ride from Tern Island and Midway Atoll, part of the Papahānaumokuākea Marine National Monument. These chicks will join a cohort of twenty-two Black-footed albatross chicks inside a predator-proof fence, in hopes of founding a new seabird colony.

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Animal care team placing the chicks in their new burrows. / Photo by L. Young / Pacific Rim Conservation

“These species have never before been translocated to a new home by boat,” said Matt Brown, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Superintendent for Papahānaumokuākea. “Knowing we can move these rare seabirds long distances by sea will enable us to adapt to an ever-changing environment and help prevent the potential loss of a species.”

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moyaofthemist:

unpretty:

i’ve seen a lot of posts about it on mastodon but not over here, so

if you use the ‘Stylish’ browser extension to make websites not look like shit, you need to backup your themes, uninstall it, install Stylus instead, and import your themes into that

stylish got bought by a company that turned it into spyware

stylus works in exactly the same way, and with all the same themes, without spying on you

uninstall stylish

how do i back up my themes?

My pug recently mates with a lab unintentionally of course it happened a week before our appointment to spay but I was wondering about c section or spay/abortion if the mother dog is in danger of dying due to large pups or what my options would even be at this point

drferox:

Call your vet and do the spay. Before day 19 any ‘pups’ aren’t even attached to the uterine wall, pregnancy can’t be detected. Do they spay, do it soon and she will be at no increased risk.
She can still be spayed and aborted later, but these come with increased risks and costs.

Call your vet. Spay her asap, ideally as soon as she’s off heat to be easiest on her.

The ‘pups’ are, at this point, clumps of cells that aren’t really living things any more than a single cell is. Do the spay when the appointment comes up, it’s no different and will be vastly better for her than trying to carry the pups to term. Pugs have enough health issues without trying to carry pups that large. 

taahko:

taahko:

i love being a camp counselor…obvi t posing is big rn so we use it as a quiet call and u havent LIVED until youve seen 100 children t posing absolutely silently in a field

i taught an 8 yr old in my swim class how to do a backfloat by saying “remember to t pose!!” and she got it

langernameohnebedeutung:

langernameohnebedeutung:

Norse mythology fails to convey the sense of terror that must have hung over Asgard every time Loki was gone for longer than eight months and three weeks

#okay but imagine the betting pool#is it gonna be half undead?#horse with too many legs?#a giant fuck off snake?#who knows! ( @much-ado-about-mothing​)

Loki, holding up the newest baby Lion King-style: IT’S!!!!! A WOLF!!!”

underneath the rock: *dozens of creatures from all over Nine Realms muttering quietly, exchanging money*

captn-sara-holmes:

copperbadge:

captn-sara-holmes:

Trying to write 27 school reports. I will appreciate motivation in the form of cheerleading, gifs of Hawkeye and ficlets about Cap hating paperwork ❤️

“We never had to do paperwork in the war, you know.” 

Cap’s grumbling, while perhaps justified, was also hilarious; maybe it was just that they’d all been in the conference room for hours, filling out belated after-actions because Hill had finally Had Enough, but something about Steve grumbling that things had been easier In His Day struck Clint as hilarious. 

He tried to stifle a laugh, but it was rough; a second later Steve continued, “Not that we could have if we’d wanted to, it was hard to get a working damn pen what with rationing.”

Clint wheezed,very softly, trying to contain it.

“And DumDum hoarded pencils like they were going to be his postwar pension,” Steve finished, with grim vindictiveness and an extra-hard jot of his pen. 

Clint lost it; first a giggle, then a full-blown laugh, and then Natasha went “ahahaSNORT” and both of them lost it.

By the time Clint was wiping his eyes, the laughing fit over, Steve was looking triumphant; he pointed at Clint and Natasha, then at the clock, looking at Bucky the whole time. Bucky rolled his eyes and waved a hand in some kind of defeat, and Steve stood up, carried his paperwork over to Bucky, and dropped it in a heap in front of him. 

“What was that all about?” Clint managed, as Bucky pulled the paperwork over and Steve walked out the door. 

“We had a bet. If he could get Natasha to snortlaugh in the first four hours he won,” Bucky said. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem,” Clint replied, while Natasha looked annoyed. “Wait, he won you doing all his paperwork? Can we make that bet next time?”

“No, you know all you have to do is shove a pencil up your nose,” Bucky replied. Natasha made a little snorting laugh. “See?”

“Unfair to all concerned,” Clint announced. 

“Joke’s on him, actually,” Bucky said. “In about ten minutes he’ll start feeling bad he saddled me with all this and go buy me one’a them frozen chocolate drinks from the donut place.” 

“Yeah, but you still have to do all his paperwork.”

“Pfft.” Bucky rolled his eyes again. “We never had to do paperwork in the war,” he mimicked Steve. “Of course we had to do paperwork in the war, he just always shoved it off on me and then his super soldier brain wrote it out of existence.”

“Seems unkind to you,” Bruce put in, from behind his own stack of paperwork.

“Well, I didn’t mind it, and it meant it got done,” Bucky said philosophically. “Plus I kept a pen chained to my body at all times so the joke was I was the only literate fella in the 107th. Anyway, I put a bunch of jokes in to keep me entertained.” 

“You put jokes in your World War 2 after-action paperwork?” Clint asked.

“Can you think of a better place?” Bucky asked. “Hey, knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Nazi.”

“Nazi who?”

“Hitler did nazi us coming,” Bucky said, deadpan, and pulled the first sheet of Steve’s paperwork off the pile. With perfect timing, Steve returned.

“I got you one’a them frozen chocolate things from the donut shop,” he announced. 

Natasha snortlaughed so loud it startled Tony, who had been sleeping while pretending to work on a StarkPad. 

OMG SAM ♥️ you’re the literal best, I just finished number 27 and found this. May the image of Steve avoiding paperwork and Clint sticking pencils up his nose live forever.