tumblr describes them as cats with wings and every gif proves it accurate
ok but
theyre not?
i just hate it when tumblr gets into some new animal fad and undoubtedly a bunch of uneducated fucks are going to go out and try to get their hands on a wild animal to keep as a companion bc they saw a funny vine on the internet
i realize some videos and images may come from rescues but a lot of these clearly dont. and comments like ‘i want one’ and ‘aw theyre just like cats’ make me so worried regardless of the source of the video
its happened with foxes and opossums and i really dont want it to happen to owls too
owls are predators. theyre destructive. they will potentially look at you as their mate and will become aggressive around your friends and family. they can seriously hurt you. their talons and beaks are sharp as fuck and even on accident can cause you to need stitches
you cant train them like a labrador either. they will wreck your house and tear into your furniture and clothes. they will perch and shit wherever they want. they dont care how expensive your furniture is and they will not be using a litter box or ringing a bell to be let outside
owls need to fly for exercise too. you cant cruelly box them in like you would a parakeet and clip their wings and confine them to a cage their whole life. and you cant feed them with a bag of shitty kibble or even frozen chicken from the grocery store. they need a natural diet of rodents and small rabbits. and youre going to have to cut those animals open and remove their bladders and stomachs every time. and whatever they dont eat theyre going to want to store somewhere around the house for later. owls are also nocturnal. so 3 am is when you will be getting a call from your neighbors complaining about the hooting and screeching thats been going on for hours
speaking of a lifetime of late night screaming, their life is fucking long. around 30 years. so when you get tired of the non stop owl shit and pellet cleaning and the fun of having an owl wears off, youre stuck with them. you cant just dump them in a shelter or release them. and even if you find an owl rescue to take them in youre still fucking them over because they will either become depressed from the absence of their ‘mate’ or act aggressively toward other humans they have not imprinted on. they will never be able to be released into the wild
you dont want an owl. you can appreciate them and love them without ruining their natural lives
Important commentary on why tumblr’s specific brand of anthropomorphism sets animals (and people who want to adopt them) up for a really hard time. Every time you say ‘oh, I know, but I can still jokingly say I want one’, there might be someone who thinks you’re an expert and takes you seriously.
This is a moth, it’s just very butterfly-shaped. Even rests with its wings folded together like a butterfly does. Evolution has decided that “butterfly” is a good shape for this critter.
Tarn had never been challenged like this. He’d met mechs who could hope to tolerate his voice at first, either by virtue of unusual frametypes or sheer volume of voice or speakers to drown his Voice out. They all gave eventually, though, once he’d tuned his voice to them.
This mech was actually standing up to him. This tiny, fragile thing that he could have crushed in one servo, this little thing leaning on a cane and looking up at him, seemed completely unaffected by his Voice. Annoyed, no less.
Shockingly calm for a mech staring down the leader of the DJD, the tiny mech shifted his weight to his other pede, flicking both wings -wings that should have been shuddering in agony- in a dismissive little gesture. “Do stop that. It’s rather annoying.”
Annoying?
Tarn bristled slightly and pitched his Voice a bit higher, trying to find the point that would catch those wings and send all the sensors into a cascade of sensory overload, wanting to see the minibot writhe. His ballad was flawless. He could have brought any educated music lover to their knees in admiration without ever using his Voice. How dare this little data-carrier call him annoying. For Megatron’s sake, the minibot was standing on the corpse of a mech whose spark Tarn had just sung into implosion, acting as though he were some little turbofox yapping at the moon.
Prowling closer to his target, Tarn poured all the power of his Voice into every single note, keenly watching those flared wings for any sort of tremble. Those would be his target- wide and delicate, they would resonate easily the instant he hit the right pitch, and would resonate until they shattered. That would bring the challenger to his knees, regardless of whether the rest of his frame was affected.
And it started to work. That smug, vaguely irritated look began to fade, the proud wings lowered, and delicate servos clenched tighter around the cane for support.
As Tarn drew closer, the minibot began to wilt, leaning harder on his cane and breaking optic contact. He tried to keep watching, tried to keep his helm up, but failed and dropped his gaze to the ground as he fought to stay on his pedes.
Tarn drew ever closer, watching the tiny frame crumple in front of him, and pitched a soft purr into his voice as he crouched to meet those formerly defiant optics. “Look what I am doing to you,” his body language purred, “look at how you crumple in front of me,” as he lowered himself to watch-
And the lanky, crumpled frame uncurled and sprang, letting go of the cane and launching directly at Tarn. Delicate servos curled around his throat, as if in a last, final effort at resistance-
One that had Tarn reeling as agony lanced through his frame, as his voicebox popped and crackled and spat sparks against its housing, as all its power turned back on itself.
Tarn staggered back, optics wide in shock and horror, mouth open behind the mask in a silent cry of pain, clawing at his throat as Voice and voice both failed him. Damage reports spiraled across his HUD, warnings of wires melted together and half-fried and shorting out-
And Tempo laughed as he dropped to the ground, flicked his wings up in a triumphant gesture as he grabbed his cane, and shot away on agile pedes before anyone could come to see what had happened.
That may have been Tarn, but he was Tempo. He didn’t bow to anyone’s will but his own, and, if anyone tried, he gave them a taste of their own manipulation. With his abilities, it was so, so terribly simple to send any body part into a self-destructive spiral as it tried to match up with him. Evidently it wasn’t good to have one’s vocalizer trying to match the motions and energy patterns of someone else’s servos.
Too bad for Tarn his pride had gotten in the way of realizing how easy it would have been for him to snuff Tempo’s spark with his servos.
Too bad for Tarn he’d been too busy trying to find the right pitch to notice that Tempo was faking.
Too bad for Tarn, but not too bad for Tempo.
As he made his escape, first running and then flying, Tempo tucked the last few moments of sound-recording into his high-priority memory banks.
The sound of Tarn’s legendary Voice, the Voice that had felled millions, crackling painfully into silence as Tempo’s hands closed around his throat.
shoes on in the house who cares vs shoes off upstairs vs shoes off at the door. tag urself and where you’re from or/and the main culture u follow at home
If you find a baby bird that looks kind of like an awkward chicken, with feathers and fluttering and the ability to run, it’s a fledgeling learning how to bird. Leave it alone unless it’s in immediate danger. If it’s in immediate danger (in a road, near a predator, etc), scoop it up and move it to under the nearest bush.
Kildeer chicks are little round puffballs with long legs. They’re supposed to be running around on their own, they nest on the ground and the babies move a lot. They run pretty fast and look mobile. The same goes for some shorebird babies.
Basically, if the baby bird is running away from you and doing a good job of it, it’s fine.
If it’s totally naked, or partly naked and sitting awkwardly not doing much, it needs to be put back in its nest. First, look it over for ants and promptly remove any you find, then inspect it gently for wounds. Wounds or a large number of ants mean it needs to go to a wildlife rescuer.
If you can spot the nest, put it in. If multiple babies and a broken nest are on the ground, make them a new nest out of a basket (Easter, strawberry, etc), line it with soft grass, and strap it into a tree. The parents will hear the babies calling and come back.
If you find an individual baby and can’t put it back in the nest, you may want to take it to a wildlife rescuer. It’s not good for the parents to try and divide their attention between two nests, it can result in all the babies going hungry.
Rabbits and deer are left alone as babies so the mother won’t draw attention to them. Leave them alone unless they’re visibly thin, covered in flies, or wandering alone in a dangerous area.
Any baby animal which is visibly injured, or which has been touched by a cat, needs to go to a rescuer. Cats and other predatory animals have large numbers of bacteria in their saliva that can cause fatal infections from the lightest scratch of a tooth or recently groomed claw. Even if you don’t think the cat has picked up or patted the animal, take it to a rescuer.
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