Rolling Avian Issues Thread

a novice

Smales, I. (2006)

Impacts of Avian Collision with Wind Power Turbines: An
Overview of the Modelling of Cumulative Risks Posed by Multiple Wind
Farms

Report for the Department of Environment and Heritage. Pro-
ject No. 5182. Biosis Research Pty Ltd., Melbourne

^rain of blood

went rambling in cassiobury park, watford this morning. not your average park. among others, saw a redwing, fieldfares, treecreepers, goldcrests and a siskin, the latter identified for the first time. heading home now very excited. it is an exceptional park, better maybe than any london park

ilx-searching 'cassiobury' leads to a short & pithy thread in which I posted, under my original nom de plume, perhaps one of my wringer posts. the thread also features peak nordicskilla

wronger, even

but that siskin, right

loves his avians does lj

loves his avians

goldcrests are pretty chill admittedly

http://www.abcbirds.org/newsandreports/releases/130129.html

somewhat resembles the inimitable and dearly departed jeff

loved his avians did jeff

loved his avians

In the 1980s, Azzam travelled throughout the Middle East, Europe and North America, including 50 cities in the United States, to raise money and preach about jihad. He inspired young Muslims with stories of miraculous deeds, mujahideen who defeated vast columns of Soviet troops virtually single-handed, who had been run over by tanks but survived, who were shot but unscathed by bullets.[22] Angels were witnessed riding into battle on horseback, and falling bombs were intercepted by birds, which raced ahead of the jets to form a protective canopy over the warriors.[22][23]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jgv5ixxgTsQ&feature=player_detailpage#t=152

those avians, my word

a squirrel sitting upon the bough of a tree, eating some unidentified organic matter
on the ground beneath, a robin waited for crumbs to fall

I am not much of a birdwatcher (I like working by the river and seeing ducks and moorhens though) but lately the tree outside my flat window has had a busy gang of chaffinches* pecking all over it for about twenty minutes every day and then disappearing, and they make me very happy

also some yellower, smaller finches, same white λ-shaped flashes on the wings; not sure if siskins or greenfinches or something else entirely

this thread isn't really about birdwatching, but about LJ's foibles w/ re women

if you want to post about birds, that's cool too

They could be goldfinches too! Sarahell don't you feel this thread may have transcended its original purpose fairly quickly?

nakho's robin exuding a corvine cunning there, v heartening

seen so many dunnocks recently, they whirr about slowly like moths

How much of a nightmare is it to own a bird? [Started by Josefa in February 2015, last updated 15 seconds ago by bojaxhiu mother derive (imago) on I Love Everything] 8 new answers

so angry

the avians you own, end up owning you

corvids tend to peck at anything that glints, such as a human eye opening one morning

Tom Jones, when very young, had presented Sophia with a little bird, which he had taken from the nest, had nursed up, and taught to sing.

Of this bird, Sophia, then about thirteen years old, was so extremely fond, that her chief business was to feed and tend it, and her chief pleasure to play with it. By these means little Tommy, for so the bird was called, was become so tame, that it would feed out of the hand of its mistress, would perch upon the finger, and lie contented in her bosom, where it seemed almost sensible of its own happiness; though she always kept a small string about its leg, nor would ever trust it with the liberty of flying away.

One day, when Mr Allworthy and his whole family dined at Mr Western's, Master Blifil, being in the garden with little Sophia, and observing the extreme fondness that she showed for her little bird, desired her to trust it for a moment in his hands. Sophia presently complied with the young gentleman's request, and after some previous caution, delivered him her bird; of which he was no sooner in possession, than he slipt the string from its leg and tossed it into the air.

The foolish animal no sooner perceived itself at liberty, than forgetting all the favours it had received from Sophia, it flew directly from her, and perched on a bough at some distance.

Sophia, seeing her bird gone, screamed out so loud, that Tom Jones, who was at a little distance, immediately ran to her assistance.

He was no sooner informed of what had happened, than he cursed Blifil for a pitiful malicious rascal; and then immediately stripping off his coat he applied himself to climbing the tree to which the bird escaped.

Tom had almost recovered his little namesake, when the branch on which it was perched, and that hung over a canal, broke, and the poor lad plumped over head and ears into the water.

Blifil, tree otm

Blifil was a cunt as any fule kno

Read the first 1/3 of TJ maybe nine or ten years ago, can't recall

the tree was the most otm there

some of these avians they have now

gawjus

The little crew of waterfowl i pass on the way to work has added a very handsome tufted duck to its membership. Not sure if it got separated from a larger migrating flock but it seems to have been adopted.

who is in this crew

do you have names for them

do you imagine their characters & their place within the crew dynamic

Eight to ten ducks, similar number of moorhen. Occasionally a heron will appear but it is not part of the crew.

I don't have names for them but have been thinking more about the dynamics since the tufted duck arrived. Like, can you just blow in from Iceland and be considered one of the boys overnight?

these ducks are mallards right, or is there a red-crested pochard contingent? this is important as pochards are diving ducks, as with tufteds, and so there's a bit of commonality to cling to. yer gadwall/shoveler/mallard dabblers won't mix with what they'd surely regard as little diving inferiors, grebes with airs

Yes, all mallards. idk, they seem to be getting on ok so far, but it's early days.

little diving inferiors, grebes with airs

how ILAFL sees ILE

It might seem that this nameless bird was not in a position to reciprocate Tesla’s affections. And yet who could speak for this pigeon of pure white, with light gray tips on her wings? Who could say what she “felt” for the tall, melancholy, strangely dressed creature who fed, nursed, and caressed her? As with the love between two humans, or between Balthus and his cat Mitsou, or a human and an operating system like Samantha in the 2013 film Her, fully symmetrical affection is not the criterion by which we can determine whether love is in effect. We need not invoke the transmigration of souls to account for the connection or recognition that occurred. Nothing mystical need have taken place; no modern Ovid is necessary to account for the romantic sacrilege. Finitude is what all creatures share. No matter how carefully philosophers try to build a semantic or ontological wall between ourselves and other animals, we all perish. We all die. Humans may anticipate their end with more conscious and unconscious dread than do our fellow animals, but we need only see the survival instinct in action to appreciate that all creatures cling to life with furious intensity when the spark of their inexplicable existence is threatened.

http://www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/55/pettman.php

Any ideas as to breed?

http://i.imgur.com/zfaqlYd.jpg?1

Ruddy Shelduck

(an introduced ornamental species like the Mandarin, Ruddy or Red-Crested Pochard)

Excellent. Thank you.

Vowel-averse Swedish techno duo SHXCXCHCXSH return to Avian with a slick follow-up to their 'Strgths' album. 'VVVLLLLVVV' rolls out with sub-aquatic square bass pulses and eerie, almost Drexciyan synth pads, and 'MRRRWRRRDS' locks into heavier, bleeping rolige charged with cavalcade of churning toms and swarming synths. 'MRRRCHNNNN' is roughest of the pack, pumping pneumatic bass and pistoning hi-hats thru the silty murk at 20 knots.

In the psittacosis "parrot fever" panic of 1930, "One city health commissioner urged everyone who owned a parrot to wring its neck. People abandoned their pet parrots on the streets."[13]

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/32863603/cracker.jpg

grim

was reading about the passenger pigeon extinction recently, this might be the most horrifying extract on all of wikipedia:

One method of capture was to hunt at a nesting colony, particularly during the period of a few days after the adult pigeons abandoned their nestlings but before the nestlings could fly.[64] Some hunters used sticks to poke the nestlings out of the nest, while others shot the bottom of a nest with a blunt arrow to dislodge the pigeon.[64] Others cut down a nesting tree in such a way that when it fell, it would also hit a second nesting tree and dislodge the pigeons within.[64] Still another way was to simply set a nesting tree on fire, cooking the doves or collecting them as they tried to escape.[65][66] An extreme method, practiced only by particularly unscrupulous hunters, was to set fire to the base of a tree nested with pigeons, whereby the adults would free and the juveniles would fall to the ground, bursting open.[3]

There were a wide variety of other methods that were used to capture and kill passenger pigeons. Sulfur was sometimes burned beneath the nesting tree to suffocate the birds, which fell out of the tree in a weakened state.[67] At least one trapper used alcohol-soaked grain as bait to intoxicate the birds and make them easier to kill.[68] Salt was also frequently used as bait, and many trappers set up near salt springs.[69] Stool pigeons, which traditionally were blinded, were also used to attract flocks of pigeons that thought that the stool pigeon had found food.[70]

Low-flying pigeons could be killed by thrown sticks or stones.[68] At one site in Oklahoma, the pigeons leaving their roost every morning flew low enough that the Cherokee could throw clubs into their midst, which caused the lead pigeons to try to turn aside and in the process created a blockade that created a large mass of flying, easily hit pigeons.[68]

Basket used to transport captured passenger pigeons
Nets were propped up to allow passenger pigeons entry, then closed by knocking loose the stick that supported the opening, trapping twenty or more pigeons inside.[71] Tunnel nets were also used to great effect, and one particularly large net was capable of catching 3,500 pigeons at a time.[72] These nets were used by many farmers on their own property as well as by professional trappers.[73]

Passenger pigeons were shot with such ease that many did not consider them to be a game bird, as an amateur hunter could easily bring down six with one shotgun blast; a particularly good shot with both barrels of a shotgun at a roost could kill 61 birds.[74][75] They were frequently shot either in flight during migration or immediately after, when they traditionally perched in dead, exposed trees.[74] The pigeons did prove difficult to shoot head-on, so hunters typically waited for the flocks to pass overhead before shooting them.[76] Trenches were sometimes dug and filled with grain so that a hunter could shoot the pigeons along this trench.[76]

fwiw i still inwardly apologise to woodpigeons, for those bursting to dub me Hypocrite

The vultures (Cathartes urubu, Coragyps atratus foetens) fell upon him, devoured first of all the lizards, and then attacked the body of the unfortunate youth, beginning with his buttocks. Pain restored him to consciousness, and the hero drove off his attackers which, however, had completely gnawed away his hindquarters. Having eaten their fill, the birds were prepared to save his life; taking hold of his belt and the strips of cotton round his arms and legs with their beaks, they lifted him into the air and deposited him gently at the foot of the mountain.

The hero regained consciousness “as if he were awaking from a dream.” He was hungry and ate wild fruits but noticed that since he had no rectum, he was unable to retain the food, which passed through his body without even being digested. The youth was at first nonplussed and then remembered a tale told him by his grandmother, in which the hero solved the same problem by molding for himself an artificial behind out of dough made from pounded tubers.

http://radicalanthropologygroup.org/sites/default/files/pdf/class_text_056.pdf

Due to their short wings, auks have to flap their wings very quickly in order to fly.

those avians

http://www.theguardian.com/football/2015/apr/27/lazio-eagle-attacked-crow

eagle mascot is some proper spqr shit

Jesus christ, that picture!