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#White-winged fairywren

cypherdecypher · 2 years

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Animal of the Day!

White-winged Fairywren (Malurus leucopterus)

(Photo by JJ Harrison)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Australia

Size (Weight/Length)- 10 g; 13 cm

Diet- Insects

Cool Facts- The itty-bitty white-winged fairywren comes straight out of Cinderella. These little wren species have some of the most complex flock dynamics in the bird kingdom. The white-winged fairywren only lives in groups of 4 but each bird has a job. When one bird is nesting, a second and often non-related wren, will aide in raising the chick. They are highly affectionate and will groom each other for long durations. Male white-winged fairywrens will present their mate with a flower petal and then bow to the female to show off his feathers.

Rating- 11/10 (Blue animals are seriously so cool.)

Animtober- Fairy (Blue, white, and pretty fairy-like.)

#Animal of the day #Animals #Birds #Wren #Monday #October 24 #White-winged fairywren #biology #science #conservation #the more you know #Animtober #Inktober #Fairy

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herpsandbirds · 3 months

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White-winged Fairywren (Malurus leucopterus), male, family Maluridae, order Passerifromes, Australia

photograph by Mick Jury

#fairywren #malurus #maluridae #passeriformes #bird #ornithology #animals #nature #australia

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mothistopheies · 6 months

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Malurus argentum - a drawing of Sova as an elizabethian fairy for hollownull!!!

ID and analysis are under the cut<3 (main image has an image description!)

[ID: A digital drawing of Sova Amalie from Vast Error. She is in a Hollownull costume of an Elizabethian fairy. She is kneeling on light brown grass, and is holding one arm up to support her lusus, Cooperi, a peach and white owl. Her wings are both moth- and butterfly-like, and are mainly brown with hints of pink, red, and light blue. The piece is labelled ""Malurus argentum" by mothistopheies". Sova's outfit is a pink and cream long sleeved shirt and skirt, with a light blue corset. She is wearing a falconry glove, also blue, with a quarter note rest embroidered on it. She is holding a heart locket. The background is soft pinks. End ID.]

detail notes (also seen in the image above):

-the name Malurus argentum is a play on latin names: Malurus comes from the Malurus genus of birds known as fairywrens (bird motif + fairy theme), and argentum is latin for silver

-hairpiece is from Sova's play, Upon the Twelfth Hour

-wings have colors from LODAL (Land of Daze and Lattice), pureself design, and blood color

-the hair draped around her face has the heart motif

-small Cooperi rests on a modified falconry glove, which is embroidered with a quarter note rest

-her corset has repetitive 3 pronged embroidery, mimicking the alchemy symbol for Silver

-the locket is from [S] Ellsee: Enter and the chain is draped in a heart shape

-the lower wing is 3 pronged, also mimicking the silver alchemical symbol. the wings also have modified arrows on them, for the same reason.

-her skirt is based on butterfly wing scales, made of repetitive rectangles overlapping each other

-her loose ponytail is held in place by a smaller butterfly

#sova amalie #vast error #hollownull #timelapse

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crypitd · 3 years

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The first bird of FAT BIRD FRIDAY is:

White-winged Fairywren !

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todaysbird · 5 years

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the white-winged fairywren is a small passerine bird native to australia. males in breeding plumage are a deep blue with white wings; females and males not in breeding plumage are a soft brown with light blue accents. as part of a courtship display, males present females with petals of flowers. when raising their young, several ‘helpers’ outside of the pair will assist in feeding and caring for the nestlings. x

#white winged fairywren #fairywren #bird #birblr

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thalassarche · 7 years

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White-winged Fairywren (Malurus leucopterus) - photo by Noel

#birds #passeriformes #maluridae #fairywren #white winged fairywren

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steliosagapitos · 3 years

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White-winged Fairywren Oakey, Queensland, Australia.

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 5 years

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Oreoscopus gutturalis

By Tony Castro, CC BY-SA 4.09

Etymology: Guardian of the Mountains

First Described By: North, 1905

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoromorpha, Maniraptoriformes, Maniraptora, Pennaraptora, Paraves, Eumaniraptora, Averaptora, Avialae, Euavialae, Avebrevicauda, Pygostaylia, Ornithothoraces, Euornithes, Ornithuromorpha, Ornithurae, Neornithes, Neognathae, Neoaves, Inopinaves, Telluraves, Australaves, Eufalconimorphae, Psittacopasserae, Passeriformes, Eupasseres, Passeri, Euoscines, Meliphagides, Acanthizidae

Status: Extant, Least Concern

Time and Place: Within the last 10,000 years, in the Holocene of the Quaternary

The Fernwren is known from the Eastern coast of the horn of Queensland, Australia

Physical Description: The Fernwren is a small songbird, ranging between 12 and 14 centimeters in length, and like many animals called “wren” it had a small, round body, and a short tail. It’s head is also quite small, and it has a long, sharp beak. It had dark brown feathers over its back, wings, and tail; and medium brown feathers on its belly and butt. The Fernwren has very distinctive patterning on its head, however - black stripes with speckles over the eye, white patches everywhere else, and black splotches closer to the belly, that make its head very distinctive at a distance. The species does not differ based on sex.

Diet: The Fernwren primarily eats a variety of meat, especially larger insects and smaller lizards, such as skinks.

Behavior: The Fernwren hunts for food either alone, or in mated pairs; they are fairly quiet and invisible in their dense habitat, moving silently among the leave litter and on lower branches. They’ll even bury themselves in the leaves to ambush food. They glean, scratch, and probe the dirt for food, and even hunt near other birds like the Orange-Footed Scrubfowl to catch what they dig up while they feed. Though they are quiet while feeding, the Fernwren will usually sing only in the breeding season - making twee-twee-twee calls to attract mates, though they’ll also make chip-chip calls to contact each other, and also make very loud rasping alarm calls when danger is present.

By Tim, CC BY 2.0

The Fernwren breeds starting in July all the way through February, but mainly nest from October through November. They maintain their nesting territory all year, but make the most amount of sound during the breeding season. Both parents build nests out of moss, roots, sticks, leaves, and lichen, using these materials to form a dome shape near the ground - usually hidden in a hole or fern clump amongst rotting vegetation. They lay two eggs that are white, with red-brown spots; the female incubates the eggs for about a month, and the chicks are then fed for another month by both parents. The birds then stay near where they hatched for their entire lives.

Ecosystem: The Fernwren lives mainly in wet tropical forests, especially very damp and shady gulleys and gorges with a lot of ferns, vines, and thickets. They are usually find at higher elevations, and rarely found at lower ones in drier areas.

Other: This bird is not threatened with extinction, though its restricted range does mean it’s at risk, and its uncommon nature means it’s difficult to assess the risk level of the Fairywren.

~ By Meig Dickson

Sources under the Cut

Gregory, P. (2019). Fernwren (Oreoscopus gutturalis). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

Jobling, J. A. 2010. The Helm Dictionary of Scientific Bird Names. Christopher Helm Publishing, A&C Black Publishers Ltd, London.

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years

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Bird Poison - Chapter 1 -

Aha, it’s finally being worked on!! This is a bird wing AU that’s Emily-centric. So if you like her, please give it a shot. And if she isn’t your favorite character...can you read it anyway please. Anyway, this story goes from zero to a hundred real quickly so buckle up. Things get bad real fast. (Also: blood and gore warning)

Chapter 1

Blue Bird’s Broken Wings

Sometimes bad things just happen to good people. Sometimes fate just has other plans for someone. If Emily would have known this then she would have just stayed inside. Maybe she wouldn’t be in her current situation.

Emily was splendid fairywren in a flock of canaries. Adopted. Thrown out from her own nest and taken pity on by a pullet with golden feathers. Don’t get her wrong, she really appreciated what those two did for her, but sometimes she wondered if she was the reason why they left. She and Haley told everyone they were off traveling when really they had no idea where their parents were. The only thing they left behind were a few fallen yellow feathers on the floor of the living room.

Haley changed ever since her parents left. She doesn’t say it out loud, but she probably blames Emily for it, too. Honestly, she had every right to think that way. She never asked for this blue feathered fledgling to come into her clutch. The two of them were never super close, but this just made them drift apart even further.

Still, despite the growing family issues and nagging sadness, Emily made an effort to stay happy. She put on a persona and wore it everyday. The other people in the town knew her as the bubbly wren with kinda weird hobbies, but was still charming nonetheless.

Well, until it happened.

It was the end of summer. Fall was right around the corner. Emily ventured into the forest to soak up she last of the sun rays. She spread her sapphire blue wings and breathed out a sigh of bliss. This always felt amazing. It was like rolling around in molten gold.

Rustling snapped her out of her trance. Deer jumped out of the underbrush and rushed right past Emily, causing her to jump away and fall on her back. Her wings thrusted outwards in surprise and she laughed before realizing the odd behavior of the animals. Deer normally didn’t run towards a person. They ran away.

Emily pushed herself up and brushed herself off, ruffling out her feathers to rid them of any dirt. She was still pondering why the deer were acting so weirdly when she heard it. The squeaking.

Curious and concerned, she tiptoed forward and peeked through the brush. There, a few feet away, was a deer lying in a pool of its own blood. Its stomach was ripped open, but it was still alive, like whatever had killed it wasn’t interested in eating at the moment. The sight made Emily feel bad for the poor thing, but also a little nervous.

What did this? When she found out, she wished she had just ran off with the rest of the herd.

Growling came to the left. A tall, bulky creature emerged from its hiding spot in the trees, perching on a branch with long, curved talons. It had molted grey skin and bug-like eyes. Multiple rows of teeth poked out of its maw, dripping with some kind of creamy fluid. The barb at the end of its tail was just as menacing as its seven-inch claws. With it noticed Emily, it hisses lowly.

WingEaters. A human’s natural enemy. From the name, these monsters eat a person’s wings to gain some of their own. They were ruthless, bloodthirsty predators that stop at nothing to feed.

Emily flung her wings open but it was too late; the monster was upon her. There’s a terrible pain- everything goes black when she hits that tree. Emily wakes up on the ground.

No. Wait. Waking up implied she was in a bed, at home, safe.

Emily came to.

She’s lying face-down in the ground, mouth full of dirt. There’s a metallic tang in her tongue- she’s frothing red at the lips.

Emily lifts her head up and coughs out gritty clots of scarlet. She sees the WingEater hunched over a few feet away, distracted by something. This was her only chance to get away so she crawls. She crawls until she could finally force herself to stand up and run.

She staggered into town square. Jodi screams. Multiple people scream. Marnie is shielding Jas’ eyes- but why? Emily’s knees are wobbling and her vision keeps blurring with a blizzard of white. She can’t focus on anything. She attempted to speak, to ask what was wrong, but only blood floods out. Deliriously, she dabs her fingertips against her lips and stare in bewilderment when they came back red, like she was just now noticing her body violently ejecting its own fluids. Out of the corner of her eye she notices Sam sprint somewhere- where was he going?

Emily couldn’t follow, couldn’t ask what was going on. Her legs give out. She drops into a pool of her own blood.

It wasn’t the deer that WingEater was eating.

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The Flightless. That’s what people who have lost their ability to fly are called. That’s what Emily is now sorted into.

Harvey, Mary, and Demetrius (he was called in to help) spent three hours trying to stabilize Emily. Eventually, they got the bleeding to stop- that’s a lot of blood for one body- and stitched up the gash, but nothing could bring back the wing that was ripped off.

Emily would never fly again.

When she woke up, she cried. Emily shivered and sobbed and had bad panic attacks. The anguish was blinding- the pain was worse. Even with the antibiotics, she was overwhelmed by white hot agony that seared up through her back, ripping her apart from the inside out.

Her world was crashing down.

She hadn’t realized the damage at first. She was in a severe state of shock when she came hobbling into town, clothing drenched in her own blood. People who had witnessed it said she looked extremely dazed and completely out-of-it, unaware of the gore she was soaked in, unaware that her back was spitting like a spigot. She just kept asking herself why. Why her? Why did this have to happen to her? What did she ever do?

When she was released from the medical center, Emily went home and lied in her bed for six days. For six days she suffered. She didn’t eat, barely drank anything. Haley had to basically force just about everything down her throat.

Haley...

Why did she only take responsibility when something bad has happened?

Regardless, her help was appreciated. When Emily suffered horribly during the fifth night, she was there.

That was the worst part.

Haley wasn’t too sure what woke her up exactly. All she knew is that something made her get out of bed and walking into the living room. Light was sleeping in from the bathroom. Inside, Emily was on her hands and knees, panting heavily, clutching fistfuls of the shaggy shower carpet. Her shirt was discarded in the sink, revealing her milky-yellow, sweat-soaked flesh and the ugly scar on her back. She didn’t look to be comfortable in the slightest, as her muscles were contracting violently and her bra strap appeared to be digging into taut her skin. Not that she had the energy to wrestle with the clasp right now, though.

“Emily?” Haley called out, standing in the doorway.

She saw her sister’s entire body tense up. Emily is trying not to move but she’s trembling too badly.

“Em?” Haley tried again, “You okay? What’s wrong?”

She wasn’t okay. Of course she wasn’t okay- what kind of question was that?

Haley slowly walked over and knelt down, setting a hand on the small of her sister’s back. She could feel her shivering, along with her spasming muscles underneath her damp skin. It caused Emily to jump a little, but she didn’t scamper away. Haley thinks she doesn’t have the energy to.

“How long have you been like this?” Haley asked. She’s making an effort not to look in the toilet, as she’s sure her sister has already exhausted herself by emptying her stomach into it.

“I....ah...hours?” Emily meekly replied with slurred words. Her voice was weak and hoarse.

Hours? Guilt pools in the back of Haley’s throat.

Emily lifts her head and shudders. A painful spasm ripped through her remaining wing and her response to it was by slamming her forehead into the toilet seat. Haley’s heart clenched a little when she realized she was probably trying to knock herself out.

...Did it really hurt that much?

“Don’t do that,” The canary chided softly, slipping her hand down to lift Emily’s head up. The answer she got was an incoherent mumble that morphed into a tight whimper.

“H-Haley-“

“It’s alright. Just get it out of your system. I’m going to go wake up Harvey and-“

Emily grabbed Haley by the wrist, holding on with a death grip. She didn’t look at her, too humiliated to make eye contact, but still refused to be alone like this. Thank the gods her sister understood so she didn’t have to pathetically mewl it out loud.

“Okay. I’m staying. I won’t go anywhere.”

Emily wanted to thank her, she really did, but bile rose up in her throat and she gathered enough energy to push herself up to avoid throwing up all over herself.

Haley holds her hair out of the way, rubbing her hand gently across the top of her back. Her fingers trail down and pushed up the clasp of Emily’s bra to look at the gash it was pressing into.

“Ho, Jesus, Em this- I can see why you’re in here.”

No wonder Emily decided to take off her shirt. The edges looked raw from the material constantly rubbing against it, practically glowing neon pink. Dried blood and pus crusted over the stitches, which were straining to simply hold the wound together. Her back had become a labyrinth of purple and yellow- the pain she must have been in was unfathomable.

“Shouldn’t this be wrapped up? Did Harvey not bandage it? I swear to god I’m going to shove a broomstick so far up his-“

Emily’s small whimper halted Haley and she shut her mouth.

“No, he- I-“ She coughed and then wheezed.

“Don’t speak.” Haley shushed her gently, “We’ll worry about that later. For now- Em, I’m going to try and wrap this. It might be a little more comfortable.”

Emily doesn’t have the energy to resist. Simply being a foot away from her sister right now was disagreeable, so she was just happy to be around someone, even in these circumstances.

She finally looked up when Haley grabbed some things from the cabinets. There was deep shame in her eyes. She immediately pressed against the canary when she knelt down again.

“Here, try lying down, okay? Just get comfortable.”

Emily obliged and lays down with her burning forehead against Haley’s lap. She folds her wing around her bare arms, trying to get warmer.

“This is going to sting a little.”

Emily wasn’t expecting antiseptic. Her spine arched and she howled at the burning sensation.

Pressing down harder, Haley uses her other hand to brush back her sister’s bangs, hoping to help soothe her. When she lifts the towel, its covered in a thin film the color of rust. Emily whimpers into her folded thighs, curling up like an injured cat.

Suddenly, the bell rang, causing Emily to flinch a little. Haley untangled herself and stands up.

“I’ll be right back.”

Haley answers the front door, noticing that it was 3:30 in the morning when she passed by the digital clock. Jodi was standing out on the stoop, a concerned look on her face.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, her song sparrow wings opening and closing slowly, “We heard a scream.”

Haley noticed Sam and Vincent looking out from their porch.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” She said, “I was just helping Emily clean her back.”

Jodi nodded.

“If you two ever need anything just ask.”

“We will.”

Haley went back to the bathroom to find Emily sitting up, her fingernails dug in her knees. She looked up and then immediately glanced away. Haley embraced her and, in the midst of all the mayhem and pain, the sisters share a quiet moment.

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Emily recovered, but she didn’t get better. Not psychologically. That’s why Harvey prescribed her antidepressants. She didn’t think they worked.

Still, she eventually forced herself to get up. Even when it felt like someone had just ripped out her spine and proceeded to beat her to a pulp with it, she hauled her body off to the saloon to work. Somebody had to pay the bills.

Without her other wing, though, her balance was completely thrown off. When she dropped a glass for the third time that evening, Gus finally sent her home to rest. Instead of doing that, Emily dragged herself to the forest. She wasn’t in control of her body.

Guided by the light from the sunset, Emily stumbled upon a shack tucked in a circle of dense trees. She heard the rattle of metal from inside and stupidly decided to check it out.

A WingEater. It wasn’t the one who had attacked her, this one was much smaller. Its skin was iridescent green and black, like the color of a fly. Lime tinted bug eyes blinked and antenna twitched around in the air. Unlike the other beast, this one is dressed in some kind of flesh-colored smock. It looks leathery, with smears of red and brown staining the material. Protective metal clasps linked around the limbs. They had to be some kind of ceremonial garbs; who knew monsters and a sense of fashion. Chains were locked around the wrists.

Emily stared for a long time and then laughed harshly.

“Look at this. Trapped. On the ground. Like me.”

She walked up to it, grabbing a sharp rock for a weapon. The WingEater reels back into the corner.

“Your kind ruined my life.” The girl growled lowly. She raised her arm and the rock came down on the chains. “Go do the same thing to someone else. I don’t want to be the only one like this.”

She bashed the chains, yelling and snarling as tears poured down her face. Eventually, they broke apart. Emily stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. The carnivorous monster stared up at her in bewilderment.

“Go!” Emily cried. “Go fuck up another person’s life! It’s all you creatures know how to do!”

The WingEater skitters by and jumped into the air. In the light of the sun’s descent, the feathers of a lilac-breasted roller shined beautifully in the background of twilight.