A white kiwi. Hundreds of spectators awaited a glimpse of the rare white kiwi at New Zealand's Pukaha sanctuary. The bird is held sacred by the country's indigenous Maori people.
Photograph: Mike Heydon/AFP/Getty Images
Montezuma quail (Cyrtonyx montezumae), at Ash Canyon. They are not uncommon here, but still rarely seen. As much as I love the clownish faces of the males, I think the females (center photo) are more beautiful still, with a color pattern that makes them almost invisible as they move through the grasses.
At the Ash Canyon Bird Sanctuary, Southeastern Arizona Bird Observatory, Cochise County, Arizona.
Etymology note, from the Cornell lab: “Montezuma quail have long, sickle-shaped claws on each toe that are about half again the length of the foot. It uses these claws for digging up bulbs, tubers, and invertebrates. Montezuma quail’s genus, Cyrtonyx, comes from the Greek words for bent (kurtus) and claw (onux). Pits in the soil more than an inch deep are a sign that these birds are foraging in the area.”
Does Zapdos use Spark's voice or does it change? I imagine it's the same because people can't tell them apart, but his expressions and speech are so different from each other I can't help using two voices for them. Like Spark sounds really upbeat and expressive and then Zapdos sounds like Anthony Hopkins.
No, it doesn’t change, and they’ve been bonded so long that they really do blur into each other like that (Zapdos has picked up traits from Spark as well). But most of the time you can still tell who’s who, hopefully the art helps with that lol.
Kinda figured Spark would be all casual and stuff, while Zapdos is mostly deliberate with everything - he talks like he knows people will listen to him, or he talks like he’s narrating a documentary. Same thing.
Alexis and I walked out the studio to go to lunch today.... to find a little bird struggling to fly and basically nearly fell into our laps.
I held it for a bit until it felt better and it would try to fly again.... but it kept circling back and smacking itself into the window of the building. His last attempt damn near knocked him out. Thankfully, he didn’t break anything, he was still moving but his eyes wouldn’t open and he was gripping my finger really tight. Probably badly concussed. Got worried.
So for lunch, we ended up bringing the wee little nuthatch to the nearest sanctuary. Poor thing