Warbler Showdown; Bracket 8, Poll 1
Blue-winged Warbler (Vermivora cyanoptera)
IUCN Rating: Least Concern
Range: migratory; Eastern US makes up most of the breeding range, with heavy concentrations in Appalachia, Wisconsin, and Missouri; overwinters in southern Mexico and Central America, down to Costa Rica.
Habitat: breeds in early to mid-successional habitat, with patches of dense, herbaceous growth and some tree cover. Their range has expanded thanks to abandoned farmland and clear-cut forests becoming more popular in northern states. Overwinters in humid or semihumid evergreen and semideciduous forests and their edges, but is otherwise poorly understood in habitat choice.
Subspecies: none
Golden-winged Warbler (Vermivora chrysoptera)
IUCN Rating: Near Threatened
Range: migratory; breeding range now heavily restricted to northern Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Michigan, with other populations occurring in southern Ontario and northern New York. Overwinters in Central America, from very Southern Mexico to the northern edge of Colombia.
Habitat: prefers clear cuts with very little canopy cover but high herbaceous cover, also seeming to prefer wetter habitats than the Blue-winged Warbler. Overwinters in similar habitat, though they're more likely to use forested areas.
Subspecies: none
Image Sources: Blue (Luke Seitz) Golden (Austin Groff)
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Blue Birds of Happiness
Blue is an extra-fun color for birds to be, because, as you may have heard, it is not created by a pigment. Blue feathers (and the blue scales on butterfly wings, and the blue irises of some humans) are structural, meaning that the color is created by the physical properties of the living tissue, which are arranged in such a way that they reflect the short wavelengths of blue light. Often this is paired with a dark pigment which absorbs other colors of light and makes the blue 'pop'. Look at all the tints and shades they can make!
Mountain bluebird
2. Himalayan bluetail
3. Blue nuthatch
4. Blue jay
5. Indigo bunting
6. Great blue turaco
7. Tree swallow
8. Ultramarine flycatcher
9. Hyacinth macaw
10. Glaucous-blue grosbeak
11. Belted kingfisher
12. Blue dacnis
13. Taiwan blue-magpie
14. Shining honeycreeper
15. Siberian blue robin
16. Blue whistling-thrush
17. African blue flycatcher
18. White-throated magpie jay
19. Black-naped monarch
20. Blue paradise flycatcher
21. Cerulean warbler
22. Woodland kingfisher
23. Indian peafowl
24. Little blue heron
25. Philippine fairy-bluebird
26. Pinyon jay
27. Blackish-blue seedeater
28. Plum-throated cotinga
29. Deep-blue flowerpiercer
30. Blue coua
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I am on Spring break so I finally get to focus on birding again! Today's birds:
Little blue heron
Black vulture
Great egret
Sandhill crane
Mourning dove
Cattle egret
Great blue heron
Anhinga
Double crested cormorant
Red winged Blackbird
Limpkin
Wood stork
White ibis
Muskovy duck
Boat-tailed grackle
American crow
American coot
Common gallinule
Common grackle
Glossy ibis
Palm warbler
Common grackle
Osprey
American purple gallinule
Wood duck
Red shouldered hawk
Pied billed grebe
Royal tern
Eastern Phoebe
Roseate spoonbill
Black-bellied Whistling duck
Tricolor heron
Northern harrier
Yellow rumped warbler
Tree swallow
Swallow tailed kite
Ring billed gull
Turkey vulture
Little blue heron
Mallard
White pelican
Red eyed vireo
Mulard
Pekin x Mallard Hybrid (there was this fascinating flock of ducks consisting of mallards, feral pekins, muskovy ducks, mulards (muskovy x mallard hybrid), and Pekin/mallard hybrids)
Feral American pekin
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Worth the Wait
— a @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - “Hour of Denial”
Characters: Kheel, Genli, Link, Amali, (background: Notts, Kotts, Cree.)
Set very vaguely after the Warbler’s Nest questline, and before Kass returns to Rito Village.
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"This is taking forever," lamented Kheel, dropping her head on her wings and staring morosely at the stove in the centre of the communal kitchen. Her sisters had scattered back to their chores with the exception of Genli, who was fluttering at the scary-faced Hylian guy's heels while he washed up, asking question after question about the recipe he'd picked out: Wheat and butter and eggs and rich golden honey, and a strange blend of spices that even Mom hadn't recognised. It made the kitchen smell sooooo good, and waiting for it to be ready was taking so long. Surely one little sniff wouldn't be the end of the world...?
But when she sidled closer and laid a wing on the lid covering the pot, Genli let out a shriek and rushed over to bat her away. "No!" her middle sister shouted. "You can't lift the lid while it's still cooking, you'll ruin it!"
"It's almost been an hour," Kheel pointed out, aggrieved, but she dropped the argument when Genli puffed up her chest in preparation to holler. Genli could shout loudest of anyone when she put her mind to it.
Once satisfied that Kheel had backed off, Genli returned to pestering the Hylian swordsman. Kheel stared at the pot and counted down the minutes until the lid could be taken off.
Mom came into the kitchen just as Mr Swordsman picked up a hawthorn skewer. "Is it ready then, Link?" she asked, a smile lighting up her eyes.
Behind her, Notts and Kotts and Cree were all jostling for a better look, none of them wanting to be left out.
Mr Swordsman gave them one of his tiny closed-mouth smiles before gesturing for them all to stay back. He lifted the lid on the pot, and a rush of steam and scent came wafting out. Kheel tried to creep closer, though Mom noticed and put out a wing to stop her. Mom's other wing was on Genli's shoulder, holding her back too.
The swordsman pricked the pot's contents with the skewer, withdrew it, and studied it closely. Then he nodded to himself and gripped the sides of the pot, using a thick, padded piece of fabric to shield his hands as he lifted it down to the reed mat that protected the floor from scorching. With its lid off, Kheel caught a glimpse of the pot's contents and the strange sweet bread-cake the swordsman had opted to make. It looked almost as good as it smelled, and it smelled like the warming scent of pine cones on a hot fire in winter, a smell so wonderful that Kheel could just sit there sniffing it for hours and be content.
Genli darted out from under Mom's wing and tugged on the swordsman's arm. "Hey, hey, we can try it now, right?"
The swordsman's eyes did that little flickering thing. Mom chuffed a laugh and came to his rescue.
"Let it cool first," she said, over Genli's sound of frustration.
Notts and Kotts and Cree jostled forwards; they were chirping all the same questions Genli had asked earlier, so Kheel tuned them out -- until her middle sister's dismayed voice rose through the chatter: "Ehhhh? A day? We have to leave it for a day?"
The swordsman turned the sweet bread-cake onto a platter and put it up on a shelf, nodding a reply to Genli's question as he did so.
"Aww, but I was looking forward to trying it..."
He paused and glanced towards Kheel and her mom. It was really hard to tell what he was thinking, which was why Kheel used to find him kind of scary looking. Except now she was looking closer, the corner of his mouth twitched in a curious way, like he was trying to hold back a smile.
And then he picked that shiny blue thingy off his belt and tapped at its surface some, and from out of it he took a plate that was really, really similar to the one he'd just put up on the shelf...
Mom took the plate from him, which allowed Link his hands back. He spread them wide as if to say, Ta-da!
"Ah! You meanie!" Genli cried, but she was laughing too. "You already made one! Why didn't you say so?"
"Would you have enjoyed it as much if you didn't get to ask so many questions?" asked Mom, pointedly, and Genli huffed.
Between them, Mom and Link portioned up the bread-cake. It was smaller than the one he'd just made, only enough for a little piece each. Mom passed pieces of it around to Kheel and each of her sisters, who tucked in with gusto.
Kheel was slower to start, still distracted by the other bread-cake up on its shelf. Mom started asking questions about the recipe, particularly the reason why it needed to sit for longer, and Link answered her as best he could with a plate of his own balanced in one hand. Kheel didn't know what he was saying, but he and Mom were both smiling like she'd been in on the plot the whole time.
Maybe she had been!
But even if that swordsman was a big meanie sometimes, making them think they had to wait such a long time to try it, the cake really did taste good. It was worth waiting after all.
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