#yellow throated toucan

[birdblues]

Leucistic Yellow-throated Toucan

#yellow throated toucan #toucan #leucism #Ramphastos ambiguus #Piciformes #Ramphastidae #Ramphastos #bird #upl

[stickynotebirds]

297. Yellow-throated Toucan

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[lowcountry-gothic]

Yellow-throated toucan (Ramphastos ambiguus), Esquipulas Rainforest, San José, Naranjito, Costa Rica. Photo by Agustín Murillo Viquez.

#agustín murillo viquez #costa rica #tropical #birds #toucans #yellow-throated toucan

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Yellow-throated Toucan (Ramphastos ambiguus)

(Photo by Mark Jarrett)

Conservation Status- Near Threatened

Habitat- Southern Central America; Northern South America

Size (Weight/Length)- 61 cm; 700 g

Diet- Fruits; Small lizards; Insects

Cool Facts- Despite the yellow-throated toucan’s bill size, they’re unable to crack nuts. Instead, these toucans eat almost exclusively soft fruits. Having one of the largest bills in relation to their body size, yellow-throated toucans use this magnificent beak to attract mates and better choose the ripest fruits. Other scientists believe the beak helps to keep the toucan cool while facing the heat of the jungle. During the mating seasons, females hole themselves up inside hollow tree trunks to incubate her eggs while her doting mate brings her and the chicks food.

Rating- 12/10 (Monogamous but only for a single breeding season.)

#Animal of the day #Animals #Birds #Toucan #Thursday #December 15 #Yellow-throated toucan #biology #science #conservation #the more you know

[atamagaitai]

white-throated toucan (Ramphastos tucanus) by Mariana Moreira

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

Yellow-throated Toucan, Costa Rica.

Photographer: Josh Miller

#josh miller #photographer #yellow-throated toucan #toucan #bird photography #costa rica #nature

[iicraft505]

Yellow-throated toucan (Ramphastos ambiguus)

TK

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[a-dinosaur-a-day]

#toucan #dinosaurs #birds #birblr #what's this dinosaur #polls

[v-spicata]

Yellow-Throated Toucan

Little sketch trying to practice perspective. Man, turns out some of this art stuff is really difficult.

I also thought I'd came up with an interesting way of doing leaves by dabbing small dots then blending them in with water but the end result was basically just slow and awkward stippling with extra steps. Oh well, some things work, some things don't, I try and learn from all of them.

#nature #art #watercolor #wildlife #my art #natureillustration #birds #toucan

[nostalgiaforinfinity]

Toucans, you guys. Toucans!

The yellow-throated toucan, to be more exact. Saw these guys in Drake Bay, Costa Rica, July 2022.

#photographers on tumblr #original photography #toucans #wildlife photography #wildlife #birds #costa rica #wild

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🦚Send in a number + Character and I'll draw them in an outfit based on that bird🦚

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[lowcountry-gothic]

Yellow-throated toucan (Ramphastos ambiguus), Esquipulas Rainforest, San José, Naranjito, Costa Rica. Photo by Agustín Murillo Viquez.

#agustín murillo viquez #costa rica #tropical #birds #toucans #yellow-throated toucan

[pedropascalito]

Dora the Explorer

- Pedro as a Patagonian puma

- John Leguizamo as an Andean Condor as they are the national animal of Colombia

- Cote de Pablo as an Chilean flamingo

- Shakira as a Yellow Throated toucan

- Ricky Martin as a Coqui frog

❤️

#pedro pascal #ask #dora the explorer

[riflewounds]

Whumptober, day 2 | Nowhere To Run (cornered, confrontation)

Cw: abusive relationship, posessive whumper

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The sky glowed with those wonderful hues of purple and orange.

A little over half past six in the evening. It's been a good day today.

Fuchs told him to have some time for himself. To relax, unwind, do whatever he needed to do.

It was almost suspicious, the way his boss said all those things. The strange grin twisted the younger man's lip as he stared his gunman up and down. Something predatory twinkled in the man's eyes, but Durant - naively - paid it little mind.

What's the worst that could happen?

He trusted him. After all, wouldn't his boss have the best intentions in mind for him?

Durant turned the corner, long legs carrying him down a smaller street. Plenty of tall buildings, separated by thin, dark alleys.

He had a gun on him. If anything were to happen, he could fight his way out of it, tooth and nail.

Unless... unless he asked for it.

He passed by a deli or two. Then a fancy bar. He paused in front of it, studying the lit sign, but ultimately his interest faded. Too high-brow for him. He didn't need to be reminded of the weird fucks he worked for some years back. A good number of them seemed to love these fancy cocktail lounges, where even the cheapest drinks ran in the double digits and a laughable amount of french fries cost upwards of six dollars.

But the caviar and pork were suspiciously cheap.

And the wine had a strange aftertaste that reminded him of... a lot of things.

So he moved on, in search of some cheaper establishment. Those seemed to be honest, never lying about what they were. They didn't try to mask their rancid stink with fancy flowers or beautiful architecture. No, they proudly displayed their blackboard signs, touting their shit beer was cheaper than water. And they weren't lying, one large beer came in at half the price of a small bottle of water.

He kept pacing, heading through progressively shadier streets.

Until one sign caught his eye. It was colorful, shades of pink, blue, purple and yellow, big green-yellow lettering stating 'TOUCAN CLUB'.

And he went in.

Cheap cigarettes and tropical cocktails. He could pick out a faint trace of a tequila sunset among the dense sea of overwhelming scents. Maybe he should have that instead of his usual order of whatever was closest to whiskey on the rocks. He didn't particularly care about what they put in it, just that it was strong, burned his throat, and distracted him long enough to relax.

But the atmosphere beckoned him to try something else for a change. The dim colorful light, neon signs of toucans sitting on branches, they even had potted palms scattered around the bar to make it feel even more tropical.

He stopped in front of a big poster listing the drink menu.

Nothing out of the cocktail section caught his eye. He moved on to the special section, a selection of cocktails made only at this establishment, and nowhere else. They were all toucan themed, but there was one that sounded interesting. The Toucan Secret.

This one was based on white rum and orange juice, with some pineapple juice and a dash of dragonfruit. But the ingredients also mentioned sugar, kiwis, lime, everclear, and a 'secret blend'. Who knows how potent this would be.

But his curiosity got the better of him, Durant waltzed up to the bar, ordered this toucan-themed concoction, and sat his eager rear on the bar stool.

It took a few minutes, but he was a patient man. In his line of work, he wouldn't have gotten this far if he was an impatient little shit. He passed time by studying those colorful toucans. The lights were pretty, pink and yellow went surprisingly well together, molding into a red gradient where their colors met.

A mesmerizing image, one he was broken out of with the sound of glass against lacquered wood. "The Toucan's Secret, sir."

Before him sat a tall glass, much like the ones used for Long Island Iced Teas. It even had a green straw and a little pink parasol stuck in a chunk of pineapple lazily floating on top.

And it wasn't even that expensive.

It didn't take long for someone to notice him. He practically glowed with such a flamboyant drink on his hands. And as this stranger approached, Durant looked him up and down. Tall, he wouldn't call him handsome, but there was something about the way he carried himself that caught his fancy.

Durant sipped away at his drink. The pineapple juice nibbled at his tongue, tiny invisible saw teeth stripping the outermost layers of his tongue. The sugar and orange juice gave the cocktail its smoothness, and the dash of kiwi and dragonfruit left a nice sweet-sour aftertaste. He couldn't really feel the alcohol in there, save for the warmth spreading through his chest.

Overall, he was happy with his choice.

He took another long sip as the stranger sat down, briefly glanced at the lone gunman before he turned to the barman with those magic words: "I'll have what he's having."

Oh no. Durant knew this little dance. He's seen it before, been a part of it before. Wanted to engage in this little tango again.

They hit it off. Had a little chat. Things turned spicy, with the gunman forced against the cold tiled wall, giggling like a little child with a grin spanning half his face. Consensual violence.

He didn't recall most of what had transpired, on the account of his head slamming into the wall multiple times. Thankfully nothing broke, but his head throbbed with that nasty sickening headache and looking at lit street lamps sent waves of stabbing pain throughout his skull. But he could still walk.

Well, mostly. His legs ached, especially his thighs, and badly. But it was all in good fun, it was the good pain he sought out once in a while, not the bad pain he tried to avoid at all costs.

He still had that satisfied smile as he stumbled out of the Toucan club. The nice warm, fuzzy feeling radiated from his depths, rose up to his head and he tipped his head back for a moment, sending him reeling.

Okay, he definitely had a concussion. Combine that with alcohol (just one drink, but it was a hefty one, who knows how potent, too), and he had quite a powder keg on his hands.

He'll be fiiine. He always was, given enough rest.

But he didn't have time. The sun was setting and it was almost dark, and he had time until midnight to haul ass home.

Home. As if some dingy, moist hole in the wall was a home. No. It was one of Fuchs' hideouts, a web of strategically placed vacant apartments scattered across most cities. An expensive operation to maintain, but there always was a home (or three) wherever they went.

Durant traced quite a path through the town, killing time, trying to sober up a bit before he headed back. The concussion was enough of an issue on its own, he didn't need to get home drunk, too. 

He wound up settling in a park, sprawling across an old bench. The wood caught against his creased clothes, a mainstream combination of a dark cotton shirt, black suit jacket and dark chinos, brought together with a simple cloth belt with a toothed buckle, and dark brown leather moccasins. Maybe excessively formal for this part of town, but inconspicuous enough to blend in with the crowds. The gunman sat there in the park, head craned back, resting against the hardwood strips. It wasn't particularly pleasant, but he's slept in worse places. Spending a few minutes resting on a shitty park bench was always loads better than sleeping on cold granite floors of a train station. And then scrambling before the guard set on beating the everliving shit out of him if he didn't leave.

He didn't like to reminisce about his time between jobs. Living on next to no money, unable to even get a motel room for the night. Raiding delis and gas stations to even get by, then skipping town just so the cops wouldn't get their grubby little hands on him.

And he got good at running. Running from the law, the people he pissed off, his previous employers, and himself.

Some time later, he noted how the cold was slowly creeping through his clothes. Maybe it was time to move.

Durant slowly got up to his feet. The world didn't spin as he moved, maybe he'd recovered enough to continue on home.

And so he walked. Away from the park, next to some small river, down a suburban street and then another. Suburban houses gave way to low apartment buildings, five, six stories tall at most. Blocs upon blocs of the same brown brick buildings, separated by thin alleyways.

He turned left, a second to last turn before he finally got home. 

There was a hand at his throat, pulling him into the alley next to him. Durant went for his gun, fingers almost wrapped around the grip, when he caught a glimpse of the man's eyes. He barely got a sound out before the man's hand cinched at his windpipe and steered him back-first into the nearest wall with more force than necessary. Durant's head met the brick with a dull thud, bright sprites dancing across his vision as sounds slowly came back to focus.

"I don't think you've listened to me, puppy," the man hissed through clenched teeth, "I thought I've made myself clear."

He tried to remember how his tongue worked among the thick buzz in his head.

"And yet you didn't listen!"

The hand at his neck yanked at him, threw him off balance before it tossed his confused body to the ground.

He recognized the silhouette, long lanky limbs, messy dark hair, eyes full of some strange predatory instinct. "Fuchs?"

"Oh so now you've found your words," his boss mocked, kneeling beside the gunman, "Tony."

His lizard brain screamed at him to get up, but then Fuchs' hand was at his collarbone, just resting there, thumb stroking the gunman's shirt.

He wouldn't get up. It wasn't the right decision.

Durant felt how his ribcage grew and shrank under his boss' hand.

"Tell me, puppy. What did I tell you about hanging around other men without my approval?"

"To mind my own business," Durant replied, a slight terrified tremble to his voice.

"That's right. And what did you do?"

God, what should he say? The cat's out of the bag and it wouldn't go back in. Durant sucked in a tense breath.

"I went against my word."

"You'll have to make this up to me."

The gunman was afraid he'd utter those words. That this fucker needed his ego stroked with Durant squirming on the floor under him, scratching at the carpet and screaming, begging to be let go. He just hoped it would go quick this time but... he had a hunch it wouldn't.

"Now get up. We'll talk when we get home."

#whumptober2022 #no.2 #nowhere to run #cornered #confrontation #OC #fic #abusive relationship #possessive whumper

[naturemanmike]

Yellow-throated Toucans photographed at @fincabellavida_cr. I have more new birds to post, but I couldn't resist posting this photo! 😊 😍 #nature_worldwide_birds #bird_captures #your_best_birds #earthcapture #yellowthroatedtoucan #eye_spy_birds #allmightybirds #birds_fanatic #birdsofinstagram #planetbirds #ip_birds #yourphotographer #birdselite #bestshotz_birds #birds_illife #total_birds #best_birds_of_world #raw_birds #birds_perfection #bbcearth #bestbirdshots #toucans #birdfreaks #nuts_about_birds #sigmaphoto #bird_brilliance #birds_adored #best_birds_of_ig #best_birds_photography #costarica (at Costa Rica) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chw7lxWAivS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[dudewhoabides]

Photographer: Mike Melton

Yellow-throated Toucan