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Stranger Things
occasionally subtle

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if i look back, i am lost
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
dirt enthusiast
RMH

Janaina Medeiros

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shark vs the universe

Acquired Stardust
Sade Olutola

Discoholic đŞŠ
Claire Keane

çĽćĽ / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
Jules of Nature
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[-293] cold iron always did disagree with changelings

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poem 1 , 2025
Pajaros en el poste, carretera a Guanajuato, Mexico, Photo by Graciela Iturbide, 1990
The World Has Need of You Ellen Bass
âThe best thing for anthropocentric dread, for individual anguish, for heartbreak, for illness, is interrupting your individuality. When you cannot walk, cannot move, cannot leave your bed you do not need to find a tree or landscape or butterfly to be. You can be a mote of dust. A potato bug vaulting across the room. The ten fungal spores that scintillate in each one of your inhalations. The anarchic bacterial legacy that melted into your very molecular makeup. The yellowjacket tapping his armored body against the closed window. Sometimes the answer is not to problematize your wounding, but to slip through it like a doorway into otherness. Other minds. Other types of anguish. Other animals and insects going extinct. Birds singing out courtship songs to mates that will never arrive.â
â Sophie Strand, The Birth of The Flowering Wand

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Kat Lyons (American, 1991) - The Snake Bird (2025)
Antique enamel painted gold swallow pendant
jennifer cantwell, 2011
âthe recording is of a blackbird in my garden in the north of scotland. the idea of the piece is that it's a letter home from a migrated bird, telling the family of its new life and making the connection between the migrant and the homeland.â - jennifer cantwell

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âMy brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the worldâŚâ
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.
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Iâve Been Thinking about Love Again Vievee Francis
I found him on the porch that morning, sipping cold coffee, watching a crow dip down from the power line, into the pile of black bags stuffed in the dumpster where he pecked and snagged a can tab, then carried it off, clamped in his beak like the key to a room only he knew about. My father turned to me then, taking in the reek of my smoke, traces of last nightâs eyeliner I decided not to wipe off this time. Out late was all he said. And then smiled, rubbing the small of my back through the robe for a while, before heading inside, letting the storm door click softly shut behind him. Later, when I stepped into the kitchen again, I saw it waiting there on the table: a glass of orange juice he had poured for me and left sweating in a patch of sunlight so bright I couldnât touch it at first.
â James Crews, âTelling My Fatherâ
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In the middle of jumping a fence,
Late one summer night,
I scan my surroundings
To see if anyone is watching
Narrowly avoiding
A large barn owl in all her glory,
Screeching, swooping,
Flying straight for me
And I wish she would have
Sunk into me with her talons,
Took me high up in the sky,
And made me her owlet
To fly away in her clutches,
Bring me to her nest,
Even if all it was for
Was to tear me to shreds
To pick me apart in death
It's just that my feet are awfully tired
Of all this running,
No where to go, nowhere to call home,
Always trying to get away from something
But I am no bird,
No matter how I try,
I'm just a girl,
And you wonder why I cry
@nosebleedclub March 18th - Owlet
It was never a common species, the blue-grey warbler that locals called the jack pine bird. A belated discovery among American birds, it was undescribed by science until the mid 19th centuryâand then, known only on the basis of a single specimen. The bird's wintering grounds in the Caribbean would eventually fulfill the demands of collectors and museums, but the intricacies of its lifecycle remained a mystery for decades, the first nest only found in 1903. As the already-rare bird became rarer, people could only guess at why. There were just so few birds to look for, their breeding habitat inscrutable amidst the dense, impassable woodland of their Midwestern home. The one clue was the most apparent thing about the bird: its affinity with the jack pine (Pinus banksiana).
Over time, more nests were foundânot in the eponymous trees, as might be expected for a songbird, but on the ground at their feet. Data points converged, leading to the realization that not only did the bird nest almost exclusively in proximity to the scrubby pines, but only utilized trees that fell within a specific range: new growth, between five and fifteen feet tall, with branches that swept shelteringly close to the ground. Subsequently, it would be noticed that the greatest volume of specimen collection for the bird had corresponded with years in which historically significant wildfires had impacted the Midwestâfires that, for decades afterwards, had been staunchly suppressed. The pieces fell into place, like jack pine seeds, whose cones open only under the heat of a blaze.
With the bird's total population having dwindled to the low hundreds, a program of prescribed burns, clearcutting, and replanting was instituted, with many acres of land purchased and devoted to the preservation and maintenance of suitable breeding habitat. Concurrently, efforts were made to protect the vulnerable bird against brood parasitism by the brown-headed cowbird.
When the first federal list of protected species was put forward in 1966, the name of the small grey warbler was inscribed beside birds such as the Kauai ĘťĹʝŠand the Dusky Seaside Sparrow.
The ĘťĹĘťĹ, last of the genus Moho, would be removed from the list in 2023 due to extinction, after thirty-six years without a sighting.
The endling Dusky Seaside Sparrow, a male named Orange Band, would die of old age in captivity in 1987, with his species being delisted three years later.
in 2019, fifty-two years after the creation of the Endangered Species Protection Act, the name of Kirtland's warbler, too, was removed from the list: it had been determined that, with a population now numbering nearly 5000, the jack pine bird could be considered safely stable.
Conservationists continue to work to preserve the breeding habitat of Kirtland's Warbler in the midwestern US, as well as its winter roosts in the Bahamas and neighboring islands (though selective logging has replaced actual burning in recent years, due to the dangers posed by unpredictable fires). It's the kind of effort that it takes to undo the damage we've caused to the planet and its creaturesâthe kind of hope that we need, to not give up on them, or on ourselves.
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The title of this piece is Prescribed Burn (Kirtland's Warbler). It is traditional gouache on 18x24" watercolor paper, and is part of my series Conservation Pieces, which focuses on efforts made to save critically endangered birds from extinction.