#madarak

Robin (2026)

amikor szorongva figyeled az időjárás-előrejelzést és azt látod, hogy a pár napja még beígért csapadék mennyisége / valószínűsége szééép lassan leapad, ahogy közeledünk időben...

It is what it is. (a tragedy)

Jó, hát akkor itt fogunk élni. (csak hát hogyan)

This is fine. (NOT)

Geci para ez az aszály és nemigen lehet csinálni semmit, csak reménykedni. :T "Vissza a vizet a tájba" - de perpill éppen honnan, basszameg. Azt a tavalyi Duna-árhullámot kellett volna jobban megtartani, mert most már teljesen kiszámíthatatlan a csapadékjárás; kapsz egyszerre többhavit és OSZ'BE.

Ma csináltam meg a(z) MMM-felmérést és abszolút, appszolút lehangoló minden. Igazából szerencsém volt, hogy csak a végére támadt fel a szél, de kavarta a port, mint valami Mad Max-filmben. (megj.: egyik filmet sem láttam) Iciri-piciri napraforgók és kukoricák. Bíbic, my beloved, sehol. :( Persze hol is lenne, tocsogók sehol. Meg en bloc mintha minden madárból kevesebb lett volna (persze össze kéne vetni a régebbi évekkel). Hogyan maradnak egyáltalán életben?! Víz csak a kanálisban (ami még csordogál az alján), meg a faluban, ahol épp locsolnak.

Az egyik megfigyelési pontom egy lovastanyánál van és bazmeg, úgy kellett távcsöveznem a zugokat, hogy találjak egy kurva házi verebet. :( "Amíg lószar is van, veréb is van" és mégis mégsem. Alig akartak mutatkozni. Ez mondjuk nem biztos, hogy csak az aszály, hanem és/vagy a biodiverzitás-krízis. És ha már itt tartunk, miért nincs sordély sem?! Jó, érted, miért is akarok ilyen lukszi dolgot, mint sordély, amikor veréb sincs...

Nagyon nehéz végignézni, amikor a dolgok ilyen vigasztalanul állnak és az embernek nincs is kedve terepre menni; de pont hogy ilyenkor kell megráznunk magunkat, mert akkor is kell adatot gyűjteni - sőt, pont akkor értékes! -, amikor extrém körülmények álltak elő. Dokumentálni a pusztulást / ritkulást. Most pont láttam egy MAP-kihívást, hogy menj ki olyan UTM-négyzetekbe madarászni, ahol 2014 óta nincs új fajlista és pont több is közel esik hozzám - fizikailag meg lelkileg is. Az egyik lefedi a régi kedvenc madarászhelyemet, amikor még amott laktunk és fiatal voltam és lelkes. Persze szívesebben madarásznék buja, zöld, tocsogós körülmények között, de... nem kívánságműsor és ez most fontos és meg kell ragadni, amíg újra van lelkesedésem ha már olyan fiatal nem is vagyok.

u.i. közben találtam GIF-et:

nem tudom hogy megy az ilyen, de szeretne valaki egy madárodú készítő workshopot valamikor szeptember közepe felé? szerzünk deszkát, csavart és egy délután fúrunk, faragunk aztán mindenk elviheti vagy elajándékozza, amit készített.

This is an old fanfiction I’ve written. Wanted to share it here.

How the 4th great ninja war actually ended.

Obito is locked in a fierce battle with Kakashi, Might Guy, and Naruto. The ground is scorched, the air thick with tension and chakra. Suddenly, a storm brews as a chilling pressure fills the battlefield. All heads turn.

Madara Uchiha, in his Edo Tensei glory, walks toward the front lines, the ultimate aura of menace surrounding him. His Rinnegan glows. Everyone braces themselves.

Guy's sweating, “He’s here… Madara Uchiha!”

Naruto tense, “Tch… Just what we needed…”

The music swells… then-

THUNK.

Madara’s foot catches on a jagged rock half-buried in the dirt. His confident stride becomes an awkward stumble as his face slams directly into the ground with a dusty THUD. The battlefield goes silent.

Kakashi blinked in disbelief “…Did he just trip?”

Obito's eyes went wide in horror, “Wait… what?”

Madara lifts his face slowly. There’s a smear of dirt across his cheek. One of his perfectly placed strands of hair is now sticking up like a cowlick.

Madara was internally falling apart, "This never happened. They saw nothing. I am Uchiha Madara, The One and Only"

He tries to stand-but his back spasms. Turns out immortality doesn’t mean invulnerability to bad landings.

Madara groaned, “Ugh… damn rock…”

He’s now on all fours, looking up at everyone- who are completely frozen between awe and total confusion.

“Is… is he okay?” Guy said trying not to laugh.

“Yo Kakashi, should we… help him up?” Naruto whispered.

“I… I don’t know if we should touch him." Kakashi replied.

Madara finally rises with shaky dignity, brushing off dust and trying to realign his aura of doom.

Madara's voice trembled with pride, “This… was a test. To… to show how resilient my body is.”

“He’s never going to live this down…” Obito muttered.

Madara brushed himself off. Dirt still clings to his armor, but he summons his pride, raising his head high. The wind picks up. He slowly steps forward, his chakra flaring again.

Madara gritted his teeth, “Enough distractions… Now, witness true power-”

SPLAT.

A white streak arcs across the sky. A small bird, blissfully unaware of the tension below, drops its payload directly onto Madara’s head. It lands with embarrassing precision on his forehead and slowly drips down his face.

Madara froze, “…”

Naruto's eyes went wide, “Did that bird just-?!”

Guy covered his mouth, “H-Hold it in… hold it in…”

Kakashi was stoic but trembling “We’re in the middle of a war. This isn’t the time… to laugh.”

“This is the best day of my life…” Obito said barely audible.

Madara slowly wipes the offending substance off his face. His hands shake- not from pain or exhaustion, but pure, unfiltered rage.

Madara's voice low and dangerous, “Even the animals mock me now…?”

His chakra flares violently. The ground cracks beneath him, the sky darkens, lightning flickers.

Madara screamed to the heavens, “I AM MADARA UCHIHA!”

The bird, now far in the distance, chirps peacefully.

“Yo, Madara, maybe go back and respawn. You’re kinda falling apart.” Naruto grinned.

Guy gasped for air, “The Great Madara Uchiha… defeated by nature.”

Suddenly Madara raises his hand skyward summoning a massive meteor from the heavens in frustration.

“LET’S SEE A BIRD DODGE THIS!” Madara shouted

The sky darkens. The meteor looms overhead. The battlefield shakes.

The meteor crashes down somewhere in the distance, missing everyone.

Madara was panting, his hair was wild, “That… was just a warning shot.”

He steadies himself, breathing deep, trying to reclaim the cold, terrifying presence he’s known for.

“Now… no more games. Prepare yourselves-”

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind kicks up.

It catches his long hair like a sail, whipping it into his face repeatedly. One thick strand smacks into his eye, blinding him.

Madara shouts, “AGH- who cursed me?!"

Naruto laughed uncontrollably.

Guy with his hands on knees, “It’s like nature itself is rejecting him!”

Madara finally rips his hair back into place, snarling. But before he can recover, a tumbleweed rolls by and gets stuck in his leg armor.

Madara blankly stares “…”

“Maybe you should… sit this one out.” Obito said dryly.

“I will rewrite reality… so none of this ever happened.” Madara said dead serious.

Naruto grinned, “Better hurry. ’Cause I think another bird is circling.”

Madara glances upward. His eye twitches again. Madara is trembling with barely contained rage. Dirtied, humiliated, hair tousled, and now part-tumbleweed.

He lifts one hand, fingers glowing with power.

“Enough! You worms will now witness true despair. I shall unleash a jutsu so devastating-”

He weaves signs with furious speed. The ground quakes.

“Mokuton: Deep Forest Emergence!”

But something goes wrong.

Instead of vast forests, the earth around him bubbles awkwardly… and then sprouts a single sad little bush. It wobbles and falls over.

Naruto blinked, “…Was that a bonsai?”

Kakashi adjusted his headband, “Either he’s losing chakra… or he’s just not that strong as the legend says.”

Guy tilted head, “Maybe the Hashirama cells are rejecting him.”

Madara gritted his teeth, “I am the reincarnation of Indra. The chosen one. The-”

CRACK!

The ground beneath him suddenly collapses. A trap hole from earlier in the battle dug by some no-name ninja gives way. Madara falls straight down.

“I’M MADARAAAAAAAAA-”

THUD.

Silence.

Obito leaned over the hole, “Did… did he fall into a D-rank trap?”

Naruto was trying not to cry from laughing, “Yo, someone bring him a ladder.”

Madara lies at the bottom of the shallow but undignified hole.

He’s face-down, cape wrinkled, armor dented. There’s silence above. Then…

“…Guys. I think he’s hit rock bottom. Literally.” Naruto said softly

“This is… honestly hard to watch.” Obito sighed.

Guy folded his arms, “It’s not honorable to keep laughing. Even if he’s the embodiment of evil… he’s also having the worst day of his life.”

Kakashi nodded, “Helping an enemy like this… it’s the ninja way.”

The four look at each other… and nod.

Moments later, they lowered a rope. Naruto climbed down to him with a serious face.

Naruto offered a hand, “C’mon, man. Let’s get you out of here.”

“I don’t… need your pity…” Madara groaned.

“It’s not pity. It’s respect. You made it this far without rage quitting the war. That takes guts.”

“…I don’t even know what jutsu I cast back there." Madara said quietly.

“Hey. We all mess up.” Naruto smiled.

Back above, Kakashi and Obito braced the rope while Guy lowered a canteen down to him.

“Water?" Guy asked.

Madara while being pulled up, “I’ve summoned meteors, leveled nations, bent tailed beasts to my will… and now I’m being rescued by my enemies…”

They pulled him up. Madara stands again, scuffed and exhausted. He looks at them, waiting for mockery. But it never comes.

“You okay?” Kakashi asked gently.

Madara looked away.

“…No. But I will be.”

A quiet beat.

Then Naruto pats him on the back- too hard.

Madara grunted, “Okay okay- OW-maybe not yet.”

Later that night, at a campfire.

A small flame crackles under the stars. The battlefield is quiet, for now. Naruto, Kakashi, Guy, and Obito sit around the fire, slurping ramen from steaming cups. Off to the side, stiff and unsure, sits Madara Uchiha, holding a cup of instant ramen.

“…Why does it smell… pleasant?” Madara muttered.

Naruto grinned, “It’s called miso flavor, bro. You’ve been missing out for a few centuries.”

“A balanced meal rich in sodium and soul!” Guy said enthusiastically.

Obito smirked, “Just eat it, Madara. You need the calories after today’s… performance.”

Madara scowled, “Mock me again and I’ll Tsukuyomi you into a loop of your own jokes.”

He takes a bite. Chews. Swallows. His eyes widen.

“This is… acceptable.” Madara whispered

Everyone pauses. Then Naruto bursts out laughing.

“Acceptable? Dude, that’s the highest compliment you’ve given anything all day!”

Kakashi raised a brow, “So, Madara… if you weren’t busy trying to end the world, what would you actually want to do?”

Madara stares into the fire, then shrugs awkwardly.

“…Open a dojo. Maybe a bonsai garden.” Madara replied

Guy grinned, “I could help you with the dojo! Youthful exercises!"

Naruto was happy dith the current situation and with his warmest smile offered Madara fist bump.

Madara hesitates… then lightly bumps it.

“…I don’t hate this.” Madara said quietly.

Obito smiled faintly, "That’s basically Madara-speak for ‘I’m having a good time.’”

Ha az otthonod ablakában állva fél percig futtatod a Merlin Bird ID app "Sound ID" funkcióját, akkor hány különböző madárfaj hangját ismeri fel?

If you stand at the window of your home and run the "Sound ID" function of the Merlin Bird ID app for half a minute, how many different bird species does it recognize?

Ma ünnepeljük a fák és madarak napját. A Régészeti Látványraktárunkban körbenézve láthatjuk, hogy az emberek nagyon régóta jelenítik meg a madarakat a használati tárgyaikon. Néha jelképesen, mint a Madár alakú edényen (más néven aszkoszon, középső bronzkor). Néha pedig teljesen egyértelműen, mint ezen a 17. századi tálon.

📍: wattpad

👤: otsukies

✍️🏼: Dividida - Uma Dúvida

❗️em andamento (cada dia posto um novo capítulo "já postei sete durante estes dias")

"Uma jovem Senju atravessa sem querer o território Uchiha e acaba prisioneira de Madara Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha e Sasuke Uchiha.

Enquanto tenta sobreviver ao cativeiro e manter sua própria identidade, ela se vê no centro de um conflito intenso: Obito desenvolve uma obsessão possessiva e perigosa por ela, perdendo o controle entre ciúmes e impulsos, enquanto Sasuke se aproxima de forma mais silenciosa e genuína.