tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91125368583591605132024-03-12T22:35:21.668-07:00up like toastUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2428125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-43227162775330695662020-08-24T12:48:00.001-07:002020-08-24T12:48:27.497-07:00So I taught Myself to Swim<blockquote class="reddit-card" data-card-created="1598298431"><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/aww/comments/ams8w4/moist_owlette/">Moist owlette</a> from <a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/aww">r/aww</a></blockquote>
<script async src="//embed.redditmedia.com/widgets/platform.js" charset="UTF-8"></script>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-53490786364939114612020-08-14T12:50:00.001-07:002020-08-14T12:50:01.856-07:00Dolly Parton- Little Sparrow<iframe width="500" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0pRXSIfTmQI" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-60182512888560013922020-08-13T14:52:00.009-07:002020-08-13T14:54:18.356-07:00 She does not make animals cry for a living<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqB9DSmyFu5YxMEzcrqmuDEHaB_EC8zIInFIGqIrsSZm3VpjY-d72nTdLmJUteLJ2qLUt_rreFnBrRLcp4SMjwvU2G3mDO7-qygCt1wJ-7dMX_u30oqjTsYXDMlB8G-LSUoKQ5AjL2LjA/s1017/Screen+Shot+2020-08-13+at+5.48.08+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="1017" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqB9DSmyFu5YxMEzcrqmuDEHaB_EC8zIInFIGqIrsSZm3VpjY-d72nTdLmJUteLJ2qLUt_rreFnBrRLcp4SMjwvU2G3mDO7-qygCt1wJ-7dMX_u30oqjTsYXDMlB8G-LSUoKQ5AjL2LjA/w400-h265/Screen+Shot+2020-08-13+at+5.48.08+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span face="" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.25rem;">Technically,</span><span face="" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.25rem;"> </span><a class="css-1g7m0tk" href="https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S1542012412703075" rel="noopener noreferrer" style="border: 0px; color: #326891; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank" title="">only humans can cry</a><span face="" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.25rem;">, or weep in response to an emotional state, said Dr. Oriá, a veterinarian at the Federal University of Bahia in Brazil. For humans, crying is a way to physically manifest feelings, which are difficult to study and confirm in other creatures.</span></p><p class="css-158dogj evys1bk0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-size: 1.25rem; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.875rem; margin: 0px 0px 0.9375rem; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline; width: 600px;">But Dr. Oriá does collect animal tears — the liquid that keeps eyes clean and nourished: <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/13/science/animal-tears.html" style="background-color: transparent;">https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/13/science/animal-tears.html</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-69861638184818080652020-08-05T10:45:00.004-07:002020-08-05T10:45:26.416-07:00Ornithology- Charlie Parker<iframe width="500" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z2tvlp7RnlM" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-78286828307795558152020-08-05T10:38:00.000-07:002020-08-05T10:38:01.957-07:00Harriet Tubman used Owl Calls as a Signal on the Underground Railroad<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtujR_z2l7eG9epN7x9mJeY-3UBELrajqtV3JiFSLsvqbYxrECdz2FuD7dw7Lab2wkXv9XKaDjfIyxf1odzlIHVp2X0W24cq0of2Pxc7LAoThHFLpAVLrhJNG3H1UV69GQB3UnJmHQKH8/s2048/54232a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1307" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtujR_z2l7eG9epN7x9mJeY-3UBELrajqtV3JiFSLsvqbYxrECdz2FuD7dw7Lab2wkXv9XKaDjfIyxf1odzlIHVp2X0W24cq0of2Pxc7LAoThHFLpAVLrhJNG3H1UV69GQB3UnJmHQKH8/s640/54232a.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.audubon.org/news/harriet-tubman-unsung-naturalist-used-owl-calls-signal-underground-railroad">https://www.audubon.org/news/harriet-tubman-unsung-naturalist-used-owl-calls-signal-underground-railroad</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-31676076476130265092020-08-05T10:35:00.005-07:002020-08-05T10:35:21.533-07:00BBC Night Owls<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pkuu6btm17BGxAHDhwytVovCTlyGMZG8TsVyzXkIBklzWwdOlmjU7p2NXNmz8lbvbR-1NGdB13ZjOjCSNcmI1cp31z5VRZ9ZiuPFHVGuqQ_9gS5kF_dOmIsy0-8IW35F6hnPebzpaauX/s625/Screen+Shot+2020-08-05+at+1.33.18+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pkuu6btm17BGxAHDhwytVovCTlyGMZG8TsVyzXkIBklzWwdOlmjU7p2NXNmz8lbvbR-1NGdB13ZjOjCSNcmI1cp31z5VRZ9ZiuPFHVGuqQ_9gS5kF_dOmIsy0-8IW35F6hnPebzpaauX/s0/Screen+Shot+2020-08-05+at+1.33.18+PM.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b07q2gbq">https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b07q2gbq</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-45337713887536941882020-07-21T11:47:00.001-07:002020-07-21T11:47:28.898-07:00Once There Were Billions: Vanished Birds of North America<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #41505c; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">An amazing diversity of birds—some in breathtaking abundance—once inhabited the vast forests and plains of North America. But starting around 1600, species began to disappear, as humans altered habitats, over-hunted, and introduced predators. A notable extinction occurred 100 years ago, with the death of Martha the passenger pigeon, the last member of a species that once filled America’s skies. Specimens and illustrations of passenger pigeons (including Martha), heath hens, the great auk, and the Carolina parakeet reveal the fragile connections between species and their environment.</span><br />
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<span id="goog_343912225"></span><span id="goog_343912226"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-20947776437974730692020-07-14T11:49:00.002-07:002020-07-14T11:49:58.063-07:00Cry Me A River<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gCGNYJOrebA" width="500"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-55313714621036287782020-07-14T11:45:00.001-07:002020-07-14T11:45:24.391-07:00Fly Robin Fly<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oUPdG4DA42g" width="500"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112536858359160513.post-35816141604627851472020-05-18T09:28:00.000-07:002020-07-14T11:53:23.933-07:00After Laughter comes Tears<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZLXEAMfnMBs" width="420"></iframe>
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It began with the article about the birds, the 2.9 billion missing North America birds, the 2.9 billion birds that disappeared and no one noticed. The sparrows, black birds, and swallows who didn’t make it, who weren’t ever born, who stopped flying or singing or making their most ingenious nests, who didn’t perch or peck their gentle beaks into moist black earth. It began with the birds. Hadn’t we even commented in June, James and I that they were hardly here? A kind of eerie quiet had descended. But later they came back. The swarms of barn swallows and the huge ravens landing on the gravel one by one. I know it was after hearing about the birds, that afternoon I crashed my bike. Suddenly falling, falling, unable to prevent the catastrophe ahead, unable to find the brakes or make them work, unable to stop the falling. I fell and spun and realized I had already been falling, that we have been falling, all of us, and crows and conifers and ice caps and expectations — falling and falling and I wanted to keep falling. I didn’t want to be here to witness everything falling, missing, bleaching, burning, drying, disappearing, choking, never blooming. I didn’t want to live without the birds or bees and sparkling flies that light the summer nights. I didn’t want to live with hunger that turned us feral or desperation that gave us claws. I wanted to fall and fall into the deepest, darkest ground and be finally still and buried there.</div>
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But Mother, you had other plans. The bike landed in grass and dirt and bang, I was ten-years-old, fallen in the road, my knees scraped and bloody. And I realized that even then nature was something foreign and cruel, something that could and would hurt me because everything I had ever known or loved that was grand and powerful and beautiful became foreign and cruel and eventually hurt me. Even then I had already been exiled, or so I felt, forever cast out of the forest. I belonged with the broken, the contaminated, the dead.<br /><br />Maybe it was the sharp pain in my knee and elbow, or the dirt embedded in my new jacket, maybe it was the shock or the realization that death was preferable to the thick tar of grief coagulated in my chest, or maybe it was just the lonely rattling of the spokes of the bicycle wheel still spinning without me. Whatever it was. It broke. It broke. I heard the howling.<br /><br />Mother, I am the reason the birds are missing. I am the cause of salmon who cannot spawn and the butterflies unable to take their journey home. I am the coral reef bleached death white and the sea boiling with methane. I am the millions running from lands that have dried, forests that are burning or islands drowned in water.<br /><br />I didn’t see you, Mother. You were nothing to me. My trauma-made arrogance and ambition drove me to that cracking pulsing city. Chasing a dream, chasing the prize, the achievement that would finally prove I wasn’t bad or stupid or nothing or wrong. Oh my Mother, what contempt I had for you. What did you have to offer that would give me status in the market place of ideas and achieving? What could your bare trees offer but the staggering aloneness of winter or greenness I could not receive or bear. I reduced you to weather, an inconvenience, something that got in my way, dirty slush that ruined my overpriced city boots with salt. I refused your invitation, scorned your generosity, held suspicion for your love. I ignored all the ways we used and abused you. I pretended to believe the stories of the fathers who said you had to be tamed and controlled — that you were out to get us.<br /><br />I press my bruised body down on your grassy belly, breathing me in and out. I have missed you, Mother. I have been away so long. I am sorry. I am so sorry.<br /><br />I am made of dirt and grit and stars and river, skin, bone, leaf, whiskers and claws. I am a part of you, of this, nothing more or less. I am mycelium, petal pistil and stamen. I am branch and hive and trunk and stone. I am what has been here and what is coming. I am energy and I am dust. I am wave and I am wonder. I am an impulse and an order. I am perfumed peonies and the single parasol tree in the African savannah. I am lavender, dandelion, daisy, dahlia, cosmos, chrysanthemum, pansy, bleeding heart and rose. I am all that has been named and unnamed, all that has been gathered and all that has been left alone. I am all your missing creatures, all the sweet birds never born. I am daughter. I am caretaker. I am fierce defender. I am griever. I am bandit. I am baby. I am supplicant. I am here now, Mother. I am yours. I am yours. I am yours.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">-Thank you </span><a href="https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/10/28/eve-ensler-apology-mother-earth/" style="font-size: 1.2em;" target="_blank">brain pickings</a></div>
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Here’s an Essential Listening Guide.</h1>
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