I am a wildlife rehabber who specializes in cottontail care.
The stick method is not effective. We reccomemd sprinkling flour around the nest instead or setting up a camera if you are unsure if mama is returning to the nest. A few major things to add:
Never move the nest. Ever. Mom will not go searching for babies. She returns to her nest spot and if its empty she will grieve her babies.
Never block off the nest. People do this to protect the nest but if mama rabbit cant easily stand over the nest they will not be fed.
If the babies are injured DO NOT RETURN THEM TO THE NEST. take them out and put them in a box with soft cloth on the bottom with a heat source (heat pad under the box on low, a rice sock wrapped in a towel, warm water bottle etc). Keep them indoors in a safe and QUIET place while you get a hold of a rehabber. Injuries are prone to fly strike and this is disastrous for any animal. Cat caused injuries are lethal unless treated with the right antibiotics.
Most importantly:
DO. NOT. FEED. THE. BABIES. EVER.
Most of the cottontail deaths i see are actually human induced. Ive held too many kits that were choking to death or having full organ failure in my hands because someome decided to feed.
If you suspect anything about the nest call a rehabber right away even if you are just asking a question. Rabbits are extremely particular in their care and aspirate easily. Their formula is highly specific and randomly feeding them will cause organ failure.
Mask exchanges, lostwatch and masquerades? Here's some context for this~
In this AU, Teru is the heir to the prestigious noble family of the Minamotos.
Teru's been introduced young to the mondaine society and faced first hand with it's depravities. He deeply despises how fake that society is, a vision not helped by his father's remarriage for power after his mother's death, the insincere ass-kissing he's constantly subjected to for his status, or his social circle full of rank climbers he knows is only held for convenience. Yet to survive in there and promise a good future for his siblings, he chooses to adorn that hypocritical, fake mask himself; talking and acting the entitled noble the public wants him to be. He heavily dislikes social events and gatherings.
One day, seeking a breather during a masquerade he's forced to attend, he bumps into a stranger as he steps into the balcony. Expecting the guy to back down immediately at the sound of his name, he's surprised when the clearly less powerful aristocrat - a burgher from the Aoi line from the look of his suit - bites right back at his condescending remarks. Caught off guard, Teru retaliates and the interaction heatens up : eventually, the stranger loses his calm, punches him square in the face and storms off, leaving his pocket watch lost and forgotten on the floor.
Huh, a flash of genuineness in the night.
After some time, Teru picks up the watch and goes off after the stranger.
***
When Teru spots a mechanical owl mask again, it's much later and, more importantly, adorning a very much not red-haired, not suit wearing individual.
The lady behind is dark haired instead, long strands styled into twin loops, and wearing a white, sparkly gown. Just like his own, he remarks. Briefly, he wonders if that choice, that white signaling being on the market for suitors on that specific night, is her choice. Judging from the slight tightness to her smile and the older, clearly displeased, woman at her side scrutinizing her every move as she converses with two men, his bet is instead on that she's on the same boat as himself. Curiosity takes the best of him, and that intriguing mask as well as a slight sense of camaraderie propels him to excuse himself to the ladies at his side and strike up to the girl in white.
When he introduces himself, the predictable oos, aahs and sudden uplift in energy come as expected. The - he presumes - mother starts kissing up soon enough, while the daughter smiles politely and indulges in some compliments herself. Tense, half-hearted, detached. Unwilling. It's a nice mask she's putting on, and anyone would fall for the syrup-laced deception if not for personally practicing it themselves. He's not fooled in the least. From liar to liar, the interest is all fake, fake, fake. Even when he flaunts his status to test her. So not after power either. He can't say he's not pleasantly surprised. He can't say that he's not intrigued.
Only when he brings up a red-haired, short-tempered individual does the mask falter. Her body tenses up, clearly visible this time and - were her ears always this red? One things to say : the composure she's managed to keep all the Teru's been pushing around her buttons is nowhere to be seen. She quickly excuses herself and like that, she's gone.
And the mother's furious.
***
The search for the punch-giving redhead is severely delayed by the commotion one interaction with a certain owl-mask bearer is seemingly able to create. Apparently, being caught talking with an - he learns - Akane, and at that, Aoi, the only daughter of the current head of the house slash rumored prettiest face of the country is a scoop good enough to render even Teru unable to escape the crowds for over two hours. Apparently, she'd have melted his ice-cold, popular noble heart in the span of the few minutes they'd talked and now the Minamoto-Akane union was imminent. Bullshit. Frivolous, all of them. She'd bear his children well, someone says. He feels sick.
***
When the excitement finally dies down, Teru takes the first opportunity to flee. A swarm of clout-chasing "acquaintances" who keep in mind only his name. Chasing for the next big thing. If anything were to happen, they'd be the first to latch onto him and scream scandal. And that's exactly what they're looking for with that girl. Disgusting. He thinks of his mother. He needs fresh air.
The party is almost over by the time he comes back from the balcony, looking for a place away from prying eyes to wait until his carriage's arrival. After some scurrying, he manages to find a small hidden room in the back corridor.
Lucky him, it's unlocked.
He doesn't waste a second to enter.
***
The room - backup storage if he were to guess- is large but almost completely barren, so his options to pass time aren't ideal. He doesn't even know what time it is, himself be damned.
Or...maybe he does.
The left behind watch never quite left his hands all this time, huh.
Without anything better to do, he finds himself observing it. Clearly, a bit old but well taken care of. And seems like his guess was right : on the back of the case, a small, engraved; Aoi Akane. What a curious personality he met that night. A shame he didn't find him. Surely he wouldn't have minded getting back his watch, and Teru..well, feeling something akin to real one more time.
A soft clink pulls him out of his thoughts.
His eyes finds the door in the back of the storage he originally assumed was leading to another room as barren a the current one. Well, his speculations seem to be wrong this time.
As he stumbles into the small antichamber, voices start to make themselves heard to his ears. Soft, low mumbles he can't quite make out from the distance.
So, people.
Curious, for anyone else to stay in such a hidden place during such an event; one would think they'd all be busy chasing after connexions - influential, powerful ones. Maybe he found his match.
He discretely lifts the thick curtain separating him from the source of the voices.
***
The first thing he notices are the numerous fallen vases and candles on the table the girl is sitting on. How inconsiderate for the host. Exactly how he likes it.
Second, is that the rumors - for once- weren't exaggerating : the face Aoi Akane reveals by gently removing Akane Aoi's mask - flowery this time?- is simply candy for the eyes. But the guy kneeling before her isn't half bad himself. He doesn't really care, though. More intriguingly, the thought makes him realize how peculiar their names are; just each other's mirrored. How odd it is, saying them back to back.
Last, he recognizes what he's seeing as a mask exchange. Or rather, the returning part of it, but interrupted by the guy taking the originals off again to initiate another exchange.
God, are their eyes intense. Akane Aoi is clearly conflicted but her fluster is undeniable. Aoi Akane stares her earnestly like a knight who'd just swore her eternal fidelity. This feels too intimate for him. Genuine. Whatever the feelings are here, they are strong, and obviously real. This feels surreal. Never in his life did he expect to attribute this quality to any bond he'd see, save for his siblings. No, not in his circles. And especially not this kind of bond.
How intriguing.
Clearly he's of lesser class than her, so there's nothing she could possibly gain from this, if not problems. Yet she chooses to let her facade falter before him.
(Unfair, Teru could never get to do that.)
And him..from the glint in his eyes, he can tell his intentions are...genuine, again. He isn't hiding the intensity of his feelings in the slightest. Tender gaze, tender touch, tender words.
Hah, he wouldn't survive a day in his shoes. (Unfair, unfair.)
Clock hits one. He should go. Clearly these two have something going on and Minamoto Teru would be the last person on earth who should to have anything to do with it. He should go and not get himself involved any further. Leave them and their unfairly real feelings alone, and not look back. No, he's not interested.
Teru leaves.
If the watch is still in his hand as his face meets the cold night air, it's by pure omission. Nothing else, nothing more.
***
When Teru's eyes spot mirrored names on the guests list, it's pure coïncidence he starts getting ready a little earlier.
No, he's not getting involved.
(Spoiler : he's getting way too involved.)
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Here are some additional thoughts on this!
Akane's family business is clockwork! With the rise of industry, they rapidly gained a lot of traction in the past decade, eventually acquiring the burgher status. Still, he's on the newer aristocracy side, so still a pretty long road away from the most powerful ones. Hence his manners not quite adapted to the circle yet. He swore he wouldn't ever, though, after seeing first hand how it affected his childhood friend.
Aoi expressed interest in Akane to her mother, just once, when she started telling her about marriage. Not only did he get immediately rejected, it earned her a scolding on her social rank and her "stupidity". Are you out of your mind wasting your influence on that? Was I not enough to make you see they're all the same? You're lucky for your pretty little face, so at least go get yourself a powerful one!
Aoi's relationship to the mondaine society is complex, too. She's seen how much the eyes were willing to ignore if one's rich enough, powerful enough. Her father's barely hidden infidelity never questioned, her mother tricked into marriage for her name, her despair silenced, turning her into an unforgiving, resentful woman who gets revenge on her life by controlling every bit of hers. Boy's harassment shoved under the rug for their future titles, girls' thinly veiled jealousy and insincere smiles. Eventually, she learned to bear her own, too, and, if she had to act anyways, become the best comedian of them all. If fakeness wears her off, at least it protects her. Her personal maid and rare friend, Nene, wouldn't understand. Her simple vision of life eventually made them drift into different wavelengths, making Aoi - while still liking her- pull in her facade, even with her.
Aoi met Akane when she was much, much younger, before Nene was ever assigned to her side, and she was much more alone. She'd fled the mansion after one of her parents' fights and gotten lost at the port. She'd hid behind goods and there, Akane found her. At the time much less prolific, his family personally held a stand at the port products exposition and he happened to be wandering off to explore other stands. The meeting quickly turned into a game of hide and seek, then some talking, some exploration of the market, food, shore walk. That day, she'd forgotten about her dad's affairs and her mom's yells. The boy's smile - a far cry from those of other children she'd talked to- made her feel safe, comfortable, normal. It was radiant and warmed her whole when he eventually deemed them friends. He'd walked her back to her mansion that day, and made her promise to come by the port whenever she'd feel lonely. His giggle was worth every bit of the yelling she'd gotten that night.
After that masquerade episode, Teru is left with a lingering interest in the Aoi Akanes. He can't help himself but try to get to know more, pry a little bit. When he sees them at events, he strikes up. Eventually, they grow more and more acquainted. More, and more.
Shit very much goes down when his interest in the duo gets taken as interest to get actually involved - as in, romantically- with Aoi. People don't even consider Akane her suitor biding by his - and her - status. Shit goes even downer when both the families actually get interested by the potential bond. Resultingly, things get sour with Aoi, and Akane. Resentment, and other feelings mixed into a snowballing mess each step further than families take. Aoi can't give up her feelings on Akane, yet she can't resolved herself to have an.. affair if it comes down to marriage with Teru. She can't help but feel anger towards him, despite him proving himself to be someone whose company she could actuallh appreciate and entertain freely. Teru is extremely conflicted, because while something akin to envy did grow as time went on, breaking Aoi and Akane's bond is the last thing he ever wanted to do. His guy sinking sometimes was tolerable, if it meant keeping them intact.
Anyways, up to y'all to imagine how all this unfurls after....
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being anti-amatonormativity in a romance centered world is like watching half the people you know put all their eggs in one basket and then drop the basket and all their eggs break and they’re crying and swearing they’re never gonna do that again and then a month later they have all new eggs in a new basket and they tell you the problem was they didn’t have a strong enough basket or fresh enough eggs and then they drop the fucking basket again.
To me, all characters are aroace until proven otherwise. They never explicitly, with words, bring up being attracted to a character or kiss someone onscreen? It's a bit of a stretch to assume they're allo, then, isn't it?
Actually... no. That's not enough anymore. All characters are aroace EVEN WHEN proven otherwise now. They have an unambiguous crush on another character? Lots of aroace people convince themselves they have crushes. Actively horny? Aces can have high libido. Onscreen kiss? They're just experimenting, doesn't mean anything. Could be gray maybe. Gets married and has kids? Comphet. They're confused, haven't figured themself out yet. This marriage can still be a QPR
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i am a SUCKER for characters who start out as copies of other characters but eventually become their own people, their own identities, completely different from who they once reflected
En Anglais, on ne dit pas “quatre vingt dix neuf”, on dit “ninety nine” qu'on pourrait traduire comme “Hurr durr, regardez mois, j'ai un système de numérotation fonctionnel” et je crois que c'est magnifique.
<— to answer these tags on main, since it’s a fun question, our guide lowered a hydrophone and so my phone is leaning on the railing right next to the hydrophone
According to the CDC, in 10 percent of those drownings, the adult will actually watch the child do it, having no idea it is happening. Drowning does not look like drowning—Dr. Pia, in an article in the Coast Guard’s On Scene magazine, described the Instinctive Drowning Response like this:
“Except in rare circumstances, drowning people are physiologically unable to call out for help. The respiratory system was designed for breathing. Speech is the secondary or overlaid function. Breathing must be fulfilled before speech occurs.
Drowning people’s mouths alternately sink below and reappear above the surface of the water. The mouths of drowning people are not above the surface of the water long enough for them to exhale, inhale, and call out for help. When the drowning people’s mouths are above the surface, they exhale and inhale quickly as their mouths start to sink below the surface of the water.
Drowning people cannot wave for help. Nature instinctively forces them to extend their arms laterally and press down on the water’s surface. Pressing down on the surface of the water permits drowning people to leverage their bodies so they can lift their mouths out of the water to breathe.
Throughout the Instinctive Drowning Response, drowning people cannot voluntarily control their arm movements. Physiologically, drowning people who are struggling on the surface of the water cannot stop drowning and perform voluntary movements such as waving for help, moving toward a rescuer, or reaching out for a piece of rescue equipment.
From beginning to end of the Instinctive Drowning Response people’s bodies remain upright in the water, with no evidence of a supporting kick. Unless rescued by a trained lifeguard, these drowning people can only struggle on the surface of the water from 20 to 60 seconds before submersion occurs.”
This doesn’t mean that a person that is yelling for help and thrashing isn’t in real trouble—they are experiencing aquatic distress. Not always present before the Instinctive Drowning Response, aquatic distress doesn’t last long—but unlike true drowning, these victims can still assist in their own rescue. They can grab lifelines, throw rings, etc.
Look for these other signs of drowning when persons are in the water:
Head low in the water, mouth at water level
Head tilted back with mouth open
Eyes glassy and empty, unable to focus
Eyes closed
Hair over forehead or eyes
Not using legs—vertical
Hyperventilating or gasping
Trying to swim in a particular direction but not making headway
Trying to roll over on the back
Appear to be climbing an invisible ladder
So if a crew member falls overboard and everything looks OK—don’t be too sure. Sometimes the most common indication that someone is drowning is that they don’t look like they’re drowning. They may just look like they are treading water and looking up at the deck. One way to be sure? Ask them, “Are you all right?” If they can answer at all—they probably are. If they return a blank stare, you may have less than 30 seconds to get to them. And parents—children playing in the water make noise. When they get quiet, you get to them and find out why.
Can I just say thank you to OP for putting such a detailed description on this?
I’ve been a lifeguard for 6 years now and of all the saves I’ve done, maybe two or three had people drowning in the stereotypical thrashing style. And even those, like the save I made last weekend, it was exactly like OP describes where the person’s head is going in and out of the water but it isn’t long enough to get any air. Mostly you recognize drowning by the look on someone’s face. If someone looks wide eyed and terrified or confused, chances are they’re drowning. That look of “oh shit” is pretty easily recognizable. And even if you can’t tell for sure: GO AFTER THEM ANYWAY. I’ve done “saves” where a kid was pretending to drown and I mistook it for real drowning, but that’s preferable to a kid ACTUALLY drowning.
Also please remember that even strong swimmers can drown if they have a medical emergency, get cramps, or get too tired. If your friend knows how to swim but they’re acting funny get them to land. And even if someone can respond when you ask them if they need help, if they say they do need help? GO HELP THEM.
However . If the victim is a stranger, I can’t recommend trying to get them. Lifeguards literally train to escape “attacks,” because people who are drowning can freak the fuck out and grab you and make YOU drown as well. If you do go in after someone, take hold of them from the back and talk to them the whole time. IF YOU ARE GRABBED: duck down into the water as low as you can get. The person is panicking and won’t want to go under water and should release you. Shove up at their hands and push them away from you as you duck under. Don’t die trying to save someone else.
Please guys, read and memorize this post. Not all places have lifeguards. Being able to recognize drowning is such an important skill to have and you can save someone’s life.
In a water park once, I was suddenly grabbed by a child and he dragged me under the water without warning. I was going to get angry with him when I resurfaced because I thought he was being an ass, until I looked at him go back in and out hyperventilating the entire time. I grabbed him under his arms and began trying to drag him out while screaming for the lifeguard.
When the lifeguard got us both out, a woman came running down and accused me of harming him and said he had been completely fine in the water. That there was no reason to drag him out of there. The lifeguard had to explain to her that her son had been drowning, to which her response was to say that she didn’t hear him call for help.
absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. i’m going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldn’t do it at all, it’s not that fun
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