I'm Seraphine/Salem-Amory (you can call me whichever ^^), I'm a 20 year old asexual genderfuck/genderfae queer creature, I go by she/they/fungi and maybe an its here and there...
☆ What I write here is going to be very off the dome, and to be clear, that means it may include adult content!!!!
☆ I am a therian/furry!! I generally tie myself to cats (with emphasis on bobcats), and moths,though I also am inclined to just refer to myself as "the creature" or otherwise just.. animal, cause sometimes it feels pretty murky.
☆ I am an artist of many kinds, including music, drawing, and really whatever form of creating I can get my grubby little paws on
☆ I am also disabled and neurodivergent, as well as plural, and these things are likely to come up here! So please kindly fuck off if you don't wanna hear a mothgirl spit her shit!
☆ DO NOT TRY AND DRAG ME INTO STUPID INTERNET DRAMA!!! If you want to ask me for advice, or for help, feel free, I love helping people, but otherwise, leave me alone!!
I am going to be using this blog/thingamajig to discuss topics that are close to my heart and generally things that are near and dear to my heart, such as shit about mental health from the angle of handling silly brain things, as well as just general. Art and general shit relating to it. And nature shit is gonna be pretty big I love being out in the woods and talking about animals!!! But yea, general stream of thought kind of posts, and probably a continued fair helping of harlequinn shenanigans :3
Remember that you alone are the everything, you are the means that the world enjoys and loves itself with, so take care of the everything today and look after yourself <3
Scampered through the underbrush like the creature I am, found pretty places ^^
Yes, it was actively raining, no I didn't care or get sick... though I did follow the pictured stream I found another really pretty wetland, I forgot to take pictures though, so my bad...
Not my usual kind of post, BUT it has come up a lot in the past month and I feel like I need to do my due diligence.
❌ STOP PICKING UP BABY BIRDS ❌
I’ve had almost a half dozen people bring me fledglings in the past month saying they found an injured baby bird that can’t fly.
SO
let’s go over what to do and when.
I’ll let Puck be my demonstration here.
The image on the left is a true “baby” bird aka nestling, they often have their eyes closed, still have either no feathers or “pin” feathers still encased in a keratin sheath, may have yellow skin in and around their mouth, and will “gape” if they think you’re bringing them food. If you find one of these, look for the nest! It is most likely nearby. If you cannot find the nest, cannot reach it, or it has been damaged, you can put the baby in a small cardboard box with leaves and sticks securely into a nearby tree as soon as possible. I discourage touching wild birds with your bare hands- not because the parents won’t return as commonly speculated, but because wild animals can carry fleas, mites, or even diseases that can be transferred to you or your pets at home.
The image on the right is a fledgling, think of them as teenagers or adolescents. Fledglings will have some feathers, but may still look scraggly or “sickly” (they’re fine just a bit ugly), and they may still gape or have a yellow mouth. Sometimes they will try to hop or flutter away from you, and sometimes they may just sit still and let you touch them (don’t). THEYRE FINE! Fledglings are almost fully equipped to survive on their own, and their parents are more than likely judging you from afar. The parents will still feed and protect their babies for a few days to a week after they leave the nest. Only touch them if they are in active danger such as being in a busy walkway, street, or if there are active predators nearby. Keep them within a few yards of where you found them, immediately after you find them.
What to do if they ARE injured?
If you have a fledgling or nestling with a CLEAR broken wing, foot, or other severe deformity, your #1 priority should be contacting a wildlife rehabilitation center within 24hrs of finding, AND DO NOT ATTEMPT TO FEED OR WATER IT (if you do, you almost definitely ruin their chances to be seen by a rehabber as they will not accept birds that have been fed or kept overnight), domestic animal vets will not have the resources or capacity to care for wild baby animals, please don’t contact them. If you cannot find any in your area, you may be out of options at this point. Baby birds have an incredibly high mortality rate and need care every 15-30mins around the clock, most rehab centers cannot keep up with that kind of care, especially if the animal is injured or non native. Do not attempt to care for the baby bird on your own unless you have a license or genuinely know what you’re doing. It is a felony in the US to take native birds (or any animal) from the wild- yes even if they were an injured baby and you raised them.
If you cannot find a rehabber to take them in, your most humane option is to put them out of their misery. Most birds cannot recover and return to the wild from having broken wings, legs, or other severe deformities. You can leave them where you found them in hopes that nature finds a way to return the energy to another animal fighting for survival, or you can research methods of humane euthanasia. If you use any form of chemical euthanasia, please do not put the baby back outside for animals to scavenge.
Puck is a rare case scenario- being found as a nestling of a highly invasive species. In that case, it is a felony to attempt releasing him!
If you have any questions or more baby birds for me to look at, I am not an expert by any means but I will do my best to help! Spreading good information about this means rehabbers and vets will have more time to care for the animals that they are able to help. Thank you for getting to the end of my long winded educational bird rant. If I got anything wrong, please tell me! I want to spread the most accurate and up to date information as possible.
Today I took my first of what will be an unending (hopefully) number of estradiol shots, and it led me down a path that lead me to reflection
There was a time when I was young, where I was terrified of shots, of needles, of the idea of a small foreign object like that in me was terrifying to me.
But then I was diagnosed with a heart condition, one that required me to be poked an proded with needles fairly regularly. Getting blood drawn, IVs, all sorts of needles that I was forced to be faced with. There are a few memories I have of nearly having to reschedule the appointment, or be held down, because of how much I was panicking. The idea was terrible and sickening to me.
I of course had to learn to well, stop, doing that. I learned techniques to keep myself calm, music to play in my head, things to think about, ways to breathe. It became something manageable, something I could handle.
But today, as I found myself sitting there, preparing and then, well, taking, my medicine, I found myself excited, happy even. I realized how, in spite of the percievable horror of it, the discomfort, the instinctual hate of the idea, I knew how good it was for me, how much of a prospect this gave me.
And, to get to my point here, this made me realize how similar of a journey I've taken as a system. Because I was similarly terrified of my existence as one, between exes and a general discomfort and fear with the idea that people were in my head, it was something that was not a fun topic.
But overtime I've come to love it, to recognize how without my headspace and the little freaks within, I'd be in so much more of a worse space. If I hadn't faced them, hadn't learned to live with them, I'd probably be in a much worse position.
I cannot stress how important that is, to face it, to learn to love them as part of a whole you, to find peace there.
Sorry for the long ass ramble I just thought I'd share the thought, take care of yourself and have some more nice forest pictures I've taken this week <33
Was a creature in the woods yesterday with the @no-endlings, had a really good time, was unbelievably pretty
It made me think though, about how important I think it is for us, as the animals we are, to take slow, quiet moments, to allow ourselves to reacquaint ourselves with a world that we're conditioned to turn a blind eye to
So go on walks among the tall trees, along muddy creek beds, listen to the animals as they go about their days, take rest in the old places, and don't be afraid to get dirty <3
Decided to make the account actually have posts that make sense sometime, expect an introduction and other sillies sometime soon (probably just when I get done with work today) ^^
This fuckin guy named Queef man he just responded to me saying "my brain is like runny grits rn" and he said and then he responded and said with said "more like runny shits!" and FUCK that guy man he said FUCK YOU to me and that's MEAN and RUDE and like what the freaking fuck man that's so mean I'm not the poopy girl like waht the fuck chill out get on the super awesome and epic grindness kindset like a boss!!!!!
