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It’s Fossil Friday, so soar into the weekend with Archaeopteryx! When this dinosaur was first described in 1861, it caused a sensation. Discovered shortly after Charles Darwin proposed the theory of evolution by means of natural selection, Archaeopteryx provided an example of evolution in action—a fossil that showed the transition between reptiles and birds. The first Archaeopteryx fossils ever found included exquisitely preserved skeletons with clear imprints of wings and feathers, but also teeth and a bony tail. Today, scientists think Archaeopteryx wasn’t able to fly very well, but the species still represents a turning point in paleontologists’ understanding of the relationship between ancient dinosaurs and modern birds in the design of both its body and brain. You can spot Archaeopteryx, and so much more, at the Museum! Plan your visit.
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Fiction is not reality.
You can enjoy things in fiction that would be awful in the real world. Like playing a murderhobo in a game! In the real world, being or supporting a murderer-thief would be pretty damn awful, while in the game it's just good fun. Same with anything else you choose to do with the pixels on the screen, like kinks that don't affect anyone real, so they're okay in fiction, but would be pretty damn bad in real life.
No one else is responsible for your online experience. They are required not to harass you, but they are not and never will be obligated to not post about ships, kinks, or tropes you dislike just to avoid you seeing them. It's up to you to blacklist words or phrases, block tags, or even block users as needed to avoid seeing content that upsets you.
No one can force you to read anything against your consent. Any content you don't like seeing can be instantly avoided by closing out of the offending post/fic.
You are not owed an online experience free of discomfort.
Nothing that happens in your imagination can ever make you a bad person. Words you write or read about fictional characters will never make you a bad person.
The claim that media consumption influences real-life behavior is intellectually dishonest and serves only to excuse the behavior of real offenders.
Fiction is a safe way to explore horrifying or confusing concepts. Therapists agree that fiction, even (or especially) about taboo topics is a good coping mechanism, especially, but not exclusively, for trauma survivors. Fiction is to adults what play therapy is to children. This doesn't stop being true if the work in question is of a sexual nature.
Sex isn't an inherently worse or better motivation than anything else. A work written to create feelings of arousal isn't dirty, shameful, or in any way less pure than works written to entertain, provoke moral questions, or for other reasons. And worth noting is that multiple purposes can exist in the same story, especially fanfiction.
You aren't entitled to an explanation for why someone reads, writes, or otherwise enjoys certain works, kinks, tropes, ships, etc.
had a weirdly black chick hatch. VERY black. little to no markings on his back.
I do not have the component genes to make black. I mean, I have them at all, but THIS LINE does not have the genes to make black. But that is an awfully black colored bird for not being the Black morph.
fascinating, could it be a random mutation or do you think some black snuck in somewhere?
An excellent question!
While it COULD be a random mutation, that's exceedingly rare to just Happen and, practically speaking, it's more likely to happen in bloodlines that are in mass production facilities. This is due to two factors. One: numbers. People creating the most new baby quail are also creating the most chances for something to mutate. Two: feed quality. One of the number one factors in gene mutation is poor nutrition. It's PART of why we see so MANY mutations in captivity (the other biggest reason being that we foster an environment where they won't be eaten for not blending in right). And large-scale breeders are generally using whatever is cheapest, to make it worthwhile, and "whatever is cheapest" is not always what's best, or even actually complete nutrition.
For scale, my incubator holds about 600 quail eggs. That may seem like a lot. On average over the spring and summer, I hatch AROUND 80-150 birds every week. That may seem like a lot! But I also know of medium-scale breeders who hatch 500-1000 per week. And then there's large scale facilities whose hatches over the year total in the millions. When you see a pallet full of quail eggs in the Costco fridge, that's coming from facilities like that. I hatch January to October, so even if I was hitting the max amount i could hatch in a week (which is NOT the case), I would barely cross 6,000 birds. And I'm definitely not hitting that, I would guess it's more like 4,000ish given the winter months. While, statistically in a best-cast scenario I might have 6000 chances with the same kind of chance as anyone else, when mutation chance is less than one in a million, it's simply more likely to happen in a location that's got a million chances.
So, I would guess it's not de novo.
"Black" isn't one gene in quail. I mean, it IS, there is a gene called recessive black, but it's never been in the public's hands, so it's VERY unlikely to be that. The other black, the one developed by Rebecca Lynch, is supposedly a combination of 4 genes in homozygous form: extended brown, fawn, fee, and myrle. It also MUST be free of sex-linked brown (SLB).
This is a wild type quail with no mutations:
Extended brown extends the darkest part of the brown patterning from the back of the bird all over the bird, and eliminates the spine pattern and the paler chest, creating a fairly homogeneous looking brown bird. I couldn't quickly find a plain EB, but here's an EB of mine with a red factor gene, so you can see the pattern makes the whole bird one solid pattern of brown
Fee removes the red from a bird, leaving only black and yellow pigments. Here's two examples, the one on the right/second photo has been sunbleached, making the blacks less prominant and showing off the yellows.
Fawn changes the pattern again, and dilutes/removes browns, leaving reds, blacks, and yellows
And myrle is supposed to intensify blacks. Left is a homo EB bird with myrle, right is a homo EB without myrle.
Now. Technically I have EB, Fawn, and Fee in my breeding cages. THIS LINE is homo EB, and has had fawn and fee in it at some point. But fawn and fee are NOT recessives (nor is myrle); they show in single copy, even on EB birds. And genes that are not recessive are easy to clean out of a line- you simply take all the birds that have that visual trait, and remove them. Which is what I did.
The only two phenotypes I've been getting from these quail are these two:
And while the chick on the right IS darker, it's not black black. It is, I'm pretty sure anyway, the difference between an SLB EB and a wild type EB. Sex-linked brown is a sex linked gene that dilutes blacks to browner colors. This is why it can't be in a Black bird, because then the bird would not be black, it would be brown. Most of my CE line still are or carry SLB (it's part of what I'm cleaning out of their line).
Now, TO ME, Black quail in photos just look like a clean, darker Tibetan (homo EB). Which, y'know, I suppose they are! They're just that way because of a lot of extra genes. Which is probably why this one resembles that; because I've been selecting for clean, dark tibetans. It's possible that I missed cleaning out certain components (fee and fawn) and can't tell het myrle from no myrle (it COULD be that what I think is SLB vs WT is actually SLB vs myrle), and that I randomly got a Black.
My next step with these guys, after I've gotten what I can from them, is to actually clean them out. Once I have clean wild type celadons, I was going to put a male over the remaining EB hens, and try to properly clean the line of all extra genes. At that point, I'll be able to see if I missed anything, and go from there. Chances are good I just missed a gene in the cleaning process. It happens!
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So my parents are on vacation for a couple of weeks, which means that I am going up (literally up, they live just up the hill like a block from us) once a day to look after their cats.
They have 2 cats. Both very raggedy and now elderly former feral boys, both gingers. There is not a single braincell between the pair of them.
Wash (full government name Washburn) thinks all humans are friend shaped. Sherpa (Full name Stop Climbing That Get Down From There What Are You A Sherpa) is terrified of every human on the planet except my parents.
So, whenever I go up and let myself in, I hear the scrabble of claws on the hardwood floor. Wash then runs full speed into my shins demanding attention, and Sherpa ramps off the whatever he was perched on, a wall, another wall, and scrambles up the stairs to hide under the bed upstairs. Note that he has seen me regularly for 9 years now.
My mom texted me the other day to ask 'Did u see both of them'
Me; 'Wash is clinging to my pants and refusing to let me leave and Sherpa was on top of the fridge again somehow. He's upstairs hiding now.'
Mom; 'that cat is 14 years old HOW IS HE STILL CLIMBING THE FRIDGE HE KNOWS HE IS NOT ALLOWED UP THERE. ANARCHY AS SOON AS WE LEAVE UGH'
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guys look at this extremely sable sable shelpie. the most sable per sable ive seen in a while
on the topic of a lot of sable per sable, how about: black and (barely any) white
Being a ranger I spend a lot of time alone in the wilderness for hours in the company of one of four co workers.
One such worker for the purpose of this post we shall refer to as Dave.
Dave is a very quiet man. He confesses that if conversation happens too quickly and for too long he gets tired so we often work in silence. He's very polite and good natured but it's obvious that he would happily live and work alone for the rest of his life given the option.
He's very much in the previous generation of ranger, a practical man in his fourties or fifties happy to be kept physically busy for a day and then be sent home with some pay. I had to show him how to use a work issued smart phone.
Meanwhile the rest of the team is made up of the current generation of rangers; openly nurodivergent queer women in their twenties or thirties who work this job because it's the only setting where we can vaguely look sane.
So Dave sticks out a bit. It's really nice when he opens up though because he's an impulsive individual when left to his own devices and has plenty of stories to tell if the mood takes him. I really like working with Dave.
Anyway, one day we've got a job that takes a three hour hike to get to and early on the topic of deer comes up.
I hadn't realised this was the first time we had discussed deer, but blatantly it was. Dave's entire demeanour changes, there's a bit of passion in his voice, but it's also hushed as if he's talking about something sacred.
"Deer are my favourite animal." He says.
I'm also eager to hear Dave talk about himself, so I encourage him to say more.
"I'd love to be a deer myself."
And more
"If a genie offered me the opportunity to become a deer I'd take it. I wouldn't even stop to ask what the price was."
And more
"Sometimes I feel like I'm a deer having a dream about being a human.*
And there I am, a long time commuter to the therian/otherkin community keeping up the encouraging face of someone being politely interested, knowing that this man is straight up a therian with no frame of reference.
And I decided that I wouldn't push the subject outside of the bounds of what Dave is comfortable with, I wouldn't try to teach him the terms "Therian" or "Otherkin" but absolutely I would talk with this man as if he's a deer.
And it's a bit magical really. He's an impulsive individual so I have to talk him out of some risky choices every so often and "this is why deer like you keep getting stuck in fences" has become this magical phrase that allows him to step down from a mistake with a bit of a smile on his face.
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We got Musk off our land. Let's build a monument to remind him he's a sad little b**** with no friends.
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Could I request please, some beautiful Bateleur?
Indeed.
Bateleur Eagle (Terathopius ecaudatus), GETTIN PUFFFY!!!, family Accipitridae, found in much of Sub-Saharan Africa
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My favourite prehistoric guys.
You now have to exclusively go by your tumblr url instead of your name. How fucked are you?
This would go horribly for me, socially
Not perfect but I'd manage
Close to my name already/no issue
This would be an absolute win for me
In The Road to El Dorado there is only really one inexplicable thing within the plot. Miguel and Tulio plausibly bluff their way through or slip out of most situations. However, I’d never figured out why the volcano actually stops erupting when Tulio commands it.
The conclusion I finally came up with is that the actual gods were watching their big entrance go down, and thought “oh, this’ll be hilarious”
theres a lot of evidence throughout the movie to say that the armadillo (whose name is bibo) is a god.
they first find him in the jungle, where an armadillo has no business being
they find the entrance to the city, while being followed by him
he is present when the volcano starts to erupt (previous concept art also showed him in the background actually stopping the eruption)
miguel and tulio sucked ass at the ball game, so they used Bibo as a ball. He ricocheted himself all over the place and defied physics to get into the hoop every time
they come up with the flood plan to stop cortez when bibo pushed a glass over in front of them
YOUR TELLING ME THEY USED GOD AS A BASKETBALL?