Breac*She/her**Wisconsin
I'm a small flock owner of a bunch of chickens and turkeys, whom I love dearly. Expect lots of posts related to poultry, naturey things, some various fandom stuff, and art every once in a blue moon.
Background courtesy of Goat-Soap!
Also, apparently some Aechulean handaxes were made from fossil-bearing rocks and I like to think that was a conscious choice on the part of the hominid who made them.
This is Dendrocephalus proeliator, the rare fairy shrimp that I co-discovered in 2019. This is a mature male in a ¼ teaspoon. They are found only in certain soils in central Florida and they refuse to hatch unless they have their special soil chemistry intact
maybe if I keep telling the story, it will never have to end. that way I can keep you alive. If the story lasts forever, so will you. yes, you die in the end. yes I am the only one who remembers. yes I am the only one who knows. But if I never say it aloud, maybe you won’t die. maybe this time orpheus won’t turn around. maybe peter won’t deny him. maybe when I reach the end, you will have had time to come up with a clever solution and escape. maybe this time we survive it together. and the next time, you can tell this story with me. maybe everyone survives and we don’t have to tell the story at all. maybe they don’t. if I never finish, I’ll never have to know. let me speak for a little bit longer. let me live in a world that you are also in for just a moment more. sometimes your memory feels like a noose. I’m sorry. I’m not ready for you to die
I got to see some leyendecker pieces in person! He’s a really big inspiration of mine so one of the things I focused on was the actual close ups of the brush strokes in his pieces bc they’re so cool
“On the 6th Day of the 2nd Month of the First Year of the Kampo era. Taking a moment of my free time, I wish to express my joy of the cat. It arrived by boat as a gift to the late Emperor, received from the hands of Minamoto no Kuwashi.
The color of the fur is peerless. None could find the words to describe it, although one said it was reminiscent of the deepest ink. It has an air about it, similar to Kanno. Its length is 5 sun, and its height is 6 sun. I affixed a bow about its neck, but it did not remain for long.
In rebellion, it narrows its eyes and extends its needles. It shows its back.
When it lies down, it curls in a circle like a coin. You cannot see its feet. It’s as if it were circular Bi disk. When it stands, its cry expresses profound loneliness, like a black dragon floating above the clouds.
By nature, it likes to stalk birds. It lowers its head and works its tail. It can extend its spine to raise its height by at least 2 sun. Its color allows it to disappear at night. I am convinced it is superior to all other cats.”
- journal entry of 22-year-old Emperor Uda on March 11, 889 CE and earliest record of a cat in Japan [x]
as a trans person I’ve always empathised with the figure of the minotaur - an outcast, belonging in neither the human nor the animal world, made out to be a monster. I wanted to try out a two-layer lino print again after a few years, and this is the result! prints available in my shop rejka.bigcartel. com
This Feathursday we showcase three of the smallest falcons in Europe and America: the Eurasian Hobby (Falco subbuteo), Common Kestrel (Falco tinnunculus), andAmerican Kestrel (Falco sparverius). All are in the genus Falco, and all occupy a similar niche within the falcon genus, although the Hobby is more falconesque in its hunting behavior. The American Kestrel, however, may not be a true kestrel, but seems more closely related to other North American falcons.
The species … can be found in parkland, farmland, and the margins of towns and villages [and cities!]. To hint at this association with modern man I have chosen to illustrate my male bird against a setting of sawn logs. This I feel works very well, the firewood is a perfectly natural element but the presence of civilised man is suggested through the obviously unnatural arrangement of the timber. The bird could be sunning itself in somebody’s farmyard or rural garden and has taken advantage of the perching point whilst it sits and waits for the arrival of a potential snack.
