Instead of all that deadly white the courtyard was now a blaze of colors; glossy chestnut sides of centaurs, indigo horns of unicorns, dazzling plumage of birds, reddy-brown of foxes, dogs and satyrs, yellow stockings and crimson hoods of dwarfs; and the birch-girls in silver, and the beech-girls in fresh, transparent green, and the larch-girls in green so bright that it was almost yellow.
"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis
we might often see birds that can be a bit confusing to identify. They are the youngsters from last year and are still molting into their adult plumage or females that are usually more shy. In the last two days, I saw some of this in Rosebreasted Grosbeaks and Redwinged Blackbirds (the third picture is a female).
Pluto is such a weird oc I Still Need A Design for (and clothes bc he can't be naked) bc he Is an immortal deity older than most of the ones we know of. He's just been - so terribly lonely. In a state of mechanized torpor, almost - the eons eventually just blur together, when nothing interesting is happening. Sure another planet got erased 100 years ago, but thats just the norm. It doesn't matter. Catalogue it, preserve it, same old.
What does stand out from this monotonous routine is a supreme kai in training landing face first into your front yard.