Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.
Fun Fact
BuzzFeed published a report claiming that Tumblr was utilized as a distribution channel for Russian agents to influence American voting habits during the 2016 presidential election in Feb 2018.
listen listen, I adore the parrot grian headcanons and fanart and fics probably more than the next person, but I feel like we're missing a trick here.
Grian should be a Starling.
Hear me out.
native to England (fits Grian cause he's English)
their plumage is black with a metallic sheen to it, causing their feathers to shimmer when the light hits them correctly
extremely gifted at mimicry (there are so many videos of starlings mimicing everything from R2DR from star wars to theme songs)
their nests are comically untidy, and they roost in both natural and artificial cavities (fits with his build themes a lot, and his chest monsters)
very social birds
very talented at aerial displays, their flight patterns are often coordinated with other starlings
they're passerine's, meaning they're perching birds
they have dense plumage, meaning they bathe a lot and have been seen having an affinity for water and enjoying it
they're songbirds
they're prey to peregrines, but have similar aerial capabilities so often (since they move in flocks) make escapes by simply outflying the fastest animal on the planet
but along with the cold and snow, a large group of Starlings has found its way to the yard too. I do find their photos quite entertaining but truth be told, I could live without them pooping all over the place, trashing the bird baths and eating everything in sight… They kind of remind me of the Bumpus Hounds from A Christmas Story 🤪
European starling, one of the most successful birds in urban areas. During autumn and winter especially, when some starlings have migrated from colder climates and joined their warm weather resident relatives, they move in a huge cloud of birds, called a murmuration, on their way to their nightly roosting site.
[ID: an illustration of an iridescent black bird with a gold lacy pattern to its feathers flying to the left. It is on a sunset background with a loosely depicted flock of starlings behind it, merging into dark cloud shapes. End.]
Have you ever looked up at the sky to see a view like this? When masses of Starlings (genus Sturnidae) fly in sync, this phenomenon is known as a murmuration. Wonder why these birds do this? Flying in a group of hundreds, sometimes even thousands, provides protection against predators: The mass can be daunting for a falcon who’s trying to snatch a single target from the quick-moving crowd. To stay in a tight formation, each starling is in tune with the motions of seven of its surrounding neighbors. Doing so allows each bird to respond to the fluid movements of the overall cohort, as there’s no single bird leading the flock.
sometimes i think too hard about the way that we make mistakes of care. that love can enter into the air and warp.
in 1890, a man loved shakespeare so much he released 60 european starlings into Central Park. in shakespeare's work, you see, these birds often take stage as allegories for melody and grace. their wings carry flecks of light. and sometimes, i cannot blame him - what could be wrong about feathers and poetry? this is love sometimes, i think. the way we fill so much up with hope that we are blinded by the flock of it. we want a world sank deep in it. rustling with it.
my aubela liked the saying too much of a good thing. in spanish, it's actually lo mucho cansa - too much tires. for a long time, as a child, the idea was so startling to me. how can i have too much joy? too much laughter? too much love?
european starlings are now an invasive species that threaten the livelihood of native wildlife. in poetry, we call the turn from one theme to another "the volta" - where the story suddenly twists and becomes a new shape. there is a wikipedia page about this man's singular action.
the way i learned to hurt myself was by slamming myself against life as an expression of love. how could i be depressed if i simply was always polite, and charming, and down to have fun? if i was the funniest, kindest, most-available person? there is no such thing as being too much of a good friend, right? if i am always the one planning the party and being available and lending an ear. how can a person be too good at loving others?
i love grackles. i know other people find them ugly. they're just so sleek and beautiful. i love red-winged blackbirds and chickadees and sparrows. to be honest - i love starlings too.
my heart is central park and all the birds are singing. i love being called good-natured, it makes me feel like i'm winning. i will always be perfect, be lovely, be full of poetry.
my heart is central park and winter is bowing fingers into the fall leaves. something in me is buried badly. if i ignore it, i can cover the smell of rotting.