We saw some good birds (and lizards tuatara) on our trip to Wellington last week! The Zealandia sanctuary is awesome.
The one I was most excited to see was the shining bronze cuckoo (green on the back, white and brown striped on the front in the photos above). As a child I learned about cuckoos laying their eggs in other birds' nests and leaving another species to raise them - but this is the first time I actually saw it in action! That baby cuckoo was sitting there going beep beep beep while a poor tiny grey warbler dashed around trying to find enough food for her giant son.
(Photos courtesy of my partner)
I must say. I have never, in my life, seen such a display of divine punishment. It was almost poetic, like a hero from the epics of old rising in vengence and rage, a symbol of the people. As someone vehemently against the death penalty I should feel disgusted, but I really cannot help but be in awe at this man.
Sometimes, money and power rise you so above justice that you must be brought down to earth and reminded you're mortal. The passing of a soul is always a shame, but when a soul kills thousands and views lives as mere numbers to fill his pockets? I may no longer be that religious, but I will say even Jesus Cristo - known hater of the rich and despiser of fucking other people over - would find it hard to keep up with "love each other as I have loved you" motto. Perhaps that's why he's a religious figure and I am not, for my heart hasn't experienced this catharsis in ages.
A elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests.
First she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Walmart.
"Walmart?" the preacher exclaimed. "Why Walmart?"
"Then I'll be sure my daughters will visit me twice a week."
compilation of my favorites so far. this energy for 2025 please
Findings located, it's cold and there are cats, join us in the fey forest
I hope the CEO of united healthcare gets stuck in queue at the pearly gates indefinitely while terrible Muzak plays and an angel’s voice very occasionally calls out “Your afterlife is very important to us. Please stay in the line” and then his entrance is denied.
My son.
I birthed him.
He is my little bebe.
And I love him.
You also love him.
Because he's but a little boi.
He much prefers toilet water to his water dish.
But this is okay.
Because we love him.
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