Goth Birds, etc.

Did you know? There’s a goth parrot living in the mountains of New Guinea. It’s called the Dracula parrot for its devastatingly attractive danger-birdy looks (also, their call, which is said to be haunting. It's been described as harsh, raspy, and growling—cool!). These creepy beauties are also known as Pesquet's parrot or Psittrichas fulgidus.

Despite their commonly referred tp name and vulturine appearance, these babies are frugivores. They eat figs, mangoes, softer fruits, blossoms and nectar. Blood and meat are not on the menu. They can live up to 40 years if they’re not hunted down for their gorgeous plumage or skin (which is used to make tourist tchotchkes) or meat OR they croak because they’ve lost their homes to deforestation.

Why is New Guinea being denuded?

The development of some countries often takes place at the expense of others. In New Guinea, many forests are being looted illegally to cover massive demands from the booming economies of China and other countries.

Traders and loggers use “gloves off” methodologies to access timber at all costs. Illegal logging involving intimidation and corruption is widespread, which can cause resentment, strife, and encourages further bad governance.

In addition, forests are being converted to large-scale commercial plantations, often using unsustainable practices. (source)

EVERYONE, PLANT SOME DAMN TREES! 

WHY do property owners feel the need to have golf course-like lawns and grounds? For starters, these abominations are sterile looking—just ugly as hell. Also, the high water use, displacement and general agitata of the local critters (in their own damn HOMES!) and all the poisonous bloody pesticides are killing the goddamn planet.

All so you can play some inane game? Play a round of chess or Go and then take a stroll through the Public Garden or just around your own damn block. You’ll get the same amount of exercise, see more real-life greenery and wildlife and, BONUS, you’ll use more of your brain.

I knew an otherwise sensible, intelligent man (NOT a high powered, corporate-ladder-climbing, weasel dicked networker) who claimed to golf because it was a nice walk in “nature.” That’s like saying your trip to Disneyland Paris is just like going to actual, real world France. Nah, it ain’t—not in any fucking way, shape or form. Stop it.

Get outside
Get outside
Get outside
Get Outside, Robert Palmer 

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