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If you care about your local wildlife, you won't let your cat free roam outside. There are ways to allow your cat some outside time that will keep both your cat and the local wildlife safe, if that's something you're set on. Enclosed outside spaces (catio, enclosed patio area, properly fenced-in and cat-proofed backyard) or taking your cat on walks are both great ways to get your cat outside while still keeping your cat and the local ecosystem protected.

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My day job is analyzing wildlife photos, and I've been getting this strage creature on camera recently... can anyone tell me what it is?

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@bunnypets

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Lovely colours on this green hairstreak - Callophrys rubi.

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‘we live forever.

we are as old as the sky,

old as the moon.’

(junicorn day 01)

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Again she charged, and again the Bull gave ground, heavy with perplexity but still quick as a fish. His own horns were the color and likeness of lightning, and the slightest swing of his head made her stagger; but he retreated and retreated, backing steadily down the beach, as she had done. She lunged after him, driving to kill, but she could not reach him. She might have been stabbing at a shadow, or at a memory.

So the Red Bull fell back without giving battle, until she had stalked him to the water’s edge. There he made his stand, with the surf swirling about his hoofs and the sand rushing away under them. He would neither fight nor fly, and she knew now that she could never destroy him. Still she set herself for another charge, while he muttered wonderingly in his throat.

He strode out a long way before he began to swim. The hugest waves broke no higher than his hocks, and the timid tide ran away from him. But when at last he let himself sink onto the flood, then a great surge of the sea stood up behind him: a green and black swell, as deep and smooth and hard as the wind. It gathered in silence, folding from one horizon to the other, until for a moment it actually hid the Red Bull’s humped shoulders and sloping back. Schmendrick lifted the dead prince, and he and Molly ran until the cliff face stopped them. The wave fell like a cloudburst of chains.

Then the unicorns came out of the sea.

– Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn, pages 170-172

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“I am a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I now I do. I regret.”

– The Last Unicorn (1982); Rankin/Bass; Peter S. Beagle

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Background art from The Last Unicorn (1982); Rankin/Bass

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Lonely

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watched the last unicorn yesterday, drew this while watching

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Lady Amalthea

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drawing every day until I stop day 3

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I was innocent and wise, and full of pain. Now that I'm a woman, everything is strange.

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"Who am I? Why am I here? What is it that I’m searching for in this strange place, day after day?"

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there has never been a time without unicorns

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Duckling walking across lily pad.

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The Last Unicorn (1982)