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i will be a fisherman

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Iridescent Grizzly Bear Stickers

(Image ID: Four bear stickers. A brown bear standing, a gold bear sitting, a gold bear standing, and a brown bear sitting.)

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The other day, I went down the rabbit hole of "cute donkeys" and came up with my head full of things I didn't know about mules (the hybrid offspring of a horse and a donkey), and why they were once so coveted as work animals.

Brace for info dump, while enjoying this lovely photo of a trio of draft mules.

The explanation is hybrid vigour (when hybrid offspring have enhanced traits compared to its parents):

Mules are stronger, hardier, healthier, have better endurance, harder hooves, sturdier skin and can handle extreme weather better than horses or donkeys. They are also more patient, more intelligent, and easier to handle than either of their parent species. Horses may be faster, but that's about the single thing they're better at than a mule of the same size.

So mules, being all around nicer to work with and getting you more work for the same amount of feed, and with less hassle, were preferred for just about every job purpose.

Habby du Magnou, a Poitevin Mulassier mare, and her daughter Lady du Magnou, a rare Poitevin mule

But since horses have 64 chromosomes and donkeys have 62, mules end up with 63 chromosomes, which means they are almost invariably sterile. That's because biology gets very confused when trying to split an uneven number of chromosomes neatly in half to create germ cells. There are a few documented exceptions of fertile mule mares (never stallions), but they are very, very rare. So you have to keep crossbreeding the two parent species to produce them, usually by breeding a donkey sire (jack) to a horse dam (mare). This is because it's easier for a 32 chromosome egg to incorporate a 31 chromosome sperm into a viable zygote (fertilised egg) than vice versa.

Because of this, there was (and still is) in France a breed of absolutely massive draft horses, the Poitevin Mulassier, and a breed of big-ass donkeys (pun intended, but honestly they're arguably the largest donkeys in the world, and shaggy like Highland cattle), the Baudet du Poitou, two breeds whose main purpose was to breed the enormous and super-strong Poitevin mule.

The Poitevin mule

This absolute unit was the must-have work-animal for all kinds of farm and industrial work for centuries, and a significant French export, until mechanisation made these magnificent creatures obsolete.

With no demand for the Poitevin mule , its parent breeds dwindled, almost to the brink of extinction. Determined conservation efforts during the last few decades are slowly bringing their numbers back up, but they're very far from their heyday, when some 20,000 Poitevin mules were born annually.

The Poitevin Mulassier

Both the parent breeds are still endangered, which means most of the current effort is directed into bringing up the numbers of Poitevin horses and Poitou donkeys. This means breeding horses to horses and donkeys to donkeys, with very few breeding opportunities allowed to produce the Poitevin mule. Only about 20 of those are born each year.

The Baudet du Poitou

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you will hear me sharpening my axe at all times

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Thinking about 13 Latvias again

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Robert McCall, ‘Island Shrine,’ 1982

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You have been brought before the ORC BOYAR.

The ORC BOYAR seeks entertainment; perhaps this will be your chance to impress the ORC BOYAR?

Perform a dance for the ORC BOYAR by selecting two DESCRIPTORS of the ORC BOYAR's liking.

You perform a BONE MUSHROOM dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a CHEESE SPIKE dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a FAST BROTH dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a HOT CRUMB dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform the DESSERT STONE

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a LAKE MUD dance.

You feel TIRED.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a ROYAL PIG dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a CAVE TROUT dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a ANVIL BREAD dance.

Your POINTED JINGLE SHOES begins to show wear from use! Bring the item the TOWN SMITH to repair it.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a DOG MOSS dance.

The ORC BOYAR seemed slightly interested.

You perform form a DOG DOG dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a MOSS MOSS dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a MOSS DOG dance.

The ORC BOYAR was not impressed.

You perform a DOG MOSS dance.

The ORC BOYAR was sent into a rage.

ORC BOYAR: I have already seen DOG MOSS dance. Away with you!

A FERAL HOG appears to your LEFT.

A FERAL HOG appears to your RIGHT.

A FERAL HOG appears to your FRONT.

The FERAL HOG attacks you!

The FERAL HOG attacks you!

The FERAL HOG attacks you!

You have DIED. The world has been thrown into chaos.

Tip: The ORC BOYAR was once heard to have inscribed his favorite dance on a HIDDEN STONE in the DARK DWELLING.

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thinking about the time a prof told us that in real research mathematics it's fine to be slow, speed itself is not essential, as long as you can find it within yourself to make consistent unyielding inexorable forward progress, like the time some guy stole an M60A3 tank and terrorized a suburban neighborhood with it, said guy wasn't going that fast but plowed through cars and telephone poles and shit no problem. i'm not kidding that's what he said, that's the metaphor he used, he told us that the act of mathematics is like the 1995 san diego tank rampage

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shit I wouldn’t believe my eyes either, that’s a lot of fireflies 

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how the fuck am i supposed to live my life knowing that this exists and i can't have it

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quitting work and school to focus on south park yaoi

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rip to all the “fuckyeah___” blogs that carried our society at one point </3

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I fucked up so badly on this sudoku page no ones ever gonna wanna have sex with me

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this cannot be a real fortune i just got