#Anianiau

[kiwiwi-art-aaa]

some oc doodles from awhile ago I forgot to post

[windy-trickster]

My babygirl!!! My little Hawaiian princess!!! Fun fact/Basic Info: - Leimoi has lived on an island for a good majority of her life, barely going onto mainland Alternia - Leimoi's nickname is "Leilei", which was given to her by her moirail - Leimoi is the Witch of Hope, her sign being Pirius [Derse/Hope] - Imagine a mixture of Feferi and Ariel, that's basically Leimoi's personality - Her matesprite, a Burgundy male named Leslan Mattap, loves bringing her what she calls "landdweller things" since she gets so excited over it. - Her lusus is called an "Anianiau", which is a Hawaiian bird. - She's VERY anti-hemospectrum - She's a spiritualist as well, having some of her own ideals Leimoi is open for asks and judgements!!! [Sidenote: I referenced one of Feferi's pesterquest sprites!]

[uraharafiles]

file : interesting creatures #2 : endangered birds (list)

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abbot's booby abbot's starling aberdare cistocola abyssinian longclaw aceh pheasant african white-backed vulture african black oystercatcher african gray parrot african green broadbill african penguin african skimmer agulhas long-billed lark akekee akepa akiapola'au akikiki ala shan redstart alagoas antwren alagoas curassow alagoas foliage-gleaner alagoas tyrannulet alatroa grebe albert's lyrebird albertine owlet aldabra brush warbler aldabra drongo algerian nuthatch allpahuayo antbird altamira yellowthroat amami jay amani sunbird amazonian parrotlet amber mountain rock thrush ambon yellow white-eye amsterdam albatross anambra waxbill ancient antwren andaman crake andaman cuckoo-dove andaman drongo andaman hawk-owl andaman scops-owl andaman serpent eagle andaman treepie andaman wood pigeon andaman woodpecker andean condor andean flamingo angolan cave-chat anianiau anjouan island sparrowhawk anjoan scops-owl ankober serin annobon white-eye antioquia bristle-tyrant antipodean albatross antipodes green parakeet apo myna apo sunbird apolinar's marsh wren appert's tetraka apurimac spinetail aquatic warbler arabian grosbeak arabian woodpecker araripe manakin araucaria tit-spinetail archbold's bowerbird archer's lark ascension frigatebird ash's lark ash-breasted tit-tyrant ash-throated antwren ashy antwren ashy storm-petrel ashy thrush ashy-breasted flycatcher ashy-headed laughingthrush asian dowitcher asian golden weaver (why does it sound like a spider) asian green broadbill atitlan grebe atiu swiftlet atlantic petrel atlantic royal flycatcher atlantic yellow-nosed albatross atoll fruit-dove atoll starling auckland islands rail auckland islands shag auckland islands teal auduoin's gull austen's brown hornbill austral rail australasian bittern australian bustard azores bullfinch azores wood pigeon azure jay azure-breasted pitta azure-rumped tanager azure-shouldered tanager

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[birdstudies]

January 20, 2022 - Anianiau or ‘Anianiau (Magumma parva)

These small Hawaiian honeycreepers are found in high-elevation forests on the island of Kaua’i in Hawaii. They eat nectar, insects, spiders, and fruit, sometimes gathering in small flocks, particularly around nectar sources. Breeding from February to June, pairs build open cup-shaped nests from moss, twigs, grass, and bark where females incubate the eggs while males gather food. They are classified as Vulnerable by the IUCN due to their very small range and face threats from diseases spread by mosquitos, habitat loss, climate change, and invasive plants and animals.

[wigmund]

From American Bird Conservancy Bird of the Week; July 7, 2017:

‘Anianiau

SCIENTIFIC NAME: Magumma parvus POPULATION: 10,000-19,999 TREND: Declining HABITAT: Wet upland forests on Kaua’i

The ‘Anianiau is the smallest of the Hawaiian honeycreepers, a group that includes endangered species such as ‘Akikiki and ‘Akeke‘e. Its common name comes from a Hawaiian word meaning “straight-beaked,” and its scientific name, parvus, comes from the Latin word for “small,” referring to this bird's tiny size.

Like the I'iwi and Palila, ‘Anianiau were decimated by the introduction of mosquitos to the Hawaiian Islands. Other threats include habitat loss, climate change, introduced invasive plants, and predators such as rats and cats.

Nectar-sipping Native

‘Anianiau are birds on the move, actively feeding on nectar from native trees, including 'ohi'a, and other native and introduced plants. Like other nectar-feeding honeycreepers such as ʻApapane, the ‘Anianiau has a specialized brush-tipped tongue that it rolls into a tube to drink nectar. It may also use its bill to pierce flowers at the base and sip the nectar.

‘Anianiau also gleans arthropods such as caterpillars and spiders from foliage high in the tree canopy. It spends most of its time in the outer foliage of trees, rarely visiting the trunks or larger branches and very rarely, if ever, coming to the ground. It may sometimes forage in small flocks, particularly at rich nectar sources.

Sweet Trills

The male ‘Anianiau sings a high-pitched, sweet-sounding trill from dawn until dusk as it defends its territory. It will vocalize during the entire breeding season, which runs from February to June. Only males are known to sing, but both male and female utter high-pitched calls.

'Anianiau by Peter LaTourrette

Once they pair up, ‘Anianiau build an open-cup nest from mosses, twigs, grass and bark, usually in an 'ohi'a tree. The male will often feed the female as she builds. ‘Anianiau and other Hawaiian honeycreepers frequently steal nest material from each other, even from other active nests, as they build.

The female incubates her clutch of about three eggs for several weeks; during this period the male brings food to the female, who briefly leaves her nest to receive it. Both sexes look after the young, which leave the nest about 18 days after hatching. Like other Hawaiian honeycreepers, ‘Anianiau fledglings have distinctive “juvenile” calls.

Ongoing Conservation Efforts

The ‘Anianiau currently occupies only about 15 percent of its previous range, and is now restricted to mountain ranges mostly above 1,950 feet. Although relatively tolerant of habitat disturbance, the ‘Anianiau is more common in undisturbed native forest, including protected areas such as the Alaka'i Wilderness Preserve.

ABC is keeping abreast of recent advances in biotechnology that aim to modify, suppress, or even eliminate mosquito populations, which could help stop the spread of introduced diseases such as avian malaria that have wiped out so many native Hawaiian birds.

ABC has helped fund rat control efforts on Kaua'i in cooperation with the Kaua'i Forest Bird Recovery Project, with funding from the National Fish and Wildlife Foundation and other organizations. ABC and other conservation groups recently called for Congress to increase conservation funding in the Hawaiian Islands to support critical conservation work—work essential for saving ‘Anianiau and other endangered honeycreepers.

[americanbirdconservancy]

This little beauty is the ‘Anianiau (pronounced “Annie-Annie-Ooh”), smallest of the Hawaiian honeycreepers. Its common name comes from a Hawaiian word meaning “straight-beaked,” and its scientific name, parvus, comes from the Latin word for “small,” referring to this bird’s tiny size.

'Anianiau were decimated by the introduction of mosquitos to the Hawaiian Islands. Other threats include habitat loss, climate change, introduced invasive plants, and non-native predators such as rats.

Help us help Hawaiian birds! https://abcbirds.org/protect-hawaiis-native-birds-extinction/

Photo by Jack Jeffreys

#anianiau #honeycreeper #hawaiianbirds #birdsofinstagram #yellowbirds #honeycreepersofinstagram #birdsofhawaii

[theraptorcage]

'Anianiau (No common name)

This is the smallest of the Hawai'ian Honeycreepers coming in at a whopping 10g and found only on the island of Kaua'i.

[dendroica]

The Disappearing Songs of Hawaii’s Endangered Native Birds

The sounds of Kauai’s forests are changing. Thirty years ago, David Kuhn could hear a dawn chorus and identify the many different birds that lived on the Hawaiian island. But more recently, Kuhn, a wildlife recordist based on Kauai, began noticing that not only are the forests becoming quieter, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to tell the remaining birds apart by their songs.

Investigating further, in 2014 he recorded a native honeycreeper, an akekee, singing the songs of other endangered honeycreeper species. “That confirmed my confusion up to that point,” says Kuhn. “I thought, what the heck, these guys are starting to sound alike.”

Kuhn’s discovery prompted research into the plight of three of Kauai’s six remaining honeycreeper species: the anianiau, the Kauai amakihi, and the akekee. His hunch was correct — the three species now sing much more similar songs, with less complex vocal signals, due to the decreasing size of their populations, especially among mature birds that pass on song repertoires to younger offspring. It’s the first time this type of behavior among endangered birds has been recorded, says Kristina Paxton, lead author of a paper on honeycreepers published last year in the journal Royal Society Open Science, and a postdoctoral researcher in the Department of Biology at the University of Hawaii at Hilo.

There is far more at stake than the loss of beautiful songs. Birdsong plays an important role in mate attraction and selection, communication about food resources and predators, and the selection of breeding territories. The disappearance of songs can reduce the ability of bird populations to reproduce and survive, making life even more precarious for endangered forest birds like those on Kauai.

The songs are culturally transmitted — learned from parents and other birds in the environment where young birds are maturing. But if young birds don’t hear songs, they won’t learn them, and the lack of repertoire could create problems when it’s time to find a partner and reproduce. “I don’t think we often think about these behaviors that are also really critical to the survival of the species, and how the loss of those could also be a compounding effect of population loss,” says Paxton.

[catty-words]

Femslash February: Day 08. Confession – or the pirate and the rogue scholar AU pt. 2 (ao3)

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Valencia ends up staying on the island longer than a couple days. It’s only practical for her to hang around, between her missing necklace and her broken rib.

“How’re you feeling today?” the woman—Valencia now knows her name is Heather—asks her on the morning of her twelfth day there. She always stops by to check in before disappearing somewhere for several hours at a time, leaving Valencia to her own devices for most of the day.

“Pretty good, actually,” Valencia says, sitting up in her cot. “I might attempt a walk today.”

Heather raises her eyebrows and hikes her satchel further up her shoulder. “You want some company?”

Valencia hears her unspoken just in case, but finds she doesn’t mind it coming from Heather.

“Okay, sure.”

“Cool. How do you feel about birds?”

Valencia feels her eyebrows come together. “Is that a trick question?”

“More like my current project,” Heather says. Even after nearly two weeks of living with her, Valencia isn’t clear on what Heather does with her time. In tearing apart the hut and putting it back together in a meticulous search for her necklace, she’s found dozens of notebooks full of notes, but no clues as to their ultimate purpose.

“Then, uh, neutral,” Valencia says. “I’m neutral on birds.”

Heather frowns thoughtfully, nodding. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

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Heather leads her into the forest that nearly surrounds her hut.

At first, Valencia feels her spirits lifting at being outside for the first time in a while. But after only a few minutes of navigating the uneven terrain and climbing around mossy boulders and stumps, her ribs start to protest.

She only makes it a few more yards before the pain gets so bad, she can no longer ignore it.

“I have to stop here,” she tells Heather, already lowering herself to the ground and leaning against a tree trunk.

“No worries,” Heather says, joining her. “Here’s perfect.”

Valencia follows the line of Heather’s pointing finger to a group of small, yellow birds bouncing around the branches of a nearby tree. She grunts in acknowledgement, worried that if she opens her mouth now, only whimpers would come out.

Instead, she watches quietly as Heather unpacks a notebook, some camera equipment, and a block of wood from her satchel. After jotting a few things down at the top of a clean page in her notes, she slides a pocket knife from her cargo pants and starts whittling away at the block.

After several minutes of watching Heather carve into the wood without ever slicing into her finger though she only casts sparing glances at her hands, Valencia speaks.

“What are you doing?”

“Tracking the mating patterns of the 'anianiau,” Heather says matter-of-fact.

“Okay,” Valencia says. “Why?”

Heather shrugs. “I’m learning all I can about the ecosystem here.”

Valencia’s eyebrows crawl high on her forehead. “Why?”

Heather smiles to herself, letting her hands fall slack in her lap. “Now that’s a loaded question.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, why does anyone study anything?”

“Are you being intentionally dodgy?”

“Haven’t you been since you got here?” Heather asks, though her voice is kind enough.

“That’s different.”

“Sure,” Heather says, marking down something in her notebook. After they sit in tense silence for a moment, she sighs and says, “I was a student. I kept trying to get funding for this project, but no one would pay for and endorse my methods of data collection—which is, like, the whole point of my research plan but whatever. Anyway, eventually I decided academia could fuck itself and came here anyway.”

“All by yourself?” Valencia asks, watching Heather a little more closely.

“Yeah, well. That part was always the plan.”

“Sounds lonely.”

Heather doesn’t say anything for a long while, and Valencia eventually turns her attention back to the birds. When Heather bumps her with her shoulder, she jolts. “So what about you, huh? What’s your story?”

“Oh, it’s not that interesting.” Valencia says, color pooling in her cheeks.

Heather shoots her a funny look. “Pretty sure if that were the case, you wouldn’t be here.”

Valencia feels like the skin on her face is getting tighter. “It’s dumb.”

After a moment of watching her with searching eyes, Heather nods and returns to her carving.

Something drops, heavy and leaden, low in Valencia’s stomach. “I thought I loved a man who seemed like he loved me back,” she starts. “But I guess both of us misjudged. And I only really figured this out after committing to the ruse for years and years before he left me with nothing.”

Heather raises her eyebrows. “And?”

“And nothing.”

“No way is that the end of your story, dude.”

Valencia scoffs. “And what would you know about it?”

“I’m just saying, your average jilted woman rarely ends up washing ashore in the middle of a storm.” Valencia’s about to cut in, but Heather’s faster. “Also, can we talk about the fact that you were on the ocean during one of the biggest storms of the year?”

“So?”

“So, no one sails into that weather unless they’re incredibly stupid or reasonably confident in their skills.” Heather looks Valencia right in the eye. “You don’t strike me as stupid.”

In spite of herself, Valencia feels a smile starting to form on her face. She ducks her head.

“I, uh, take on missionary work where it’s available.”

“Oh, my god,” Heather says, her voice getting conspiratorially low. “Are you a hit woman?”

“What?” Valencia squawks, making the birds flutter nervously. She clears her throat and adds in a calm, even voice, “No.”

“A vigilante?” Heather guesses.

Valencia rolls her eyes. “Close enough, I guess.”

“And so the necklace you’ve been bugging out about since you got here—what’s that?”

“I haven’t been bugging.”

Heather raises her eyebrows. “Full-on meltdown.”

“Well excuse me for not being calm and well-adjusted after waking up in a strange place in strange clothes with a stranger looking after me.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you that,” Heather says. “That’s a lot.”

“I’m lucky the stranger was you, though,” Valencia adds quietly after a beat.

“I’m lucky you’re not a hit woman,” Heather says back, a teasing smile in her eyes.

Valencia finds herself smiling in response.

After that, they lapse into silence once more, Heather carving her block of wood and Valencia admiring her steady, sure movements.

Valencia’s not sure how long they sit there—she’s pretty sure she nods off at some point—but when the light starts filtering into the forest between the trunks of the trees, Heather gently nudges her. They pack up in companionable silence.

“So,” Heather says as they set off, a barely-detectable nervous tremor in her voice. “I feel like I owe it to you to tell you something.”

“Okay,” Valencia says, grabbing hold of Heather’s offered hand as they step over a fallen log.

“You didn’t have a necklace on when I found you.”

Valencia freezes, dropping Heather’s hand immediately.

Heather watches Valencia face for a moment before forging on. “I mean, I guess it’s possible it was somewhere there on the beach, but I didn’t notice anything. I was kinda distracted—you were in a bad way—but yeah. No necklace.”

Valencia swallows hard. “How come…?”

“I didn’t tell you when you asked?” Heather suggests. Valencia nods dumbly, and Heather winces. “It seemed like the thing to do at the time. To get you to take it easy.”

“You manipulated me.”

“It seemed like the thing to do at the time,” Heather says again.

A few thoughts race through Valencia mind, but she shakes the din away. “Show me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Show me where you found me,” Valencia demands.

“Yeah,” Heather says with a small frown. “Okay.”

[keyconservation]

This video is a great example of some of the challenges biologists face to gather research to help endangered species. What are some of the challenges you've faced in the field? | Repost @kauaiforestbirds | How many chicks can you fit into a tiny nest cup? We've been monitoring this nest closely since the clutch size is larger than usual. We use a telescoping pole with a GoPro attached in order to see into nests hidden high in the 'Ohi'a trees. It takes quite a bit of skill to raise a 30' pole into a tree without disturbing the nest, so big shout out to our 2017 crew for all of their hard work this season! Can you spot all four Anianiau nestlings? #conservation #endangeredspecies #wildlife #wildlifephotography #savethebirds #fieldwork #hawaii #kauai #USA #jungle #forest #GoPro #tree #wildlifeconservation #wildlifebiologist #bird #birds #birding #babyanimals #babybird #hope #endangered #endextinction #nature #climbing #KeyConservation

[idioticflockleader-blog]

I am seriously curious now what is the designated birds for all the brothers? For the mun

(Okay, so.

Oso’s is a cardinal. 

Kara’s is a barn swallow. 

Choro’s is a rosy-faced lovebird. 

Ichi’s is a violet-backed starling.

Jyushi’s is an anianiau. 

And Totty’s I’m gonna leave up to Marcy to decide.)