#Pheasant family

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's tanka 13:sometimes with picture

Over ten years

continued to bloom

Massonia

Water cut off in summer

wake up in autumn

十年も

咲き続けたる

マッソニア

夏は断水

秋に目覚める

Massonia longipes is a plant of the Pheasant family, which is drought tolerant and is considered to be a succulent plant. I bought it from "Sakata Seeds" more than 10 years ago, and it blooms with good fragrance every year.Just in full bloom on New Year's Day.

(2014.01.06)

[arkiwii]

may i perhaps introduce you to trans mulberry headcanon

[creamecream]

Anyone done the sibling song with Mr. Rabbit, Ms. Pheasant, and Mr. Owl? I have a need.

Just wanted to ask before I doodle it myself.

[tianalaurence1]

Princess Anne gives touching nod to King Charles as she wears brooch her brother gave her as a wedding present in 1973 to State Banquet at Buckingham Palace | Daily Mail Online

The menu - pheasant, Princess Anne's favorite and dress of the photoshoot for her 70th 👗😍👸

[illustration-station]

She's the love interest for my victorian vampire lady. Her name is Millicent Blackriver. She fulfills my daydream of swooning in aristocrat.

[the-monkey-ruler]

The Battle Between Demon Girl and the Ox Devil (1950) 天魔女大戰牛魔王

Director: Bi Hu Starring: Qin Xiaoli / Liu Kexuan / Cui Zichao / Liang Ruibing Genre: Fantasy Country/Region of Production: Hong Kong, China Language: Cantonese Date: 1950-06-07 Type: Retelling

Summary:

During the Yuan Dynasty, Niubi was ordered by the Bull Demon King to pretend to be a fortune teller and went to the City God's Temple to search for the man of the Ten Spirits Period, so that the Bull Demon King could sacrifice and practice the Immortal-killing Sword to dominate the world. Niubi took a fancy to Ye Lingsheng, a beautiful young man who came with his parents to offer incense, but Lingsheng was immediately kidnapped by the witch who transformed into a young woman. The Bull Demon King leads Princess Iron Fan and Niubi to the Heavenly Demon Cave to pursue the souls, and each casts magic spells with the Heavenly Witch. As a result, the Bull Demon King defeated the Heavenly Witch with the wind and fire fan and brought the soul back to the Fire Cloud Cave.

The Heavenly Witch went to the Peacock Cave to ask for help, and joined forces with the Jade Faced Vixen, Peacock, and Pheasant spirits to attack the Fire Cloud Cave, killing them until the sky was dark and the earth was dark. When they were evenly matched, the Bull Demon King killed Jade Faced Vixen with the Nine Dragon Fire Mask. The Heavenly Witch transforms into Princess Iron Fan and goes into the cave to snatch back the souls, and then steals the Wind and Fire Fan. After hearing the news, the Bull Demon King was furious and ordered Princess Iron Fan to transform into the Heavenly Witch to steal the Hunyuan Universe Bag from his teacher, Lady of Lishan Mountain, and set up the Tiangang Formation. The Heavenly Witch fights the Bull Demon King again, but unexpectedly the Fire Cloud Cave is surrounded by the Qiankun Bag. At the critical moment, Lady of Lishan Mountain arrived, took back the Qiankun Bag, subdued the Bull Demon King and the Heavenly Witch, and rescued the souls.

Source: https://chinesemov.com/1950/The-Battle-Between-Demon-Girl-and-the-Ox-Devil

Link: N/A

[jonahcarter]

Chicken Fried Pheasant

Family favorite around bird hunting season. Chicken fried pheasant is so simple and good, and unless you tell them, they don't have a clue it's wild game. Uses few ingredients, prep and cooking time are minimal. The first problem is getting the bird in the first place, if you're a hunter! The second problem is there are NEVER any leftovers, no matter how much you cook. Makes wonderful cold sandwiches IF there is anything leftover!

[yootoon]

Chicken Fried Pheasant Favorite among the family during bird hunting season. They have no idea it's wild game unless you tell them, and chicken-fried pheasant is so easy and delicious. uses few ingredients, requires little preparation, and cooks quickly. If you're a hunter, the first issue is actually getting the bird! No matter how much you cook, there are ALWAYS leftovers, which is the second issue. If there are any leftovers, it makes delicious cold sandwiches! 1.5 tablespoons distilled white vinegar, 2 pheasant breast halves thinly sliced, 1 cup milk, 1 cup canola oil for frying, 1 cup finely crushed saltine cracker crumbs

[sea-loverr]

Chicken Fried Pheasant

Family favorite around bird hunting season. Chicken fried pheasant is so simple and good, and unless you tell them, they don't have a clue it's wild game. Uses few ingredients, prep and cooking time are minimal. The first problem is getting the bird in the first place, if you're a hunter! The second problem is there are NEVER any leftovers, no matter how much you cook. Makes wonderful cold sandwiches IF there is anything leftover!

[morriscalvin]

Chicken Fried Pheasant

Family favorite around bird hunting season. Chicken fried pheasant is so simple and good, and unless you tell them, they don't have a clue it's wild game. Uses few ingredients, prep and cooking time are minimal. The first problem is getting the bird in the first place, if you're a hunter! The second problem is there are NEVER any leftovers, no matter how much you cook. Makes wonderful cold sandwiches IF there is anything leftover!

[herpsandbirds]

Mountain Peacock-pheasant (Polyplectron inopinatum), male, family Phasianidae, near Kuala Lampur, Malaysia

photograph by Godbolemandar 

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

PEOPLE in my HOUSE

[colormewithsky]

I went to the fair the next town over, and one of the rabbits was named Pig.

[todaysbird]

the green peafowl is a large member of the pheasant family found in southeast asia. due to threats from the pet trade, hunting, and deforestation, the species has been listed as endangered since 2009. a diverse eater, this species feeds on primarily fruits, insects, and invertebrates. unlike the much more common indian blue peafowl, it is harder to distinguish the sexes of the green peafowl; outside of the breeding season, when the male loses the long, characteristic tail feathers, the coloration and plumage of the two sexes is very similar. they are also known for being much more difficult to keep in captivity than the indian blue peafowl.

[sweetness-pop]

4 Years after their daughter Violett Lombardi was born, Falco Lombardi and Katt Monroe-Lombardi welcomed their 2nd child into the Lylat System on May 15, 18 ALW. Their son Ace Lombardi.

[muffinlance]

prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place

There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and he’s not sure if it's his eyes—

(Father wouldn’t have meant to blind him. Being blind won't help him catch the Avatar, so he’ll just not go blind.)

It’s either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.

So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.

“Banishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?”

- - -

“Prince Zuko,” Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. She’s using his title, so that he’ll use hers. And if he doesn’t then he’s ill-mannered and not fit for his own. 

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko grits out.

“I’ll just be inspecting your ship, then. Father’s orders.”

Two men are in shackles by the time she’s done. 

“—Fostering mutiny against your prince,” she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. “When our father hears about this—”

- - -

“So you had them executed,” Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.

“Of course, father,” says the kneeling child. “It was an attack on our family.”

Her father doesn’t say anything.

Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count. 

One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.

Her father is silent still.

One. Two.

“Forgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,” she says. “I will bring them to you for judgment next time.”

“Do so,” Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ‘next time.’

- - -

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko says.

“Your bandage is off, brother,” Azula says. “Are you blind?”

“No.”

(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpiece—he’s not blind in that eye. He’s just… still recovering.)

“Lovely,” she says. “Then what’s your excuse for the condition of this ship?”

…He has an increased budget for repairs, by the time she’s done. 

- - -

“Brother,” Azula says, “traditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.”

“I… what?” her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. “No, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.”

“How original,” she says.

Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that it’s a particularly high bar. “Fine, I’ll just—throw it out.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.”

- - -

“Nice knife,” says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azula’s boot.

“Be silent,” Azula says, thus ending that conversation.

- - -

“Did great-grandfather… did we…” starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. “Azula, there were children—”

“Be silent,” she says.

- - -

“You’re leaving frequently,” comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing.  

“I find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nation’s tactics,” Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.

“And your brother?”

“Oh, him,” she says, to which her father smiles.

- - -

“...What?” Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls. 

“It’s your birthday,” Azula says. “Apparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.”

“Thank you?”

She sighs.

- - -

“Do we… tell him we can hear him?” asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower. 

“Ssh, I think this is one of his new plays.”

- - -

She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. It’s not funny.

- - -

He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncle’s face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.

- - -

“Brother,” she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. “This is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.”

“Captain Zhao,” her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhao’s new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does. 

“It’s commander now.”

“How did you manage this?” she asks.

“Uh,” Zuko says. “Can we… speak alone?”

She eyes her brother’s shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhao’s men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commander’s more noxious habits is stalking her brother’s every move. 

Well. She’d been meaning to deal with that, anyway.

Azula snaps her fingers at the commander’s guards.

“Detain him,” she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.

The guards don’t. She’s trained them better than that.

“Princess,” Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Crown Princess Azula,” she corrects. “Now hush; the adults are talking.”

- - -

They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.