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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 4

A/N: this chapter, and the next are extremely crucial to the stories plot. It focuses on Joel’s conflicted feelings for you, and for Tess. (love triangle baby) buckle up and we can laugh through the pain together, cheers! ☻

Summary: two months have passed since Joel taught you a lesson. One day in October, you come down with the flu, throughout the night your condition worsens, and Joel makes the decision that him and Tess will go to Bill and Franks to get you medicine.

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Warnings: age gap (m/c is 28) angst, love triangle brewing, soft!joel, protective!joel, m/c is sick, talk of guns, swearing, unrequited love, mild praise kink (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“Touch” by Sleeping At Last

“Forget Me Not” by The Civil Wars

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October 2020: Boston QZ

October had always been your favorite month. A whole month dedicated to spooks? Watching scary movies, dressing up and of course, candy. You absolutely loved dressing up for Halloween as a child. You always had a costume picked out far in advance. You were 11 and this year you were going to go as “Dani Dennison” from Hocus Pocus, your ultimate favorite Halloween movie, and your favorite character. Dani was a little spit fire, just like you. Your mom had sewn you a replica of Dani’s costume, witch's hat and all. You remembered the excitement of seeing it on the hanger in your childhood room one day after school in mid September, days before the world as you knew it would end. You never got the chance to wear your Dani Dennison costume, the world ended September 26th, 2003. You imagined now, your little costume, moth eaten and disintegrating to nothing but a precious memory.

October meant nothing to you anymore. You were grown, you had seen things and your soul had hardened. Your love for Halloween remained a distant memory of your childhood and it would stay there. Two months had passed since your night with Joel. You kept your promise to never speak of what happened between you to anyone. You were more cautious of your whereabouts and you wanted to give Joel a reason for him to trust you, to rely on you again.

The air was chilly as you walked home from another grueling day shoveling shit. Your body ached and your head throbbed. Your throat was raw and inflamed. You were coming down with something, you were certain of it. Catching a cold or any illness was not taken lightly by Fedra. Those fucks couldn’t differentiate a common cold from being infected and you knew that you had to get home quick. You took the back alleyways home instead of the main streets, ducking between tight corners as you moved through the shadows. The sun had nearly disappeared on the horizon by the time you made it back to the apartment. You could hear the Fedra trucks outside, making their rounds for civilians out past curfew. You had just barely made it, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you locked the door behind you.

Tess and Joel were on a run and wouldn’t be back till the morning. With the weather changing they needed to stack up on supplies, it was crucial. You slowly sank down onto the couch, rubbing your hands over your face. You felt like fucking shit. Leaning back, with your eyes closed, you took a few deep breaths. Maybe this would just be a small cold that would last a couple days. You wanted to convince yourself that it wasn’t something worse. Just a stupid little cold that you could easily get over.

By midnight you were in pure misery. Your body ached one hour and the next you had the chills. You were sweating profusely and your forehead was hot to the touch and you looked pale. You did your best to hide your coughs, afraid that with the thin walls, someone might hear you.

At 12:30 you heard the doorknob jiggle and your blood went ice cold, you watched it open as Tess and Joel quietly slipped inside, they hadn’t noticed your huddled form on the couch yet.

You coughed into your sleeve.

Immediately, Joel and Tess whipped around, both with guns drawn on instinct but when he saw it was only you, his shoulders relaxed slightly as he slowly lowered his gun.

“Christ, Gwen. The hell are you doin up at this hour?”

He took a step towards the couch, Tess behind him, gun still drawn. Then he saw your face and the sweat dripping down your brows and your body trembling, even under the thick blanket that embraced you.

You couldn’t speak, your throat was so raw that your voice was nearly gone as you let out another a low cough, eyes trained on both of them, nervously.

“Joel, it’s not what you think it is—“

He cut you off then, gun raised as he took a step back, instinctively pushing Tess behind his broad form with his free hand.

“You’re fuckin infected?!” He harshly whispered with his finger hovering over the trigger.

You slowly raised your hands above your head then, body still trembling and your mind felt hazy from the fever.

“I’m not infected Joel. I’m sick. A cold or flu or somethin! I swear. I’m not infected.” Your heart was racing and your lower lip quivered, a single tear slowly rolling down your cheek, dripping down your chin. Your glossy eyes desperately pleading with him to believe that you were telling the truth.

“Joel you gotta–” Tess intervened but he cut her off too.

“Don’t, Tess. Alright? Just give me a minute here.” He spoke, while still pointing his gun at you, right between your eyes. You knew he could pull the trigger at any moment, ending your short time on earth. To your surprise, he instead pulled out the device that was used by Fedra soldiers to check new QZ residents for the cordyceps infection. For a moment, you thought about where the hell he had gotten the device but now was not the time for questions.

“I’m gonna need ya to turn your neck towards me doll, nice and slow. You make any sudden movement, and I’ll shoot. Do I make myself clear?” He spoke sternly, watching you intensely, his own palms beginning to sweat. He knew that if the device turned bright red, he’d have no choice but to pull the trigger. Joel wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he found himself silently praying for the device to turn green.

You gave him a meek nod, arms still raised behind your head, they were beginning to ache but you didn’t dare move them. You knew Joel would shoot you, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“Yes, Joel.” You spoke just above a whisper and slowly, you turned your neck to him, feeling your pulse ringing in your ears.

“Good girl.” He took a deep breath, as he lowered the device to the base of your neck, pressing the button and watched you wince from the slight pinch. You both held your breath for those fleeting seconds as the device beeped. It turned green a moment later. You were not infected. You had told him the truth. Relief spread across Joel’s face and you mirrored him, finally bringing your arms down from your head as he lowered his gun, slipping it back into his holster.

“Not infected.” He breathed out, momentarily glancing back at Tess, who still had her gun trained on you even after the device turned green. One stern look from her partner, and she was stuffing it back in her holster. “What a relief. She lives another day. Oh joy.” She muttered to herself.

“I told you I was telling the truth, Joel.” You spoke finally, bringing your hand up to your chest to feel your heart rate return to normal but you were still very much unwell.

“I know, I know, doll. I just had to be sure. M’sorry if I scared you. Can never be too careful.” He sighed then, setting the device down on the coffee table carefully then before he brought the back of his hand to your forehead, his lips curving into a deep frown when he could feel how hot your skin was under his touch.

“Fuck.” “You’re burning up Gwen. How long have you had this fever for huh? Just for today? For a few hours?”

He was asking too many questions at once for you to be able to keep up but his concern for you was evident.

“I—I don’t know. Maybe a few hours? I started feelin like shit right before my shift was up. Took the back alleys to avoid any Fedra soldiers and then it just started getting worse.”

You coughed into your sleeve again, falling back into the couch, exhausted.

“Tess, Tess! Get me a cold washcloth now.” He spoke urgently to his partner, his worried eyes trained on your shivering form as he slowly sank down to his knees so he was more on your level. His back ached but he didn’t care.

“You sure you weren’t seen? No one heard you? You know what Fedra would do if they saw you like this, right? They wouldn’t hesitate. Those fucks don’t know how to tell the difference between being infected versus bein ill.”

Tess reluctantly went and grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen, drenching it in cold water before she rang it out and brought it over to her partner, giving you a disapproving look before she turned on her heel and walked away.

“I know what they would have done to me, Joel. I know they wouldn’t hesitate. That’s why I took the back alleys. Like you taught me. I was careful, I was quiet.”

“Good girl. M’proud of you.” He spoke softly as he brought the washcloth over your forehead. “Gonna get you some help okay? Just need you to stay here and rest. Tess and I might need to go on a run again. We’ll get ya some medicine and you’ll be as good as new, I promise.”

Your heart absolutely melted in your chest from Joel’s concern over your well-being. You didn’t expect him to care, let alone potentially risk his life to get you some damn medicine. This was so against Joel’s nature, you thought.

“Joel, you don’t need to go on another run for me. It’s fine. I’ll be alright. Really, I’m not gonna let a fever take me out.”

“No.” He was stern with you now. “You’re not gonna fight me on this. You’re gonna rest these next few days and Tess and I will go to Bill and Franks. We'll get the medicine and be back in 3 days time. Now rest, don’t make me ask twice.”

“You already did ask twice, Miller.” You laughed quietly before coughing.

Joel didn’t find it funny. Not one bit, as he was too concerned that your fever could get worse if he didn’t act fast enough. He slowly rose from his knees then, you heard them crack as he muttered under his breath, taking one last look at your shivering form before he walked away to find Tess.

He leaned against the door jamb of their shared room, arms crossed over his chest.

“We gotta go to Bill and Frank’s, first thing tomorrow morning.”

Tess slowly looked up at her partner as she sat on the edge of bed and shook her head.

“Joel, we nearly were just caught on this last run. She’s got a fever, man. She’s not on her fucking death bed.”

“Did you fuckin hear me? We’re goin to Bill and Frank’s tomorrow. Her fever could get worse. She could be on her death bed in a matter of days if we don’t make this run.”

He paused then before continuing.

“She needs medicine, Tess. Please, do this for me.”

Tess took a deep breath then, placing her hands on her knees then feeling exhausted from the day and just wanted to sleep.

“Fine. We’ll go to Bill and Frank’s. We’ll get her the medicine and then we’ll come home.”

Joel let out a sigh of relief, grateful that his partner didn’t have it in her to fight him on this.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She slumped down on the mattress then, rolling over with her back facing him. He joined her shortly after. She could feel the dip of the mattress from his body, his strong arms wounding around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest, nuzzling his face into her neck where he pressed a soft kiss into her skin, breathing her in.

“G’night.” He whispered softly into the nape of her neck.

Tess didn’t respond. She instead placed her hands over his, interlocking their fingers as she settled into a deep slumber, listening to his steady heartbeat lull her to sleep.

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Your fever had gotten worse through the night. Joel had hardly been able to sleep when he could hear your painful coughs fill the stagnant air and it twisted his heart painfully. You were beyond miserable, nearly begging death to take you out. Anything was better than feeling the oxygen being stolen from your lungs.

When the sun began to slowly peek in the sky, creating an array of orange and red hues, Joel slowly rose from the bed. Untangling his body from Tess’s. He was kind enough to drape his half of the coarse blanket around her, not wanting to disturb her slumber. He watched as she grabbed ahold of the blanket and pulled it tighter around her. He leaned down then, pressing a ghost of a kiss to her head before he quietly left their joined room, softly closing the door behind him.

Joel was apprehensive as he padded down the hall. He was afraid of what he might see as the couch with your curled up form, in a tight ball came into his view. His heart physically ached at the sight of you. You were shivering, mumbling in your sleep while you clutched the blanket like your life depended on it. He slowly walked over to the couch, sinking down to his knees in front of you. His touch was extremely delicate as he gently brushed a few strands of your sweat soaked hair from your forehead. His lips were set in a deep frown. Why did it have to be you to get so sick? Why couldn’t it be him? You instinctively leaned into the soft touch of his fingers, your lashes slowly fluttering open. “Joel.” You hoarsely whispered, lips trembling.

“Shh.” He whispered. “M’gonna get you the medicine okay? G’nna take care of you. You’re gonna be alright, doll. I promise. Just need ya to hang in there for a few days, okay?” He rasped. His voice was comforting at this early hour. His words were so soft spoken, you swore you were hallucinating. Or, it was just the fever overtaking your senses.

“I’m f-fine Joel. Just a fever, that's all. A real terrible fuckin fever.”

He chuckled under his breath then because only you would be so defiant of your own illness. A real trooper is what you were. There’s no way you were going to let this fever take you out.

“I know, doll. I know. You’re a tough little thing, that’s a fact.” He sighed, removing his fingers from your forehead as he slowly rose from his knees. “G’nna give Tess another 20 and then we’re gonna get goin. Don’t want to waste anymore time.”

You swallowed the lump growing in your throat as you watched him rise from the floor. Locking eyes with him for a brief moment before he had looked away.

“Three days and you’ll be back, right?” You spoke just above a whisper, feeling the rawness of your throat screaming at you.

“Yes. I promise. Three days' time and I'll be back.” He reassured you as he walked over to the window, glancing down at the barren street, knowing that the window of opportunity for him and Tess to leave without Fedra noticing would be up by the hour.

“You really don’t have to go and do this for me Joel. I don’t want you and Tess risking your lives for me. Risking the chance of you both getting thrown in lock up? I don’t want that to happen.”

He turned towards you then, arms down at his side and he huffed, frustratingly.

“I’m a cruel man, doll. However, m’not cruel enough to sit here and watch you suffer. I’ve still got some of my compassion left. Just enough for you.”

He had shuffled over to the end of the couch, sinking down as he felt around for the loose floorboard, pulling up the plank of wood, setting it down to the side. Reaching into the hole in the flooring, he pulled out a carton of bullets and a revolver that he had stashed away.

“Joel.”

“Gwen.” He spoke in the same tone as you. Looking up at you from the floor with his eyebrow raised.

“You done fightin’ me on this now?”

“No.”

He sighed then. Placing the loose plank of wood back in place before he stood up.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good Gwen.”

“I know I am.”

You saw his lips curve up ever so slightly from your banter.

“At least we’re able to agree on one thing.” He spoke with amusement in his voice.

The lighthearted moment you shared together came to an abrupt end. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as Joel slowly sank down onto the end of the couch, expertly loading the cylinder of the revolver with the cartridges. You couldn’t help but watch his hands as they worked. You imagined he had done this over a thousand times by now.

“You listen now, alright? Anyone that tries to come through that door, you shoot. Don’t hesitate because chances are, they’ll shoot first. Don’t give ‘em the opportunity.”

“Joel, I highly doubt that anyone–” He cut you off then.

“Gwen, this ain’t no time for games alright? M’not gonna be here to protect ya. If people hear that Tess and I are out of town they will come. Don’t fight me on this.” He spoke sternly, his eyes trained on you, brows furrowed in a deep line.

“Okay.” You breathed out. “I won’t give them the opportunity to shoot first.”

“Good girl.” He handed you the gun then, barrel facing towards the floor.

“Now, show me how you hold it. No one handed shit either. This ain’t the movies.”

He watched as you grabbed the base of the gun, carefully with both hands. You knew how to wield a knife like it was the back of your hand, but guns were a whole new territory for you.

“Not bad for a first timer.” He leaned over to you then, placing his large hands over yours to adjust your grip, gently moving your thumbs so they were interlocked over each other. “Thumb over your thumb, left hand squeezes down on the right. You got it?”

You watched carefully as he adjusted your grip, his close proximity was enough to make your head spin and when he was sure you could handle it, he moved his hands off of yours, his eyes focused on your face as you gave him a slight nod.

“Yeah, I think I got it. Seems simple enough.”

“Let’s just hope you don’t have to use it. Just giving it to ya as an extra precaution.” He said as he gently grabbed the gun from your grip and set it down on the coffee table. “When you’re feelin better, I'll teach you how to properly shoot. You’re gonna need to know how if you eventually want to go on more runs.”

He gave your calf a slight squeeze then, his eyes reassuring you that you’d be just fine, and you believed him. “Yeah, figured I would need to use one of these eventually.”

He slowly stood from the couch then, readjusting your blanket so that it covered your feet. Joel could be a real softy when he wanted to be. It was a rare occurrence for him to be gentle and patient with you. Those were two things that Joel Miller wasn’t the best at. With you, he made the effort and you greatly appreciated it.

Joel didn’t know what to say at that moment. He didn’t want to freak you out with the possibility that this fever could in fact take you out. He wanted you to remain calm for him, but this was shit he wasn’t good at. So all he could do now was look at you, taking a mental picture in his mind of your features, in case he never got to see them again. You both knew there was a possibility that you wouldn’t see each other again. That was just the cruel reality of the world you lived in now.

20 minutes had passed and Tess had come out of the bedroom, dressed with her bag over her shoulder, gun on her hip and her usual displeased look on her face when she saw that you were very much still alive.

“We gotta get movin, Joel.” She had walked past him into the kitchen, grabbing a small stash of food and shoved it in her backpack.

“I’ll be outside. So make it quick. I’d like to avoid running into any Fedra soldiers, and I’m not really in the mood to kill anyone this early if we can avoid it.” She laced her boots up then by the door and slipped her jacket on before taking one last look at you, shaking her head slightly as she slipped out the door, closing it behind her.

“Alright, doll. Remember what I said. Don’t give anyone the opportunity to shoot first, thumb over your thumb. Don’t go do somethin stupid either. Like shootin your ass off or somethin like that.” He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder, as he looked at you.

“Joel, I’m not gonna go and shoot my ass off. I doubt I’ll be doing much of anything for the next few days.”

“I know, but I just wanted to make myself clear.” He walked over to you then, setting down a few books and a ration of food and a canister of water.

“You’ve made yourself as clear as day.”

He adjusted his gun on his holster then as he took one last look at you. “I’ll be back soon. I promise. Get some rest and don’t worry about Tess and I out there. We’ll be alright.” He wanted to hug you, kiss you even but time was ticking and he had to move.

You gave him a little salute then, watching his back turn as he walked towards the door and grabbed the handle, slowly turning it before he looked back at you, giving you a slight nod and then he was gone. You heard the sound of the door locking, and he had jiggled it for good measure. You could hear his and Tess’s footsteps echoing down the hall. Each step becoming softer, and softer till you could hear them no more. Now it was just you, in the dead silence of their apartment. You held his promise of return like an oath. Joel Miller was a lot of things, but he was not a liar. You knew he would return to you.

CHAPTER 5:

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confusedhomicidalrage · 2 months

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Welcome to this hellhole! 🙋🏻

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🎇🤩Current Special interests: Children of the corn, Sam Neill, frogs, Kirby, newsies, bandages and bandaids, language learning, Historical figures, poppy playtime, Struwwelpeter

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bekkathyst · 1 year

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😉 my first jewelry collection in many moths will be available Saturday November 26th

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yeahponcho · 2 years

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andou’s shop!

I’d like to take a moment to promote a good friend’s shop! andou has recently been making strides towards becoming a merch artist, and he makes merchandise for VOCALOID, FFXIV, Ghostface, Nier, Drakengard and is planning more fandoms in the future.

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andou’s links!

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bearlee-sensitive · 1 year

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last updated . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .8/25/23

This my introduction post :)

Thank you to the amazing @slimeylee for letting me take inspiration from their intro post (I basically copied it, if you want me to take the @ off for you i will /gen)

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My name is Bear

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I'm a sfw Tickle blog, mainly for marvel, dream smp and supernatural

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#twisted metal

#headcanons

#bears in a lee mood

#vent

|other blogs|

I only have two other blogs, one for age regression and one for non-Tickle stuff

Age regression blog: lovelylittlebabybearsblog

Non-tickle blog: skvll-body

|social media|

I have Instagram, my account is cool._.funky._.monkey

I also have snapchat and tiktok but I'll give those to you if you ask me

|things i will n wont write/talk about|

I WILL write/talk about

-Tickle related stuff

-fluff

-angst

-cc and c stuff

-feet tickles

-light bondage

-tools (but only stuff like feathers/feather duster, the light stuff)

|fears + diagnosis|

Tw:phobias and triggers

Phobias:

Arachnophobia-fear of spiders, I have had many bad experiences with spiders, especially night terrors, I can't handle anything related to spiders

Pediophobia-any doll except reborn dolls or barbie dolls freak me out, I can't really explain it, they just do

Lepidopterophobia-fear of butterflies or moths, I have a bad fear of butterflies, when I was younger I saw that one spongebob episode

emetophobia-fear of vomiting, I hate the feeling of being nauseas and vomiting, that grew into a really bad fear of mine

Diagnosis

Type one diabetes-for those who don't know, type one diabetes is a chronic condition where the pancreas produces little to know insulin, I was diagnosed when I was 2 years old.

Ptsd- ptsd or post traumatic stress disorder is a disorder where the person has trouble with recovering from witnessing or experiencing a terrifying event. There are Triggers that can bring back the memory along with intense physical or emotional reactions

Anxiety- anxiety is a disorder that causes intense, excessive and persistent worry or fear about everyday situations.

ADHD- ADHD or attention deficit/hyperactive disorder is a chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness

ARFID- ARFID or avoidant restrictive food intake disorder is an eating disorder where people have picky eating habits and little interest in eating food, they eat a limited variety of preferred foods.

|mutuals|

If we're mutuals feel free to dm me! I'm always happy to talk to new people. If I don't reply right away I'm probably doing school or asleep

(if you want me to take you're name off my list or the @ then you can tell me!)

closer friends;

@fluffallamaful

@shroomies-world

@tiki-kiwiies

talk to a decent amount, would say we're good friends;

@slimeylee

@shroomies-world

dont often talk to but we (for some people; would probably) get along;

Internet family:

@the-gingerbread-lee (big sister)

|face|

I don't plan on posting my face on Tumblr at all, but if youre close enough to me I'll probably send pics of myself to you

|other boundaries|

I'm fine with terms like kiddo, handsome, and pretty. I'm also fine with shitass in a joking way.

If we're friends you can call me kiddo and if we're really really close you can call me baby, babe or darling in a platonic way.

Some nickanmes that bring back happy memories are Little one, young warrior and bear cub.

My favorite Nickname is Sleepy bear

|Extra|

I struggle with SH and sometimes to avoid relapsing I'll sleep, so if I don't respond for a while it's probably cause of that and not something you did. I also take mental health breaks from time to time, and some of them include just not talking to anyone at all

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todaysbug · 4 months

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December 26th, 2023

Codling Moth (Cydia pomonella)

Distribution: Widespread distribution; likely native to Europe, Asia Minor or the Mediterranean, but found throughout Europe, Asia, Africa, the Americas, Australia and certain Pacific islands.

Habitat: Found in many habitats, with a preference for high humidity (~75%) and temperatures (~32⁰C). Can live both in high altitudes as well as survive temperatures below 0⁰C.

Diet: Polyphagous herbivore; caterpillars feed on fruit, including pear, apple, walnut, apricot, peaches, plums, cherries and chestnuts. Adults feed rarely if at all, but when they do, they feed on sweet fluids such as fruit juice, diluted honey and diluted molasses.

Description: Codling moths are also known as apple worms as caterpillars. The caterpillars are unable to feed off plant leaves, and thus get all their nutrition from fruit. They're considered a major agricultural pest, as they bore inside fruit crops, which causes premature ripening. While adults are fairly inconspicuous, their colour varies depending on their larval diet.

Adult moths have a very good sense of smell, with the ability to smell the volatiles released by different fruit. Responses to different volatiles depend on sex, and whether the moth has been mated or not. This allows them to detect the presence of fruit, but also their condition—for example, fruit infested by European sawflies contain a compound that deters codling moths, as these are unsuitable for apple worms.

Images by Shane Farrell (adult) and Peggy Greb (larva).

#today's bug #biology #bugs #ecology #entomology #nature #wildlife #moths

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homemadegirlbossbattle · 1 year

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Homemade Girlboss Battle: Round 2, Side A

here are the matchups for side A of round 2! the polls will be released at 2:00 PM GMT on Wednesday April 26th (use this timezone converter to see when that is for you!). each poll will last for 7 days (if i queued everything right) so you'll have plenty of time to propagandize!

Lady Moth Anvell (@ifidogaysomyself) vs. Rose (@hershelchocolateart)

Rowena (@arcaneyouth) vs. Lucille Nowhere "Nowhere" (@bonetrousled)

Jestiny Rook (@adelaidedrubman) vs. Itch (@zipmode)

Abigail Hugh (@riggedbones) vs. Venus (@acid-harbringer)

Clara Dorothee (@solobodor) vs. Eve Harrison (@thetechnicolorphase)

Natasha Sidney (@icecreampizzer) vs. Benedetta Brandy (@vamp-galactica)

Phenex (@thegreatyin) vs. Sylnae Nyrlithar (@slcknasty)

Lilly (@cyikess) vs. Penny Gabriel (@decapod-appreciator)

#update post

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thebindingofdragonshy · 1 year

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Meet The Character: Lunys Aizenot

I finally remembered to do this. This is probably going to be very long so I have provided a read-more for your convenience

🌙~🦋 Basic Info 🦋~🌙

Name: Lunys Aizenot (Lunys) Age: 14 Birthday: March 26th, 2108 (Using the start date of Futurepunk [Feb 12th 2123], the RP ny's for, as reference) Pronouns: Ny/Nym/Nys/Nymself Orientation: Gay + Demi-Sexual Discord Tag: Lunar Moth #37153 (*This is fictional I did not make nym an actual account don't even try it)

🌙 ~ Physical Characteristics ~ 🌙

First important thing, ny's a robot! Not just any robot, but an.. Android? Whatever term you use to refer to a robot which is supposed to look like a human. With fake skin and hair, ny even feels like a real human. The next important, and definitely more obvious (to the other characters), thing is that ny is only 4 feet tall. Ny also has a cloak, a shirt with the logo of nys favorite band (Aiz-Eclise, which is totally made up), and a giant hammer that is at least the size of nys body, possibly even taller... Describing appearances is hard, here's a picture

🦋~ Personality ~🦋

I've only just started playing nym so personality is subject to a lot of changes. Ny is very much an extrovert, befriending basically everybody ny meets. In fact ny's probably the reason the party ends up being friends lol. Ny tends to be friendly, but has a definite sarcastic snarky side which can come out at any moment. This hasn't been shown in rp yet, but ny also sometimes has a weirdly mysterious and possibly even wise mystic side.

🦋🌙~ Trivia ~🌙🦋

As previously mentioned, Lunys is only 4 feet tall. Very small

Very importantly, ny is completely blind. Cannot see absolutely anything at all. Yes most blind people can still kinda see like, the light level or something, but Lunys gets nothing. Somebody forgot to make nys eyes work I suppose

Lunys has weird moon and moth related powers

Because of this, nys favorite animal is moths, and ny loves the moon and space in general

Ny loves listening to music, favorites include Aiz-Eclise, but also P!atD, Set it Off, and Cepheid. Of course, ny will also listen to almost anything you give nym

Magic color is green

Ny has a sister named Cloe

Nys dream is to explore the world

Nys parents are... Questionable decency at best. I could elaborate more, but unfortunately that is a mystery to be solved later and the other people in my RP Group follow me on here so. Oops.

Nys theme song is Catch Wind

This is also nys favorite song, with In Hell We Live, Lament being a close second

Ny actually has a bit of interest in biology, mostly Entomology (insects)

🌕~ Quotes ~🌕

Not much here yet but here's some particularly funny ones

"I know how to count, dumbass"

Your friends befriending each other is good, right? Wait, do they even realize I'm their friend? Too late now, they're all my friends until proven otherwise (Thinking to self)

"You can't have only one interest and only kind of like it!! Everybody LIKES things!!! It came free with your fuCKING EXISTING"

Also here's an image of nys soul for fun as I dunno how to close this out

#dragonshy's ramblings #oc stuff #meet the character #Lunys Aizenot

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camilladerricoart · 11 months

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Do you love hummingbirds? 🌺🐦 Did you know there are moths that look like hummingbirds?? 😳 Nature is amazing 🤩

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Let’s celebrate these magical creatures that remind us of life’s beauty. This will be part of my solo show at @coreyhelfordgallery August 26th!🦜💕

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#workinprogress #wipsunday #hummingbirds #paintingvideo #birds

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mothdruid · 2 months

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Happy birthday!! Can I please get "you’re freezing, come here.” With Hangman?

Fast like Rain

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x gn!reader

word count: 1k

summary: Your childhood best friend, Jake, is home from deployment. The two of you spend the day together and it ends with a cold but sweet treat.

a/n: sorry this took so long to write! my blurbs keep end up being longer than just blurbs lmao. i hope you enjoy!!

The day had started out great. Jake was home on leave for a little bit, meaning that you finally got to see your best friend after months of his deployment. He had promised you one full day of hanging out when he had left. So, it was time for him to honor that promise.

The day had started with brunch from his favorite local diner, to which he ordered his classic sunny side up eggs with crispy bacon and toast. You ordered your own favorite meal, earning teasing when you ordered your classic cup of orange juice. Jake never let you live that down, always joking that you were never going to fully grow up.

The two of you spent the next few hours doing whatever. It was so refreshing to finally have Jake home. He was your best friend no matter what, even if you happened to have a little bit more than just platonic feelings for him. It was hard not to like him. He had that Texan charm you had grown up dreaming about.

Charm with a bit of asshole to him, and it honestly made your heart sing. Maybe that's because he didn't intimidated you, instead it pushed you to be an asshole right back at him. Which Jake himself loved about you. Every time you ever swore at him and yelled at him, he would later that night think about it in bed, wondering if you would speak that way if you were underneath him.

The two of you were currently in some random field outside of town. Jake had decided to drive the old beater truck he had during high school while he was in town. So the tailgate was currently down, the both of you sitting on it with your legs dangling. The soft yet dry tall grass was brushing against your ankles.

"Are you serious?" You laughed after asking.

"Come on, of course, how could you not believe me?" Jake retorted.

"You weren't a track star in school, that's why!"

"I played football," Jake reminded you.

"As a QB, not a running back!" You could help the laughter that came from you.

"Fine," Jake hoped off the tailgate, "let's race."

The laughter immediately stopped when you heard him. You both had been too caught up in each other to have noticed the darker clouds starting to consume the sky. You gave Jake a serious look, tiling your head as if to question his seriousness.

"Hey, I'm being serious here," Jake threw his hands up in defense.

"One hundred percent?" You questioned.

He took his right index finger and drew a cross over his heart. You hoped down off the tailgate and stood face to face with him. You crossed your arms, signaling that you meant business.

"What's in it for me?"

"I'll buy you ice cream," Jake said.

"Fence line?"

Jake shook his head yes, that stupid smirk on his face. Without a second thought you took off running. You heard Jake yell from behind you about how he never said start. All you did was throw a middle finger back at him. Jake chased you all the way to the fence line, huffing once he finally caught up to you. You had been waiting for only a few seconds since reaching it. Your own breath was heavy, lungs struggling to keep up.

"Guess you aren't that fast," you chuckled while trying to steady your breathing. You looked over at Jake and then leaned again the fence post next to you.

"I don't know if that counts," Jake joked. He moved near you, putting a hands on the same post you were leaning on.

The two of you were close, only a few inches separating your bodies. Smiles adorned both of your faces while you stared at each other. You could never get tried of staring at him. Yeah, he looked like a generic jock, but he was your generic jock. Those green eyes never left yours, and a part of was starting to wonder if the two of you were moving closer towards one another.

Suddenly there was a loud rumble through the sky. It was only then that both of you noticed the dark sky. You examined the sky, a small drop of water hit your skin. Jake felt one too, looking at you quickly. It was seconds before a complete down pour started. You howled in laughter and shock as Jake just started laughing. After a few more seconds of taking the rain in, you ran back towards the truck. Jake was right behind you, stopping to lift the tailgate back up while you climbed into the cab.

"Holy shit," the words were breathy from your laughter.

"That was a surprise," Jake said.

The both of you were practically soaked. His t-shirt was practically a different color now. Yours was about the same though. Little goosebumps were starting to prick up along your skin. Jake noticed this when you wrapped your arms around yourself. He reached out hesitantly, brushing his knuckles against your skin.

"You're freezing," he whispered, "come here."

Jake opened his arms and gestured for you to move closer to him. You hesitated for a minute, eventually moving into his arms. Jake's arm were so warm, they were like one of his old sweatshirts that you had stolen forever ago. The sound of rain filled the silence between the two of you.

"I missed you."

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. You sat up a little and looked at Jake. There was worry weaved through your expression as if you had done something wrong. Jake moved a hand to your jaw, cupping it then leaning in.

Neither of you fought it, leaning into the kiss and your emotions. For so long the both of you had fought them, telling yourselves that this couldn't be real. But it was.

Jake pulled back and just stared at you, a small smile on his lips. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek, marveling internally at how soft your skin was.

"I missed you too."

#moths 26th #jake seresin #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin fic #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #tgm fanfiction #tgm fic #tgm fluff

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zaneaquaman · 1 year

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Post-Apocalypse Survivor

Liv tramps across the city. The faded lights of a neon shop sign act as her spotlight. She moves from one distant light to the next, like a moth fluttering from flickering stoplights to street lamps to glowing billboards. One of the storefronts catches her eye. She stops for a moment, staring at it. The giant glass display has been shattered thoroughly. The cardboard cuts out of men and women who have lost their heads. Their torn-up smiles and hollow eyes lie on the floor. She looks further into the store. No rats or roaches, she notes, though she is certain some are hiding around somewhere. No living people either. Never any living people. Being careful to avoid the glass littering the ground, Liv walks closer. Despite knowing that this one has already been raided, she can’t help but have an interest in it. She’s certain this would’ve been one of the shops she’d have liked if only she could’ve been around when it was open.

She doesn’t bother using the door. Instead, she jumps up on the open display and slides off of it. She flicks the light switch, but she isn’t surprised when the lights give a brief flicker before going out. Most of the bulbs have been smashed already. When the riots first started, people were just breaking windows and destroying products. After a few months, they’d start breaking nearly anything useful in stores, including the lightbulbs. They’d go on a rampage and ruin homes too. It makes it inconvenient for her, but she can’t blame them. She’s just as ticked as them. She would’ve joined those riots in a heartbeat. After all those empty promises given by leaders around the globe were broken, everyone snapped. The world went from normal to insane in just a week, or so she’s heard. She didn’t experience it first-hand. Her parents had, but they’re gone now. Her eyes flutter shut as she recalls them.

Liv glances back at Zena for comfort. The cat stands on the display, cautiously tip-toeing around bits of glass. Zena is really all she has now. Liv found Zena wandering the streets nearly starved. Liv offered some food and water to save the cat, and she ended up taking care of her for a while. Zena hasn’t left her side ever since.

Liv watches as Zena raises her head, her ears alert and moving to follow the sounds. The tortoiseshell cat leaps off the display, running into the store to catch something. Liv watches as the cat runs around a corner and disappears. The girl only gives a faint smile. At least Zena is feeling energized. Liv walks around, grabbing items that she might need. A slightly ripped-up backpack and faded clothes. Liv walks to another nearby shop. This one is larger and has a variety of items. She grabs some water bottles, scissors, and wire cutters. Her nose picks up a faint whiff of something. She only scrunches up her nose, turning to walk in the opposite direction. She’s almost entirely gone nose blind to that scent by now. Liv shakes her head, trying to wipe the scent out of her mind. As she keeps searching around, she finds the remains of a small bakery, but it’s already been robbed of any food. She’ll have to be getting her dinner someplace else.

Her eyes catch on a paper lying crumpled on the floor. She picks it up, delicately smoothing out the creases. The title stares up at her with big bold letters: “THE CAPITOL’S BEEN NUKED”. She glances at other subtitles. Riots, killer mobs, an increase in fires and hurricanes, assassinations, and more bombings. She glances at the date on the paper. Upon seeing that it’s from February 26th, 2032, she crumples up the paper. She hasn’t found a paper that was printed during March yet, and any paper printed before then will say the same thing as all the others. None of it is new.

It’s not like people didn’t know what was going to happen. If there is anything she’s learned from the tattered books lying around is that people had some idea it was going to end like this. People just weren’t expecting the world to crash all at once. All the major threats decided to strike at the same hour. Her parents used to tell her stories. They said that people used to walk about these shops freely, buying things with green paper and coins. On the news, weather reporters would mention how the temperatures were getting more extreme, but all the viewers would simply turn it off and say to themselves: “eh, it’s happened before”. The generation of young adults would see the news and have to hide their disgust and anger. People would hear of death threats and the looming start of a nuclear war, but none of them seemed bothered. My parents claimed that this generation was known for being extremely apathetic or extremely passionate. There was no in-between.

Once the Capitol was reduced to ash, everyone broke. That’s all it took for the world to lose it: one big bomb. The people who never cared suddenly grew violent. They ran around in mobs, devouring all they could in their rage. Those with awareness beforehand screamed “I told you so!” from rooftops as they watched blood flow through the streets. They knew what was coming. They had known for years, but no one would listen. Everyone else believed that humanity was this great species that would reign forever, but they were wrong. Humanity will end the day when it chooses to end itself. And humanity finally did it. They dug up plants by their roots, filled the sky with smoke, created weapons that could kill millions, and tried to suffocate those who needed help. Congratulations world leaders! You successfully ignored your children and raised them to be mentally unstable. Enjoy the rest of your time on Earth. You’re lucky you’ll die before it gets to the point where the world is uninhabitable for the rest of us.

Liv drops the crumpled-up wad of newspaper. She steps on it, covering it in the dirt on the bottom of her shoe.

Zena proudly strides back towards Liv with a dead rat hanging from her jaws. Liv kneels down, running her hand along Zena’s fur.

“Ready to go?” she asks.

The cat blinks.

The two leave, roaming through the streets again. It gets darker as they leave the mall. They walk off to an abandoned house. It’s the only one on the block that has green grass. California never has had enough rain. Liv enters the house, setting the backpack full of supplies on a chair. She turns on a lantern, taking it with her. She goes to the backyard.

She opens a water bottle and pours it into her self-made garden. She kneels, inspecting a carrot growing there. She carefully uses her fingers to dig at the dirt surrounding it. Liv sets down the lantern. Concluding that the carrot looks about ready, she grabs it by the stem and rips it out of the ground. She pours some water and tries to scrub most of the dirt off of it. This probably isn’t the most sanitary thing to eat, she thinks to herself, but she has few alternatives. It’s hard to find quality food nowadays. She used to be able to find some granola bars and cereals in the shops, but that source has dried up. She’s learned how to grow vegetables and a few fruits in order to survive. Liv picks up the lantern and goes back inside the house.

Zena is sitting on the dinner table, pinning the rat to the table with her paws and biting into it. Liv takes a seat beside her, nibbling on the carrot. Zena’s fur shines in the light of the lantern. She looks like a golden tiger ripping into her prey.

“It was hot out today,” Liv mumbles to Zena. “Even when it’s night.”

The cat glances up at her.

“It’s getting hotter every day.”

The cat stares at her.

“I was able to grab some cooler shirts and some shorts,” Liv continues. “Although summer can’t last forever. Soon enough, it’ll be freezing.”

The cat simply blinks and continues digging into her rat.

Liv sighs. The carrot snaps as she bites into it. She eats the whole thing, tossing out the green stem once she’s done. Her stomach growls. She sighs and digs her elbow into her gut to silence the sound. If she wants to survive through the cold months to come, she’ll have to ration her food. She can only afford to eat enough to get by.

When Zena finishes her meal, Liv puts on gloves and takes the rat carcass outside. Liv comes back, seeing Zena on the kitchen counter by her bowl. Liv opens another water bottle, pouring out a bit of water for the cat into the bowl. Zena gratefully drinks it. Liv simply sits down again with a soft sigh.

She should get some rest. She hasn’t been able to sleep for the past few nights. She keeps on hearing things outside during the night. It really shouldn’t bother her. She knows there are rats, mice, and other stray animals roaming around. None of them would mess with her, so she shouldn’t stress out about it. She glances at Zena. The cat notices quickly. Zena licks the water off of her lips. She jumps down, walking towards Liv. She stretches her paw up to lightly touch Liv’s arm. Liv pulls her chair back. Right on cue, Zena jumps up onto her lap. She nudges her head against Liv’s hand. Liv smiles. She gives the cat her full attention. Zena always comes over to comfort her when she knows something is on her mind.

When both of them grow tired, Liv gets up. Zena gives a soft meow before leaping gracefully off of her lap. Liv sets up her bed. It’s a beat-up, firm mattress with a sleeping bag and some blankets, but at least it gives her a place to rest her head. She turns off the lantern, getting herself comfortable in the sleeping bag. Zena jumps up onto her, following their nightly routine. The cat lies down on her human, with her tail towards Liv’s face. Liv has gotten used to it. She simply tucks the tail down under her hand so it stops hitting her in the face. She pets Zena with her other hand.

Liv’s eyes drift to the ceiling. She makes a mental note of all the things she has to do. Find more water bottles or do your best to purify water from the sea. Get some more batteries. Scavenge stores to find some more pills since she hasn’t been feeling as numb lately. Search for more instructional books. See if anyone else is out there…

Well, she’s had that one on her checklist for the past year or two. As far as she can tell, everyone who survived the riots is gone. They left this city behind. They left her behind. Honestly, she’s partially glad that they did. It makes her days lonely, but after seeing all the images in the newspapers and hearing the stories her parents told, it’s likely best that the mobs left her. Who knows what would’ve happened to her? There’s nothing for her now but to try to survive. One day at a time. She shuts her eyes. That’s all she has to do. Survive today. Just today.

Zena stretches out a bit, getting comfortable before resting her head on Liv’s lap to go to sleep. Liv gazes at the feline. Zena is the only reason why Liv is here right now. Liv has grown so attached to her, just as Zena has grown fond of Liv. The two depend on each other. They go everywhere together. When Zena dies, Liv knows what she’ll do. It won’t be pretty.

But that day hasn’t come yet. Liv hopes that it never will come. Zena is going to live forever.

She continues making her mental checklist. Batteries, water, books, medication, food, warmer clothes for winter… Zena’s not dead… New lanterns, new light bulbs… Zena’s right here… Shovels, maybe an axe to expand the garden… Zena is alive. Don’t think about her parents. Zena is here. Nothing is wrong. Nobody died in this house. No bodies were here. She didn’t have to clean up the blood. She didn’t have to carry their corpses outside. She didn’t have to dig graves. Nothing happened. No one is after her. The rioters aren’t going to come after her too. No one is here. Zena is alive.

No one is here but her and Zena.

No one is here.

Nothing happened.

Everything is fine.

#post apocalyptic #apocalypse #original work #original writing #creative #creative writing #short story #cat #last human #society is fucked #society is hell #death and dying #chaos #climate chaos

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dansnaturepictures · 2 years

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29/08/2022-Brilliant birding bank holiday Monday at Lymington-Keyhaven nature reserve

We had a look at a couple of spots within this reserve today, Pennington’s Butts lagoon and Lymington’s Normandy lagoon area to look for birds reported here that we needed to see this year. We saw one of them early on, a neat looking mini Little Stint on Butts lagoon. We got some amazing views of this sweet bird wandering around the lagoon today. Truly some of our most prolonged and clearest views ever of this bird I always love seeing in a decent bit of time spent here. A real honour to get these views of this bird and make out its distinctive plumage and features. I took the fourth picture in this photoset of it one of a few I was pleased to get. We then also saw after a while of searching from us and others on the lagoon another smashing wader, the Pectoral Sandpiper. It was fantastic to make out it’s yellowish legs and distinctive back, shining out well far back on the lagoon. A very smart and charming bird to observe which I was thrilled we did. It’s only the fourth time I’ve ever seen this bird one I do admire, the third time at this reserve where we saw our first ever in 2009.

Later in the day beside Normandy lagoon we looked for the Black Terns that had been here and we were thrilled to see one or two on some shingle in the sea and fishing in a mixed group of terns with their darker plumage. It was special to see this lovely species, another that I only saw for the fourth time ever today. In one of my birding days of the year with a fair few top species seen the three year ticks alongside three at Blashford Lakes on 28th May the joint most I’d got in one day since four on Skomer Island on 26th April took my year list to a dizzy 196. This is way further ahead than any of my other year lists had been on this date, just one bird behind last year’s total, two birds behind my 2018 total and four birds behind my highest ever total in 2019 that ambition of 200 birds seen in a year I feel so excited about how my year list could finish. I can say already it’s been an incredible year.

I always seem to see Little Stint near to Curlew Sandpiper when I see them in a year, on the same day or a year tick after each other, Little Stint seen by me this year three year ticks and two weeks and two days after Curlew Sandpiper which we saw at Farlington Marshes and there were two very attractive creamy looking Curlew Sandpipers on Butts lagoon today too which was a pleasure to see. Always special to see these again in a year, I took the fifth picture in this photoset of one with a couple of Redshanks. A shiny white and grey Sanderling was another highlight in a wader fest on this lagoon here today, where Ringed Plovers, Redshanks and Dunlin were nice to see too. There were also a large number of Sandwich Terns on Butts lagoon which I thoroughly enjoyed seeing. There were young birds around which were great to see. When them and Black-headed Gulls took off together we were immersed into an exciting wild spectacle. Their calls reminiscent of busy seabird colonies a place I love to be. I took the third picture in this photoset of the Sandwich Terns and Black-headed Gulls in flight.

At the Normandy lagoon part of the day it was also great to see Sandwich Terns out to sea, a fair few Little Egrets on the lagoon and a Kingfisher dart across it. Some golden looking Bar-tailed Godwit and distinctive Knots seen here were two more massive wader highlights of the day ones we have had great years for I think I’ve seen Knots more times this year than I ever have before with three sightings.

In the world of insects and flowers today I liked seeing moths including Common Grass Veneer again possibly I’ve seen a fair few of these after seeing my first at Shipton Bellinger last weekend and Small Heath and Meadow Brown butterflies, with some pretty purple sea aster, Michaelmas daisies I took the seventh picture in this photoset of some and rock samphire all looking nice always smashing flowers to see here, ragwort, soapwort, fleabane, chamomile one I am enjoying a lot lately which I got the sixth picture in this photoset of, shadows of hogweed possibly and dock and bindweed nice to see.

There were great views today of the bright blue water in the lagoons and the sea, sparkly sea water, striking dry lagoons although Normandy lagoon held more water than I expected of them, marshes, sea and across to the Isle of Wight where there were prominent brown fields symbolic of the weather conditions this year with top bits of sun and dramatic sky scenes. I took the first two and final three pictures in this photoset of views here today.

Sun kissed scenes of full leaf trees in the New Forest stood out on the way home, with beautiful views of Goldfinches, Starlings and House Sparrows feeding in the buddleia bush in the sun at home this evening and a smashing sunset and sky scenes before. I enjoyed my first Woodpigeon seen out the back in a little while I believe this morning and Starling this morning as we went out and Collared Dove out the back throughout today. I enjoyed seeing and photographing again a lovely Hedgehog behind the bin in the front garden tonight, its amazing to have them visiting with possibly a spider’s legs visible hanging out of a vent in the photo. An amazing bank holiday weekend of wildlife watching, photos, walking, family time and relaxing. Have a great week all.

Wildlife Sightings Summary: My first Little Stint, Pectoral Sandpiper and Black Tern of the year, three of my favourite birds the Great Crested Grebe with a few seen well from both spots, Little Egret and Kingfisher, Common Tern, Sandwich Tern, Black-headed Gull, Herring Gull, Grey Heron and Cormorant seen well, Canada Goose, Teal, Knot, Dunlin, Sanderling, Curlew Sandpiper, Grey Plover, Ringed Plover, Turnstone, Oystercatcher, Redshank, Bar-tailed Godwit, Carrion Crow, Robin, Goldfinch, Starling, Sand Martin I believe, Rock Pipit, Meadow Brown, Small Heath and the moths.

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