#tree pipit

[botaurinae]

tree pipit (Anthus trivialis)

[dansnaturepictures]

12/04/2025-View, wood spurge, Brambling which it was amazing to see my first of the year, primroses, view and a piece of wood that resembled a dinosaur I thought at Bentley Wood and garlic and marigold flowers and sky at home.

I was also thrilled to see splendid Tree Pipit another sensational bird one of my birds of the year so far, Sparrowhawk both at Bentley Wood at home, Red Kite, Peacock and Speckled Wood butterflies, Green Tiger, Black Oil and Poecilus cupreus beetles, bugle and wood anemones. Lesser Black-backed Gull was another at home highlight.

[bonefall]

Ok, im back with more names. The bog was hard to find, so I’m basing it off of the area of Carrington Moss, which is in the area I think BB takes place if I’m reading the maps right

Also bc we’re talking about Shadowclan

Ok, so the names

First of all: Fen, Bog, Mire, and Peat, all names for this biome. There’s also marls, a rock found in the area

Again, I’ll only be using names I don’t remember being in the series (the obvious one being moss. It’s all moss)

Asphodel (bog asphodel), rosemary (bog rosemary), cranberry, cotton (cotton sedge), blackberry, bluebell, foxglove, iris, a plant called Mad-dog weed, also known as a water-plantain, admiral (red admiral), pipit (meadow pipit), partridge (gray partridge, but very rare) bullfinch, and bunting (reed bunting)

Close but you're a bit off-- Carrington Moss is, confusingly, an example of a moorland!

Specifically it is a lowland peat bog. Upland peat, lowland peat, blanket bog, dune heath, upland heath, lowland heath, maritime heath... all of these biomes are completely different, but all of them are referred to as moorlands.

Also, those names for the biome are not interchangeable. Those all have more specific meanings;

Fen: An alkaline wetland. Fed by fresh groundwater or runoff, these biomes are a lot richer in nutrients and the water is higher in oxygen. Because of this, they often have a much larger diversity of plant and animal species. Fens can sometimes become bogs over time.

Bog: An acidic wetland Thick moss, lots of dead matter, mostly a result of still water building up over many many years. Since the water is low in oxygen, you won't find many fish in these, and generally bogs are home to specialists who can handle the conditions.

Mire: Wet, muddy land that's hard to walk on Only synonymous with "bog" if you're using it in the informal sense of "being bogged down," not in the ecological sense-- a bog is a mire, but not all mires are bogs. You could have a mire made out of glue, tar, or caramel, if you were writing a really cool fantasy series.

Peat: A dark brown material formed from partially decayed plant matter. Essentially what happens when the top layer of moss or grass dies in a really wet place, is quickly grown-over by living plants, and then rots slowly underneath. A VERY important component of a bog, extremely useful as fuel.

For ShadowClan I'm actually modelling wetlands in and around Delamere Forest, specifically, because I ran into the issue you did of the British-English dialect having a lot of "overlap" in region names and scientific terms. If you want to go scouring for cool prefixes to suggest, you can check out Blakemere Moss, Black Lake, Mouldsworth Gap, and Abbots Moss.

Most of the plants you mentioned still grow here, though! Some other fun prefixes I've been thinking of though;

Lime (type of tree, no relation to citrus!)

Linden (another name for lime, which there are two types of)

Sphagnum (Important type of moss)

Snipe (type of bird that picks up its babies and flies away with them)

Coot (funny name bird)

Chaser (type of dragonfly)

Podzol (ashy soil found in places where plant decomposition is inhibited)

Quiver or Quake (Describing the movement of thick moss that has formed over the surface of stillwater, Q is a really rare letter in WC names)

Vetch (Common type of plant with a name I think is really cool)

Nymph (Baby dragonfly)

Skater, Skimmer, or Strider (Bug that hunts by gliding across the surface of water)

[redux-iterum]

An ask I meant to ask earlier, but keep forgetting: is 'theme-naming' within a litter (like how Oakclaw and Crookedstar were both named after trees w/ Oak- and Cedar-) a common practice? I ask because I have the half image of a RiverClan litter being named Antkit, Beetlekit, and Spiderkit. When/if asked why they were all named for bugs, the mother affectionately says "Because they're always underfoot!"

Theme-naming happens pretty frequently! Mostly in RiverClan, of course, because they love a good, fun name that has a story behind it. Sometimes the names are just themed with things close to each other, like Snailkit and Slugkit, and sometimes they're based off of something special, such as a litter born on a stormy night being called Lightningkit, Stormkit and Rainkit - or even a joke, like your example! As long as it's not cruel, it's fair game.

Some mothers just go with the first names that come to mind, or want to be specific and as accurate as possible, so their kits don't have a theme. But there are plenty of queens who want to be cute or funny or poetic and give their kits similar names, even if they aren't exactly perfect. I mean, they still fit, but Dust- is a lot less defined than Pipit-, even if it goes well with a brother named Mud-.

[outofangband]

Birds of Nargothrond

Note: Nargothrond refers to the caves that became a kingdom under Finrod but also to the region surrounding it. In this world building post I use Nargothrond to refer to the region unless otherwise specified

Other bird world building lists can be found on this list here! As always I included world building notes so it’s not just a list of species

Forested hills: common nighthawk, rock dove, black kite, tree sparrow, common jay, golden oriole, common treecreeper, nuthatch, long tailed tit, wood warbler, common wren, barn owl (rare), sparrowhawk, song thrush, spotted nutcracker

Talath Dirnen: red grouse, black grouse, grey partridge, wood pigeon, swamphen, short toed eagle, black headed bunting, common linnet, twite, great grey shrike, blue tit, ring ouzel, wood lark, meadow pipit, wryneck, grasshopper warbler, whitethroat, grasshopper sparrow, prairie chicken

Around the river Narog: ruddy shell duck (rare), common pheasant, cettid warbler, garden warbler, sedge warbler, common goosander, water pipit (rare), kingfisher, hobby

World building notes

Images of birds are found throughout the actual stronghold of Nargothrond including engraved into the arches of the main doors, into the wood and stone of bed structures and along the bridge. Nightingales with sprigs of elm leaves line the pillars near the throne, a homage to Thingol and Melian

Birds are not kept in large numbers for agricultural reasons however a small number of quails are kept for eggs and feathers. This practice is adapted from the elves of Doriath as I talked about here.

The majority of feather quills in Nargothrond are quail feather quills however some fancier ones are from the tail feathers of golden eagles or from various sea birds. The latter were gifts from the Falathrim to Finrod and evoke nostalgia from his childhood in Alqualondë

The autumn festival, held within the orchards of Nargothrond includes hours of watching departing birds.

Some of the Noldor of Nargothrond including Finrod maintained communication with the Falathrim through scrolls carried by birds though these originated at the Falas and Barad Nimras

Woodland birds such as pheasants and grouse are sometimes eaten during feasts at Nargothrond but most birds eaten are killed by hunters and scouts

[argentinagp]

tagged by @avida-heidia-5! here is my tree! if u want to leave a message!

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[elkieselkiewrites]

Intros and such

Hi! I'm Jasper, in the mire of my 30s, I use they/them, and this is my new writeblr!

I mainly write fantasy and gothic fiction but I also dip my toe into science-fantasy every now and again. Most of what I write is Teen appropriate, but all of my fiction is for Adults and I will occasionally dip into 18+ territory, so this is a warning to Minors that this might not be the space for you.

My main WIPs are:

The Postmaster's Apprentice

A high fantasy tale of a postie trying desperately to deliver a letter, but forced to have adventures along the way. It has tree nymph elves, stone folk made of real stone, trolls with trade unions, mushroom forests, mountain vampires, giant ghosts, shipwrecks, and more! [wip intro]

Current Phase: Actively writing - 18,281 words (06/03/25)

The Playwright King

A low fantasy story about a terrible playwright, but excellent actor, who finds himself playing the role of monarch to save the Queen Consort after the real king dies. There are plots and shenanigans, silly Shakespearean identity hijinks, and sentient talking swords. [wip intro]

Current Phase: Planning (06/03/25)

Tupper's Tale

A low fantasy tale about Hob Tupper, a monk-in-training, scribe's apprentice, and (secretly) not really a boy. The story follows Hob as they learn their trade, uncover monastic secrets, solve murders and scandals, fall in love, and change the destiny of a kingdom or two. [wip intro]

Current Phase: Reworking - 13,856 words (06/03/25)

Burning Branches, Golden Trees

A science-fantasy, espionage space opera loosely based on the fairy tale Gold-Tree and Silver-Tree, wherein our heroine Belin enters an arranged marriage, tasked by her boss to discover whether or not her new husband is a traitor, and if not, to uncover the truth of the strange happenings on Palatinate-709. It has far-off planets, space KGB, telepathic eugenicists, spycraft, giant snails, queer polyamory, and more! [wip intro]

Current Phase: Planning (06/03/25)

Winter Winds

A dark fantasy story about a travelling cursebreaker called Nightjar, her wife Siskin, her children Finch and Pipit, and the consequences of getting involved in disputes between gods. The first part of the story follows Nightjar as she fights to keep her family safe battling monsters with alchemy, and uncovering godly conspiracies. The second part follows Pipit as she learns about her place in the world, and how her mother's monsters and her father's gods are sometimes one and the same. [wip intro]

Current Phase: Planning & Reworking (06/03/25)

You can also find my fantasy maps here

My askbox is always open for questions, and I'm happy to take part in tag games too!

[probablyasocialecologist]

Aesthetic sensibilities are deeply subjective, and hard to acknowledge and analyse clearly. They take root in us from the moment we’re born. They bind us to a particular view of the landscape, something we begin to think of as ‘natural’ or, at least, benign. What we see as children, particularly where we grow up, becomes what we want to continue to see, and what we want our children to see. Nostalgia, and the sense of security that nostalgia brings, binds us to the familiar. We are persuaded, too, by our own absorption in this aesthetic that what we are seeing has been here for ever. We believe the countryside around us, or something very similar to it, has persisted for centuries and the wildlife within it, if not exactly the same, is at least a fair representation of what has been here for centuries. But the ecological processes of the past are hard for the layman – and often even conservation professionals – to grasp. 

We are blinded by the immediacy of the present. We look at the landscape and see what is there, not what is missing. And if we do appreciate some sort of ecological loss and change, we tend to go only as far back as our childhood memories, or the memories of our parents or grandparents who tell us ‘there used to be hundreds of lapwings in my day’, ‘skylarks and song thrushes were ten-a-penny’, ‘the fields round here used to be red with poppies and blue with cornflowers’, ‘cod was the poor man’s fish when I was a nipper’. We are blind to the fact that in our grandparents’ grandparents’ day there would have been species-rich wildflower meadows in every parish and coppice woods teeming with butterflies. They would have heard corncrakes and bitterns, seen clouds of turtle doves, thousands of lapwings and hundreds more skylarks. A mere four generations ago they knew rivers swimming with burbot – now extinct in Britain – and eels, and their summer nights were peppered with bats and moths and glow-worms. Their grandparents, in turn, saw nightjars settling on dusty country lanes and even hawking for moths around the street lamps in towns, and spotted flycatchers in every orchard, and meadow pipits everywhere from salt-flats to the crowns of mountains. They saw banks of giant cod and migrating tuna in British waters. They saw our muddy North Sea clear as gin, filtered by oyster beds as large as Wales. And their grandparents, in turn, living at the time of the last beaver in Britain, would have known great bustards, and watched shoals of herring five miles long and three miles broad migrating within sight of the shore, chased by schools of dolphins and sperm whales and the occasional great white shark. We don’t have to look too deeply into the history books, into contemporary accounts, for scenes dramatically different to our own to be normal. Yet we live in denial of these catastrophic losses.

Isabella Tree, Wilding: The Return of Nature to a British Farm

[lovecraftian-frog]

I actually caught 52 species of birds in Luxembourg so I won't be able to post them all here. But still, here are 5 more !

- Lesser whitethroat (Curruca curruca)

- Barn swallow (Hirundo rustica)

- Eurasian blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus)

- Aquatic warbler (Acrocephalus paludicola)

- Tree pipit (Anthus trivialis)

[across-violet-skies]

tumblr is being mean and wont let me big link it but heres the link

my first hyrule centric fic of 2025!! this one's been in the wips folder for a bit....... hopefully it's ready to be published!!

preview under the cut!!

“If all that goes up must come down, how long do I have before I hit the ground?”

They had done it.

After a long year of adventuring, time travel, and miscellaneous shenanigans, it was finally over. Dink was defeated, Ganon didn’t rise to power, and the world was already beginning to settle.

A thin plume of smoke rose from the forest.

Hidden, but not hiding, nine heroes across time laughed and chatted loudly by the campfire. Each of them had a smile on their faces, excited to return to their normal lives.

Well. Almost all of them were excited.

Hyrule sat a little beyond their circle, still participating, but not quite as involved as the rest. For him, going home wasn’t going to be fun. Don’t get him wrong, Hyrule still loved and adored the land he was named after, but… it was hard to feel good about returning to the way things used to be.

“I can’t wait to see Tetra!” Wind exclaimed, pumping a fist. “It’s been too long since I saw her and the rest of the crew. Oh, and I can visit Aryll and Grandma, too!”

Twilight smiled. “I’m looking forward to going back to Ordon,” he murmured. “And maybe it’ll be nice to spend a day in Castle Town. Say hi to Dusk ‘n all of that.”

“It’ll be nice to be back in the forge,” Four agreed, nodding. “Dot will be excited, too. It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

Sky’s gaze drifted upward, a lovesick expression melting over his face. “I can’t wait to see Sun…” he sighed dreamily. Legend coughed awkwardly. Sky jolted, grinning. “And Groose! And Pipit! And Karane! And everyone else on Skyloft!” He added hastily.

“It’s okay, Sky, we get it.” Warriors waved a hand. “I can’t say I have a lover waiting for me, but it’ll be nice to catch up with Artemis.”

“I’m excited to go back to my house,” Wild murmured, snorting a little. “I’m sure Flora will be there, too. Oh, and I can give Purah a visit. And I should really check on Tarrey Town. Oh, but I haven’t visited Gerudo Town in so long…”

Time laughed. “Sounds like you’ll be busy, Champion,” he observed.

Warriors grinned, elbowing Time teasingly. “And what about you, Old Man? Looking forward to some alone time with the missus?”

“Of course. I love Malon.”

A chorus of “awww”s erupted around the campfire. Hyrule shrunk further in on himself.

Time continued, smirking mischievously. “But I’m not the only one with a partner waiting at home.” His gaze shifted, single eye focused on Legend. “Veteran?”

“What?!” He squawked, indignant. “You mean Ravi? That bastard?” Legend’s face was a lovely shade of red. “No! I- no! We’re- we’re not-”

Wind rolled his eyes. “We all saw you guys kissing.”

Hyrule slunk away as Legend screeched in defense. The traveler sat against a tree, back to the campfire. He was far enough away that his brothers’ voices were mere background noise.

…Was he really the only one with nothing to go back to? With no one?

-> read the rest on ao3!!

[totally-correct-oot-skord]

Link: Bad news— Groose locked himself out of his own room. Link: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith. Link: Bad news— Pipit finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls. Link: Good news—a cute girl saw me do it. Link: Bad news—it was Zelda, and since she's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a baby chick that was just too dang small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.

[aurathian]

Rumors

AO3 | Written for the @zelinkcommunity Loftwing Letters gift exchange! I hope you enjoy @skyyknights !! This also fulfills @zelinktines24 prompt #14: “rumors” :) If you enjoy, please reblog! <3

Fandom: Skyward Sword

Rating: G

Ships: Link/Zelda

Description: There’s a rumor going around that Link and Zelda are in love.

Read the full fic below or read it on AO3.

Days on the surface were busy. From dawn, Link and Zelda were up collecting wood, fetching water, and making multiple rounds of the settlement to see who needed help. By dusk, they were helping cook meals, store equipment, and make sure all were safe to sleep. Their only respite was their one-room cottage, tucked a short walk away from the settlement, where at night they shared stories about the day and plans for the tomorrows they once never thought they would have.

There was a rumor going around that they were exhausted.

“That’s silly,” Zelda yawned, taking a sip of tea from her mug. “Karane, you should really stop gossiping.” Setting down her cup, she resumed her knitting project: a blanket for Kukiel who, despite her love for adventure, was having a hard time adjusting to the surface. The blanket would be covered in pictures of loftwings and clouds.

“It’s not gossip,” Karane protested. “I can see it in your eyes, Zelda. You have bags!”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Link had to wake you up this morning. It’s usually the other way around.”

“How do you know– ah, Pipit…”

“You should take some time for yourself,” Karane encouraged, getting up to refill her teacup. “You and Link give a lot.”

“We don’t mind,” Zelda argued as she shifted to watch Karane over the back of her chair. “There’s a lot of work to do and we can do it.”

Karane sighed and swirled her cup. Looking out the window, she said, “Link is out with Pipit right now chopping firewood. Maybe you can go get some fresh air, walk a little bit, without starting a new project.” She walked to the door, lifting the cup. “Oh, I’ll return this later.”

And then Karane was gone and Zelda was alone and maybe her best friend was right. A light breeze blew outside, gently ruffling the curtains on the window through which she could hear birds singing. A walk outside, without any projects or jobs or strings attached, was something Zelda hadn’t done in a long time. So, she gently set Kukiel’s blanket aside, finished her cup of tea, and ventured out into the surrounding woods.

On the other side of the surface settlement, Pipit hacked away at a pile of firewood while Link–unwillingly–stood and watched.

“I’m not letting you help,” Pipit huffed as he lifted the axe over his head. “This is my job.”

“But I can do it.”

“You’ve done enough.” With a whack, the log at Pipit’s feet split into two. “You never do anything for yourself anymore.”

“I do plenty for myself,” Link protested. “Last night, I ate dinner.”

Pipit couldn’t stop himself from bursting out in a fit of laughter so loud the birds hidden in the trees launched away into the air.

“Alone?” Pipit asked between chuckles.

“Well, Zelda was finishing up some of the laundry she was helping with, and she got back late.”

“That’s exactly it.” Pipit set leaned on the handle of the axe and glowered at Link. “You two don’t have any time to do something together that doesn’t involve working.”

“Finishing up the settlement is important,” Link replied. “Once that’s done, then we can rest.”

”Or you could rest now—“

“Hey,” a voice rang out, and Pipit didn’t miss the way Link’s eyes lit up. “Am I intruding?” Zelda emerged from behind a tree, and to Pipit’s surprise, wasn’t carrying a pile of fabric or a bucket of water. It was just her.

“Not at all, Zel,” Pipit said, casting a glance at Link’s tomato-hued face, “not at all.” He also didn’t miss the slight fumble in his step which almost sent the logs in his arms rolling.

“I was wondering if Link had a minute,” she said. “But if you’re busy, I don’t want to interrupt—I know that wood is urgent.”

Pipit hurriedly, almost eagerly, replied that it was not urgent. “Take him if you need him.” Link hesitated, glancing between the pile of uncut wood and the woman dearest to him, wondering what mattered more.

He went off with Zelda, leaving Pipit alone and knowing he would never hear the end of this later.

There was a rumor going around that Link and Zelda were in love.

“What happened?” Link asked as they walked through the forest.

“Does something need to happen for us to take a stroll?”

“No, but— usually— I mean, when you come get me it’s because you need help with some work.”

“I just had an idea that we could take a break.” Yes. An idea that was entirely her own. “But if you have to get back, I understand.”

“No! No, I don’t.” Their hands swung at their sides as they walked and Link ever so gently grazed his fingers against hers. Zelda glanced down and turned her face away to hide her blush. Nervously, she slipped her fingers into his. The rest of the walk was silent, but in that silence was comfort. The silence said everything—that they could truly be at peace, even in the midst of building and planning and healing, their peace could be found within the other.

Just outside the forest that surrounded the settlement was Lake Floria. Zelda had grown fond of it on the rare occasions she visited. Beside the lake was a tree taller and much older than the rest, which is where they sat down. For a long time they stayed there, talking, reminiscing, clutching hands, and they were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice the golden light of sunset or the glowing bugs that came out of hiding.

“It’s been very nice to do this,” Zelda said as she plucked at some grass. “Perhaps we could do this more.”

“I think so too.”

“You know,” she continued after a moment of quiet, “I’ve been working on a blanket for Kukiel.”

“Have you?”

“She’s homesick, so I thought it would be nice.” She tore a tuft of grass out of the earth. “Maybe… I could make a blanket for us, too.”

“I could get some more wood,” Link offered, “for our hearth.”

“We could sit under our blanket in front of our fire and drink tea together. Just us, for ourselves.” And Zelda thought there was no moment more perfect than this, surrounded only by the forest and its wildlife, treasuring every detail: the upward curve of Link’s lips, the presence of his hand over hers, the blush that was surely creeping onto her face.

They faced each other. “That sounds nice,” Link said, eyes traveling down to her lips, then back up to those sky-blue eyes that would always remind him of home. Not the Knight Academy, not Skyloft, not the Goddess Statue, but home: her.

He reached up and cupped her face with that same gentle care he always had, like he could lose her again with just a simple touch, and she closed her eyes and gingerly leaned in…

…and there was a rumor going around that they shared their first kiss underneath the tree by the lake.

[dansnaturepictures]

19th May 2024: My first Grizzled Skipper of the year, foxgloves, thistle, Red-headed Cardinal beetle and wild strawberry at Bentley Wood and beautiful cistus at home today.

At Bentley Wood my first Tree Pipit of the year and Garden Warbler heard, my first Pearl-bordered Fritillaries, Painted Lady and Small Heath of the year, my first Silver Y and Speckled Yellow moths of the year, my first yellow pimpernel and silverweed cinquefoil of the year, my first ever Downy Emerald dragonfly which was amazing to see, Green Tiger beetle and froghopper were some of many highlights on an insect, flower and bird fest today.

[globalworship]

The Parable of the Mustard Seed (icon)

“Jesus put before them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and rest in its branches." -Matthew 13:31-32

Recent icon of this passage by Kelly Latimore:

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Commenary by Kelly Latimore:

Jesus' parables are one of the ways Jesus trains his disciples. The parables, like the sermon on the mount, have always been crucial for the church to imagine the kind of community it is called to be. We discover again and again that Jesus' parables significance points to everyday life. The parables are meant to be lived.

The original audience may have been perplexed by this story. They would have known that no-one would intentionally plant a mustard shrub. In fact, the Jewish Mishnah forbade the growing of mustard seeds in the garden because they were 'useless annoying weeds'. In the Hebrew Scriptures the "birds of the air" can be a reference to Gentiles/Non-Jews, the foreigner.

This parable suggests that the kingdom of heaven is available to everyone. Even those who may be considered outsiders or not "Worthy". Jesus is calling us to see the significance in the insignificant. The parables of the kingdom of heaven make clear that the kingdom of heaven is not "up there". Through the parables Jesus is teaching us to "be for the world the material reality of the kingdom of heaven brought down to earth." As Jesus is himself the parable of the father so the church is meant to be the parable of Christ. A people in space and time welcoming the outcast, the foreigner, and the stranger. These kind of communities will look like unwanted weeds to the world, or even to other christians. However, this may be exactly the church Jesus is asking us to embody. Prints, Digital Downloads, and Calendars available All of the birds in this icon are native to the Holy Land. Birds in the icon: Palestine Sunbird, Scrub Warbler, Common Rosefinch, Laughing dove, Barn Swallow, House Sparrow, Fire-Fronted Serin, Red- Rumped Swallow, Rufous-tailed Scrub Robin, Woodchat Shrike, European Greenfinch, Tree Pipit, Nubian Nightjar, Northern Wheatear, Green Bee Eater, Eurasian Golden Oriole, European Roller, Eurasian Jay, Great Tit, Hooded Crow, Eurasian Blackbird, Common Chiffchaff, Rock Bunting, Crested Lark, and White Spectacled Bulbul.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1006593093924270&set=a.437194030864182 https://www.facebook.com/kellylatimoreicons

[pumpkinnning]

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[outofangband]

Birds of Thargelion

After this I just have Maglor’s Gap and that will complete my series on birds in the Fëanorian realms pre Amon Ereb!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Thargelion was the realm of Caranthir, located in the north east of Beleriand just north of Ossiriand and bordered by the Ered Luin, the eastern stretch of mountains that divided Beleriand from the rest of Middle Earth

As always this is not a definitive list! Please feel free to ask more or give me a more specific category!

Around Lake Helevorn and the rivers: Red-breasted merganser, mute swan, white tailed dipper, whooper swan, smew, little grebe, red throated loon, common crane, mallard, common white eye, northern shovler, green winged teal, corn crake, spotted crake, black winged stilt

Mountains: bearded vulture, water pipit, golden eagle, kestrel, peregrine falcon, Rock ptarmigan, common siskin, alpine accentor, northern wheatear, ring ouzel, white tailed eagle, chough, spotted nutcracker, Citril finch, griffon vulture, common redstart, common raven, wallcreeper, common jay, boreal owl, white winged snowfinch, crag martin, common redstart, black redstart

Foothills and forests: black grouse, wood grouse, goshawk, grey white fronted goose, hazel grouse, little bunting, meadow pipit, tree sparrow, hedge warbler, Bohemian waxwing, common kestrel, long eared owl, little owl, marsh tit, coal tit, mourning dove, rock pigeon, woodchat strike

World building notes

-Like most of the Noldor in Eastern Beleriand, many of Caranthir’s scouts keep birds of prey. In Thargelion these are primarily peregrine falcons and kestrels. Hunting with birds was less common however.

--There are populations of Green Elves who live in Thargelion, primarily in the mountains and near the border of Ossiriand. Though they also do not use birds for hunting, certain species are kept as companions or messengers.

-Chicken breeding as an art and science developed during the Watchful Peace. Chickens in Thargelion are appraised for long plumage and colorful feathers. Their eggs are eaten but they are not often used for meat.

-Chickens, peacocks and quails were kept by the Noldor of Thargelion, techniques of raising and breeding them were learned from Sindar and Silvan cultures of Eastern Beleriand. Indeed the Noldor of Thargelion were one of the only Noldor populations to keep quails.

-Bearded vultures appear on the crests of some of Caranthir’s lords and were even kept by a few of them

-Feathers of various mountain birds especially eagles and ouzel appear in wood carvings as an architectural motif during the Watchful Peace in Thargelion

-Out of all the Fëanorian realms, water birds appear most often in art and other cultural references in Thargelion as Lake Helevorn and its wildlife are a central facet of life there especially in times of peace. Wading birds like crakes, cranes and stilts are especially Valued.