hugealienpie
hugealienpie:

tayefeth:

tamorapierce:

white-aster:

murdorito:

windows7virus:

bookrat:

One of my hens attempted to crow this morning.
I didn’t realize it at the time. No, my immediate assumption was that something was brutally murdering one of my birds. I rushed to the rescue only to find the yard conspicuously empty of threats, but I didn’t relax until that awful rasping caw came again from my right.
Here she is compared to another black bantam I got at the same time as her. Her comb and wattles are huge, but I just kinda disregarded it because those two aren’t the same breed even though they’re similar looking. Shouldn’t have, that comb is almost rooster-sized regardless of breed differences.
Just wanted to share, I figured Tumblr would get a kick out of a non-binary chicken.

Years ago I had something similar happen. In the early spring a batch of mixed breed chicks hatched (all I can remember is that they were 1/4 silkie) as the months passed and the chicks grew and their sex characteristics developed, all hens… sort of.
One bird, a petite black hen, started crowing, by the fall she was crowing just as well and often as the roosters we kept in the coop. But it didn’t stop there. During the winter I noticed this hen exclusively roosting with other hens, not that odd, but then one day I saw her mounting them.
When we let them out off the coop to free-range in the spring she had a small harem of other hens. They would follow her, “mate” with her, and only roost next to her, and, if a rooster antagonized her or her harem, she would spar with him (not always successfully). 
So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs.  

nonbinary chickens are pretty common! Reason #89574897345 why I fucking love chickens.

"So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs." 
<3  :D

I would stroke her face and tell her that was a very impressive crow.  She’s probably feeling she didn’t do as well as the boys.
And I’ve seen boy cats do it with each other, boy sparrows mate, boy dogs mate, and girl cats mate.  “Natural Order of Things” is, mind your own bidness, jack.

Anyone who crows about the “Natural Order of Things” near me just gets hit with my copy of Biological Exuberance.

Reblogging largely for
tayefeth
's comment.
Biological Exuberance changed my life. The whole thing’s brilliant, but Bagemihl’s thoughts on looking to indigenous folklore for subjects of scientific study redefined my spirituality, and I’m not even kidding. Gay chickens and life-changing epiphanies. Read it. Go.

hugealienpie:

tayefeth:

tamorapierce:

white-aster:

murdorito:

windows7virus:

bookrat:

One of my hens attempted to crow this morning.

I didn’t realize it at the time. No, my immediate assumption was that something was brutally murdering one of my birds. I rushed to the rescue only to find the yard conspicuously empty of threats, but I didn’t relax until that awful rasping caw came again from my right.

Here she is compared to another black bantam I got at the same time as her. Her comb and wattles are huge, but I just kinda disregarded it because those two aren’t the same breed even though they’re similar looking. Shouldn’t have, that comb is almost rooster-sized regardless of breed differences.

Just wanted to share, I figured Tumblr would get a kick out of a non-binary chicken.

Years ago I had something similar happen. In the early spring a batch of mixed breed chicks hatched (all I can remember is that they were 1/4 silkie) as the months passed and the chicks grew and their sex characteristics developed, all hens… sort of.

One bird, a petite black hen, started crowing, by the fall she was crowing just as well and often as the roosters we kept in the coop. But it didn’t stop there. During the winter I noticed this hen exclusively roosting with other hens, not that odd, but then one day I saw her mounting them.

When we let them out off the coop to free-range in the spring she had a small harem of other hens. They would follow her, “mate” with her, and only roost next to her, and, if a rooster antagonized her or her harem, she would spar with him (not always successfully). 

So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs.  

nonbinary chickens are pretty common! Reason #89574897345 why I fucking love chickens.

"So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs." 

<3  :D

I would stroke her face and tell her that was a very impressive crow.  She’s probably feeling she didn’t do as well as the boys.

And I’ve seen boy cats do it with each other, boy sparrows mate, boy dogs mate, and girl cats mate.  “Natural Order of Things” is, mind your own bidness, jack.

Anyone who crows about the “Natural Order of Things” near me just gets hit with my copy of Biological Exuberance.

Reblogging largely for
tayefeth
's comment.
Biological Exuberance changed my life. The whole thing’s brilliant, but Bagemihl’s thoughts on looking to indigenous folklore for subjects of scientific study redefined my spirituality, and I’m not even kidding. Gay chickens and life-changing epiphanies. Read it. Go.
foodandfitnessforever
supernaturalsquats:

People can say whatever they want about my body - and they will. But it doesn’t exist to be aesthetically pleasing. My legs may look big, that’s because they’re as big as they need to be to keep up with me sprinting through life. These babies can run 10k. They once stayed in a wall sit for 9 minutes. My arms have carried injured people, small children and heavy boxes for my family. They also make it difficult to find jeans that fit, but that’s okay.
I chose to celebrate my body. Not for what it looks like, but for what it’s capable of.

supernaturalsquats:

People can say whatever they want about my body - and they will. But it doesn’t exist to be aesthetically pleasing. My legs may look big, that’s because they’re as big as they need to be to keep up with me sprinting through life. These babies can run 10k. They once stayed in a wall sit for 9 minutes. My arms have carried injured people, small children and heavy boxes for my family. They also make it difficult to find jeans that fit, but that’s okay.

I chose to celebrate my body. Not for what it looks like, but for what it’s capable of.

fourteenacross

esteefee:

esteefee:

brumeier:

hedgehog-on-fire:

SGA rewatch 2k14 - No, you can’t fix me.”

The slashiest slash ep of SGA ever. Love!!

Srsly. Who does Rodney go running to for comfort? John promising he won’t let Rodney forget his name. :)))) Oh, Show.

#no.  #fuck this episode.  #fuck it.  #fuck you.fuck everything

johnshepnerdLook, you’re still here, all right? You’re still here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

ikeracity
bunmer:

redhester:

bunmer:


A young Jewish refugee with her Chinese playmates. Shanghai, China (x)

Between 1933 and 1941, it is estimated that 20,000 Jews escaped persecution by fleeing to the Chinese port of Shanghai. Shanghai was one of the few places in the world that would accept Jewish refugees at this time, Japan being another.

i am furious that i am just now learning about this important fact.

Because it has nothing to do with the USA being the superhero and saving all the Jews

bunmer:

redhester:

bunmer:

A young Jewish refugee with her Chinese playmates. Shanghai, China (x)

Between 1933 and 1941, it is estimated that 20,000 Jews escaped persecution by fleeing to the Chinese port of Shanghai. Shanghai was one of the few places in the world that would accept Jewish refugees at this time, Japan being another.

i am furious that i am just now learning about this important fact.

Because it has nothing to do with the USA being the superhero and saving all the Jews

helens78

tygermama:

angrykoreanguy:

kammartinez:

Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.

Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.

"The tragedy of that poor boy’s life is not the realization that he’s not the grand prize he’s assumed, but that he’s not even second place."

Read the guy parts in Gaston’s voice

fourteenacross
thespiritofoctober:

for the apple rings
4 large apples (I used gala)
1 cup flour
¼ teaspoon baking powder
2 tablespoons sugar
¼ teaspoon salt
⅛ teaspoon cinnamon
1 large egg, beaten
1 cup buttermilk

vegetable oil for frying

for the cinnamon sugar topping
⅓ cup sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Instructions

In a large bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, sugar, salt and ⅛ teaspoon cinnamon. Set aside. In a small bowl combine the egg and buttermilk. In a third dish, make your cinnamon-sugar topping by combining the ⅓ cup sugar and 2 teaspoons cinnamon. Set that aside too.
Next, slice the apples into ¼-inch thick slices, and use circle biscuit cutters in graduated sizes to make rings out of each slice. Discard the center circles containing the apple core.
Heat the oil in a frying pan over medium heat to 350°F.
Combine the contents of the first and second dishes as the oil warms up. This will be your batter.
Dip the apple rings in and out of the batter one at a time, removing any dripping excess by tapping the rings against the side of the bowl.
Fry the rings in small batches, turning them to ensure browning on both sides.
Once the rings are golden and crispy, transfer them to a plate lined with paper towel for a few seconds.
Quickly transfer the apple rings, one by one, into the cinnamon-sugar mixture and coat evenly.
Transfer to a wire rack and serve warm.
Notes
Apples can go a long way in the recipe, so if you don’t get to all 4 apples, don’t worry. Make as much or as little as you like.

It&#8217;s like Oma&#8217;s here.

thespiritofoctober:

for the apple rings
4 large apples (I used gala)
1 cup flour
¼ teaspoon baking powder
2 tablespoons sugar
¼ teaspoon salt
⅛ teaspoon cinnamon
1 large egg, beaten
1 cup buttermilk

vegetable oil for frying

for the cinnamon sugar topping
⅓ cup sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Instructions

In a large bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, sugar, salt and ⅛ teaspoon cinnamon. Set aside. In a small bowl combine the egg and buttermilk. In a third dish, make your cinnamon-sugar topping by combining the ⅓ cup sugar and 2 teaspoons cinnamon. Set that aside too.
Next, slice the apples into ¼-inch thick slices, and use circle biscuit cutters in graduated sizes to make rings out of each slice. Discard the center circles containing the apple core.
Heat the oil in a frying pan over medium heat to 350°F.
Combine the contents of the first and second dishes as the oil warms up. This will be your batter.
Dip the apple rings in and out of the batter one at a time, removing any dripping excess by tapping the rings against the side of the bowl.
Fry the rings in small batches, turning them to ensure browning on both sides.
Once the rings are golden and crispy, transfer them to a plate lined with paper towel for a few seconds.
Quickly transfer the apple rings, one by one, into the cinnamon-sugar mixture and coat evenly.
Transfer to a wire rack and serve warm.
Notes
Apples can go a long way in the recipe, so if you don’t get to all 4 apples, don’t worry. Make as much or as little as you like.

It’s like Oma’s here.

hugealienpie

nytylys:

kill the idea that openly caring characters are boring

set on fire the line of thought that dictates that altruism is a bad thing and that selfishness/sassiness is an inherently more appealing and ‘~intricate~’ quality than an affectionate nature

smash and bury the concept of the false equivalency between angst and complexity

kindness and empathy are not synonyms for “blandness” and “lack of personality”