[casiopea]

Username:
Mangoes. Nice to meet you!



Name:
Fahrenheit, his colors just......made me come
up with this name.



Gender:
Male, I could never see him as a female.



Bird related stuff:


(Fahrenheit gazing up at the birds, he loves to see them streak
through the air.)

[ChristainAnimalLover]

ChristainAnimalLover

Logan

Male

Truthfully, Logan hates birds - they are far too annoying!
He wouldn't mind so much, if they just stayed in the trees. But no-o, almost every time Logan is outside, at least one bird tries to land on him. Logan loves nature but he wishes that nature would leave him alone!

Word Count: 50/50

[SukarettoYanagi]

username: ~Willow
name: Florentine
gender: Female
bird related stuff:

[Word limit 500 words OR 1 art piece and 50 words caption]

The earliest thing I remember is the screaming cry of the paradise birds in my home of New Guinea. It was a haunting sound but was the first that reached my ears, that I remember anyway. I often dream of going back just to hear the call one last time.

[bsktcase]

Username: iJellybean
Name: Flicker
Gender: Male
Bird related stuff: Robin as a kid was an orphan from the day he was born. Left alone in the world, he found birds to help him. Being raised by birds was different to others, but not him. He has a hard time around other JBDs seeing he only was around birds most of his life.

[Freki]

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• Username:

Kikoyo

• Name:

Tibaga, a name I came up with myself.
You could describe it as a female form of [little] Tobago. Tobago is an island were William Ingram introduced Greater Birds-of-Paradise to rescue them from ceasing. Since this lady is based of a Greater Bird and the island was a, well, protecting place for them, I thought it would fit her and hope you agree. I also love the sound of that name, which was another main reason for picking it.

• Gender:

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• Bird related stuff:

[ Tiba's brother is fictionally and doesn't exist. ]

Leaves rustled in the warm spring breeze, and the sun lit up the whole forest Tiba and her little brother were walking through. She had talked him around to come with her, and exceptionally he had agreed. The young dragon has always loved to walk through the forest, listen to the faint sounds and see all those different animals that lived there, but her brother was different, prefered to be inside; it was good to see him enjoying the nature for once.
The two of them came across a clearing and Tiba stopped. "Wanna take a break?" Her little brother nodded, but instead of resting, began to jump around the clearing. Tiba closed her eyes, listening to the familiar twittering that filled her eyes. Soft rays of light tickled her eyes and she began to relax, stretching out her paws.

"TIIBAAA! Look!"

An excited squeak destroyed the silence. Tiba opened her eyes, an angry glim in them. "If you don't have a very good reason-" But her brother interrupted her, excitingly pointing to a tree at the edge of the clearing. "Come and see!" Curiously, the young lady followed her brother who led her to some old roots. And between them...? "Baby birds," she whispered. Six tiny creatures layed on the mossy forest floor, naked and blind, with incredible small, bony wings. "Seems like they fell out of their nest," she thought out loud and looked around, just to find their nest. "With their nest." "Let's put them back, then!" Before Tiba could stop her brother, he began to pick up the tiny baby birds and put them back into the feathers, moss and twigs that the nest was build of. Fascinated, Tiba stared at the eggshells that still layed in it: They were blue. Brown spotted, but blue. "How-" "Look, I'll put the nest back." Tiba didn't answer. "Now, they are safe again." They are blue.

Tiba stood up early next morning and went back into the forest. She quickly found the clearing they've been the day before, and searched for the nest with the rescued birds. They layed between the roots again. Dead. Only one of the babies moved by some miracle. She carefully picked it up to take the little one home, tears clouding her gaze.

Later, Tiba asked her father about it, who told her that a bird's mother doesn't accept their babies anymore after they have been touched by someone else, and she deeply regretted what they had done the day before.

But Tiba took the shells, those beautiful blue eggshells. "You won't be forgotten," she whispered and went home, the eggshells in the one hand, the bird in the other.


~


This is how Tiba became an eggshell hoarder, keeping those tiny signs of life. Every spring, she goes out and searches for any eggshells to remember the lifes they once kept. The blue ones? They are carried in a neck pouch, always being near her heart.


~


The bird survived. And one day, he flew.

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[socks]

Name

i would name this beautiful-

handsome, wonderful, marvellous

pataak no one needs to know about your boastful personality.
but yes, i would name him pataak

Username

[list]hi there, i'm socks and i'm currently a non
owner member of the community. i usually get called by my name,
socks, but occasionally i get called socksie, sockers and socksie
sue. i don't mind what you call me really, all you need to know is that
my username is socks and this is a truly fantastic bean! well,
you didn't need to know my opinion on the bean but...

socks, shut up

sorry pata

wip

[Echo Base]

Username: Echo Base
Name: Insanity
 Gender: Male
Bird related stuff: [Word limit 500 words OR 1 art piece and 50 words caption] WIP

[Cloud']

Username:

Name:

Gender:

Avary and the birds:

The first day of her life she had close contace to a bird was when she was very young and still living with her mum, and the humans her mom lived together with brought a little budgie in a flashy light-blue colour. First she was quite unsure how to deal with this small fragile little living thing, but from time to time and with both growing older they became very close friends. Ava could hear how he feels of what he is doing at the moment only from the accent of the budgie's chant without seeing him. When he died he left a deep hole in her heart that she thought could never be filled again. But as the days went by, she missed him so much, his singing, his feathers sticking everywhere, and finally she decided she must have birds in her life again. Luckily she got to know another bean whose humans have a big hall with many many bids flying there and having a great life. These people also take birds that are in a bad condition and need a lot of care to finally be healthy again, and as they have a lot of work there she was allowed tp help. Since that day, she visits these birds whenever she can, playing with them, feeding them or just watching them flying through the giant hall, nearly free. Sometimes former wild birds they got because they were hurt can be released into freedom again, and sometimes when shes going for a walk in the fields, she can see a birdt sitting not far on a branch, singing chummily and without any fear, and then she recognizes it is one of those - those are the most wonderful moments she could imagine...

[Suchgo]

Username: suchgo
Name: Tallulah
Gender: Female
Bird related stuff: [Word limit 500 words OR 1 art piece and 50 words caption] WIP <3 <3 <3

[Vulpine-Poltergeist]

Username: Wolf_Bringer_1999
Name: Thalius
Gender: Male
Bird related stuff:
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Thalius looked up from his summer nap. He preferred to sleep on rocks- to him, the warmth of the rocks and the warmth of the sun made him fall asleep. He heard some chirping from chickadees, drumming from woodpeckers, and a caw from a crow as it was knocked down by a cat- wait, a bird was in danger? Thalius jumped from his rock and strode to the cat, trying to make his almost cow-sized body look intimidating. The cat ran away from the bird, whose left wing was broken. It was only a baby, Thalius mused in his mind- he took care of baby chickens, surely a crow couldn't be that much different? After taking home and bandaging the injured crow, he grabbed a slip of red leather that he normally used as collars for the chickens and made it into a collar for the crow, who was now to be named Gizik. Thalius taught Gizik as much as possible- well, when you had a crow that couldn't fly, and was a bit on the overfed side, you couldn't teach it much besides perhaps hopping on one leg for about ten seconds- but Thalius taught the crow everything. And I mean everything that he could, besides learning how to read and speak. Gizik learned about Thalius, and how his life went, and was tucked into a makeshift nest every night with a bedtime story. However, there was one poem Thalius loved to tell Gizik the most: The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.