Please leave some water dishes out for the critters🙏🙏 Thank you😊 #Heat #Animals #birds #kindness

The largest fruit native to North America tastes, according to fans, like mango-banana custard, grows wild across much of the eastern United States, and you've probably never eaten one. It's the pawpaw. This understory tree grows along creeks and bottomlands from the Gulf Coast to the Great Lakes, with big drooping leaves that give it an oddly tropical look. That's because it's the lone temperate member of an otherwise tropical plant family. The fruit itself is green, about the size of a small mango, and the ripe flesh is soft, sweet, and custardy. So why have most people never tasted one? Because pawpaws bruise easily and spoil within days of ripening. They're terrible travelers, which makes them hard to ship and nearly impossible to find in supermarkets. You usually have to grow them or know someone who does. Lewis and Clark relied heavily on pawpaws for a time when their provisions ran low. The tree gets stranger. Its maroon flowers smell faintly of decay because pawpaws are pollinated mostly by flies and beetles, not bees. And zebra swallowtail caterpillars feed exclusively on pawpaws and their close relatives. No pawpaws, no zebra swallowtails. You can grow one yourself. Actually, grow two. Most pawpaws need pollen from a genetically different tree to set fruit. Native, beautiful, and wonderfully weird, they hand you a tropical-tasting dessert in the middle of the Appalachian woods. Hard to do better than that.

74% of Ontario emergency doctors say overcrowding is at critical or severe levels. That’s not politics. It’s a warning from the front lines. Ford promised no more hallway medicine in 2018. Our system is already overtaxed only to get worse. Ontario must do better.

Elena Wuest

支度は、長い。 食べるのは、早い。 まぁ、今日も暮れるんだな。 Getting ready takes forever. Eating is the easy part. Well, another day slips away.

I keep trying to think it's not true..

Humans will not fix the earth's climate problem but the climate will fix the earth's human problem soon

Michelle Obama is clearly not a man, but Melania Trump is clearly a hooker who went from the whorehouse to the White House.

enjoy your day.. . .. ..

One sign of a dying empire is having gladiator fights at the Capitol for the emperor's amusement.

The best response I’ve seen to AI anything has been, “why should i bother reading something that nobody could be bothered to write”

The single biggest irrigated crop in America isn't corn, wheat, or soybeans. It's not even avocados or almonds. It's lawn. We grow more grass than any food crop in the country, around 40 million acres of it, and almost none of it feeds a single living thing. Think about how strange that is. We took a grass that isn't even from here, planted it coast to coast, and now we pour water, fertilizer, and pesticide into keeping it short, green, and perfectly useless. To a bee, a butterfly, or a bird hunting caterpillars for its chicks, a manicured lawn is a desert. Nothing to eat, nowhere to nest, mile after mile of it. But here's the good news, maybe the easiest win on this whole account: you don't have to fix the entire desert. You just have to claw back a corner. Pick one strip. The hellstrip by the sidewalk, the run along the fence, that awkward patch you hate mowing anyway. Stop mowing it and plant it with native flowers, a few black-eyed Susans, some bee balm, a couple of coneflowers. That's it. No ripping out the whole yard, no fight with anybody. Just convert one piece. And that piece stops being dead space and starts being habitat: bees, butterflies, and birds showing up to a spot that offered them nothing a year ago. Now picture your neighbor doing the same, and the one after that. That's how a desert turns back into a meadow, one reclaimed corner at a time.

A hundred years ago, the eastern bluebird was one of the most common birds in the country. Then it nearly disappeared. Here's the problem: a bluebird can't build its own home. Neither can a chickadee or a wren. They're cavity nesters with no tools to dig a hole, so they move into ones that already exist: an old woodpecker hole, a rotted knot in a tree, a hollow in a dead limb, a soft spot in a wooden fence post. Then we launched a relentless effort to tidy the world and put everything in its right place. We cut down the dead trees, the "ugly" snags, and hauled them off. We swapped the old wooden fence posts for metal. We cleaned up every hollow stump and dying branch. And just like that, the nesting spots were gone. Worse, two birds we'd imported from Europe, house sparrows and starlings, muscled into the few cavities left and threw the bluebirds out. By the 1970s, bluebird numbers had fallen by nearly 90%. Here's where things began to turn. Ordinary people started nailing wooden boxes to posts. Just boxes, with a hole the right size. And the bluebirds came back, all the way back, one of the greatest comebacks in American conservation, built almost entirely by regular folks in their own yards with a little lumber. So here's where you come in. A nest box isn't a cute decoration. It's a replacement for the dead tree we took down, a hole in the world for a bird that can't make its own. Put one up, with the correct hole size for the bird you want, on a smooth pole a predator can't climb, and you stop being a bystander to that story.

Still sad about being blocked by B. Such an interesting guy.

All y'all hardworking people and parents.. please take a moment and be kind to yourself🙏🤞 What crazy times we are living in..

Why is the richest man in the world begging me to pay 40% off on a Twitter account? GET FUCKED, BRO. 🖕

Serious question for far-right folks: Why is it so hard to believe some people are just naturally nice and want everyone to thrive, no matter their race or colour? Why can’t you accept that plenty of us treat people who look nothing like us with basic kindness every day? Is caring across differences really that impossible?