Little Birdie Instincts
Posted 07-29-2009 at 12:23 AM by suzhouchen
[FONT="Comic Sans MS"]My birds love going outside which is to be expected so I try to oblige whenever I can. Weeble likes to forage, true to his "native tongue " lol ( no pun intended). So he plays in the grass while I lounge on cat watch.
Christian my little Green Cheeks like to climb around on my rose bush that climbs the porch railing. There is one dead branch on that bush and I leave it in just for that reason.
Recently Christian and I were enjoying some afternoon time on the porch while Weeble was inside. I was in my cushy patio chair and Christian on his rose branch. Soon he was climbing around and up the metal rail on the porch he went.
I was watching him play as he was having a grand ole time, chattering and talking as he played. All of sudden, he let out a screech to high heaven....he's NEVER done anything like that before. I looked up and thought for a moment that his tail feathers had gotten lodged in the scallops on the railing. As I leaned forward to see what the matter was, he took off flying like a hummingbird straight toward me. This was a major surprise and I reached my hand out and caught him mid flight. I put him on my shoulder and asked (as though he can carry on a converstion but you know how we do) what was wrong. He began running around on my chest like a mad bird. :weirded: I had no idea what his problem was.
Finally I looked up to see what he was afraid of and overhead above my street I saw two large vultures:upset: circling as they moved up the street. An unusual sight to see as I live in town. Evidently when Christian first spotted them they were still over the porch where I could not yet see them.
I grabbed my little guy and stuffed him in my shirt so he would feel safe and went in the house. There in the safety of the front room I took him out and talked to him and he calmed down. I put him on top of his cage and he seemed none the worse for wear although he was panting.
When your wings are clipped and you have to fly like you have never flown before, I guess you can wear yourself out. I got him a little water and soon he was fine.
He never had a mommy to tell him about vultures and hawks and big bad birds that could eat him for lunch. All he has ever had is a human mommy and daddy. Yet his little birdie instincts took over and he knew what to do ...RUN TO MOMMY.:14:
Bless his little birdie heart!:wub:[/FONT]
Christian my little Green Cheeks like to climb around on my rose bush that climbs the porch railing. There is one dead branch on that bush and I leave it in just for that reason.
Recently Christian and I were enjoying some afternoon time on the porch while Weeble was inside. I was in my cushy patio chair and Christian on his rose branch. Soon he was climbing around and up the metal rail on the porch he went.
I was watching him play as he was having a grand ole time, chattering and talking as he played. All of sudden, he let out a screech to high heaven....he's NEVER done anything like that before. I looked up and thought for a moment that his tail feathers had gotten lodged in the scallops on the railing. As I leaned forward to see what the matter was, he took off flying like a hummingbird straight toward me. This was a major surprise and I reached my hand out and caught him mid flight. I put him on my shoulder and asked (as though he can carry on a converstion but you know how we do) what was wrong. He began running around on my chest like a mad bird. :weirded: I had no idea what his problem was.
Finally I looked up to see what he was afraid of and overhead above my street I saw two large vultures:upset: circling as they moved up the street. An unusual sight to see as I live in town. Evidently when Christian first spotted them they were still over the porch where I could not yet see them.
I grabbed my little guy and stuffed him in my shirt so he would feel safe and went in the house. There in the safety of the front room I took him out and talked to him and he calmed down. I put him on top of his cage and he seemed none the worse for wear although he was panting.
When your wings are clipped and you have to fly like you have never flown before, I guess you can wear yourself out. I got him a little water and soon he was fine.
He never had a mommy to tell him about vultures and hawks and big bad birds that could eat him for lunch. All he has ever had is a human mommy and daddy. Yet his little birdie instincts took over and he knew what to do ...RUN TO MOMMY.:14:
Bless his little birdie heart!:wub:[/FONT]
