If you think you having an attack of deja vu, you are not.
I am reposting what I had written earlier in http://shanlung.livejournal.com/140
Except this time with the photos I managed to get from my wife camera. You know after my usual struggle with Procrastinatia, the God of Procrastination.
If you have read the earlier entry on my friend Phillip, you would have seen that was written on 2nd Oct and in Singapore.
By then I was back in Singapore for about a week. An event I looked forward to for the last couple of months when I was in Qatar. I was reporting to a guy 10 years my junior, 20 years my junior in terms of knowledge of work and paranoid I take over.
I ceased wanting to fight as my view of life is different. So it was on about 21 September I flew off from Qatar with my wife. I need not have to shudder each time I saw him do his nonsensical stuff done to his greatest satisfaction, or do the crap he asked for to his satisfaction.
My wife was there to visit me. I told her it was better to come in November when it was cooler. Luckily she did not take my advice and came to see me in late August.
She was not with me all the time in Qatar. Strangely, if you fly to Qatar, and continued on to Oman, the flight was cheaper. My wife did that, stayed a few days with me, and then on to Muscat for a week and then back to Qatar again.
My wife was hosted in Muscat by the Jabry family, the family who took in Riamfada. Riamfada was doing very well being loved to bits by the family. I gotten over the heartache enough to see the photos my wife took of Riamfada as she played about in the house. Riamfada was vocalising a lot more with them. While she got on with all in the family, Riamfada was specially attached to Mr Jabry. They got a huge huge cage for Riamfada, a cage able to keep a couple of B&G macaws very easily. They feed Riam on seeds and veges and fruits. They tried to cook the mash but it seemed Riamfada turned up her nose at it. As you have seen, the Jabries came over to my house when I was in Muscat to see how the mash was done by me.
Perhaps it was just that I got a knack for cooking mash for birdies and kitties, and terribly lousy at cooking for myself.
Huge cage. Bulk of cage nearer you but hidden from view. I could not locate those photos that showed the total size of cage.
My wife also got to see Dommie the cat who walked with me into the ocean and up the hills of Oman. Dommie was adopted and cared for with love by my wife former driving instructor.
Last Footfall in Nepal// Sharon & kitty advice // Riamfada over weekend 18-19 March
9-11//Dommie final visit to ocean Ramadan 2010 & unsheduled Riamfada free flight//The Day Approaches
I have tried looking for the falcon souk in Doha for a couple of months earlier. Google searching got you nowhere. I walked about there and asked and asked around. Finally I got to the falcon souk with many shops selling falcons with my wife.
That was a very depressing visit. The falcon souk occupied a big area with many shops. With remarks this came from Mongolia, that came from Pakistan, etc etc etc. Which meant those were wild caughts with a few from UK (that I presumed were bred there). There had to be easily a thousand raptors. As those were valuable birds, the shops took great care in looking after them. It was the number of falcons that depressed me very much.
A week after I left Singapore in late May, my wife called to tell me Sieben ran out of the apartment when the front door was left opened. You seen Sieben came to me when I called him. But it was not the case for my wife. Sieben ran down the stairs from our 5th floor apartment and down to the ground. Every time my wife approached him, Sieben ran further away.
I heard that with grieving heart. I do like Sieben even if he turned traitor lavishing his affection to my wife. I could not call friends to help hunt for a cat that did not want to be caught. And those with Abyssinian cats will know just how fast and athletic they can be. My friends never kept cats in the first place.
I periodically asked my wife on Sieben until a couple of months after Sieben running away as she said she did not see Sieben in the neighbourhood anymore. I thought that was the end of Sieben and hoped he would be taken in by a family.
Then when she visited me in Doha, my wife told me she saw Sieben again. But Sieben was very wild and would run away whenever she walked to him.
A few days after we got back in Singapore, I decided to search for Sieben even though I felt it was futile. To my great surprise, I saw him the first night I searched for him. I had little pieces of dried fish and kitty kibbles. Sieben was very wary and refused to come to me. I threw those titbits to him to see he was hungry and eating them. I called my wife to come down from the apartment with the cat carrier and my spool of Dyneema line. I opened the door, tied the Dyneema line to the door, threw dried fish into the carrier and waited for Sieben to get into the carrier. After a while, he did that and I pulled on the line to shut the door.
Sieben was going really wild, but he was in the carrier. I carried him back to the apartment and thought hopefully in a week, he would be ok again with me.
I was surprised in just a couple of minutes, Sieben was back to his former self and purring and rubbing his head on my leg. Ivan accepted him spitting and hissing with anger threatening to tear out guts and flesh and blood. But in the morning, they were both licking each other.
The photos below were taken with a handphone on the evening of that capture of Sieben.
Sieben was lucky to have folks that fed him and taken care of him. Sieben was feral enough to evade capture by others who probably would send him to a pen to put down.
I called Sieben but clearly felt he was just too feral at that stage to come to me the way he did. So I had to trap him with whatever I got.
That guy seen with me fixing up the cat carrier with spool of Dyneema was a janitor looking after Sieben with other folks during those 3-4 months. I gave him SIN$ 70/- as token of thanks.
I think I worked hard long enough and had been wanting to have a different pace of life. A life in country and place that I will like and want to be with my wife. Hopefully in a place of much lower cost of living than Singapore. When I can have a place with some land so I can keep my beasties and birdies.
I do have some money, not as much as I would like, but I think enough to see me and wife through for a long long time.
I knew Phillip was already doing that and I had wanted to see him and talked to him to get a feel of how it would be like to retire the way he did. In the last report, I was at his place and was stunned to see what a nice environment that was and how far off the beaten path that he managed to search and find.
I am happy enough that after 30++ years, that I got to see him before he went. I should have realised that he was on his last hurrah. I could not and did not recognise it then. I thought we would have a much longer time to talk of the nuts and bolts of finding a nook of paradise in a place that you like. I hardly expect to find the hours we spoke in the ICU were the last hours I would get to talk with him.
With him as my role model, that will be the direction I be seeking next.
I do not wish to 'retire' in a place and find a few months later that was the wrong choice.
So I will be staying over in such place for a month to 6 weeks to see if that could be the place for me.
I am not looking for cities, but for little town preferably near forest and mountains.
I think I like rural areas.
I probably will start with Taiping in Perak, Malaysia. Partly because my wife have relatives there and that might be more acceptable to her.
And so it was when the British Embassy released Phillip to his friends.
It was interesting enough the day before he passed on, a group of Buddhists were making the rounds of the hospital and got to know Phillip.
And articulated so well by Cynthia below.
"Isn't this globalisation? An Englishman living in Batu Pahat, has his wake at a Chinese funeral parlour with an international cast of kawan kawan (malay word and local term for friends)."
That last weekend was a long weekend. We were worried of potential traffic jam at the immigration between Singapore and Malaysia. So it was decided we should try to be at the immigration by 530am.
That meant I would sleep over at Cyrus house. Which was why I was over there the evening before, and took some photos of Jackie. With my plans to check out different parts of the world to find a suitable place to settle/retire in, I was not taking back Jackie. I probably will not be taking in any birdies/beasties until I know I will be staying put.
I wrote before that other birds do come into the garden especially Jackie was around. That included hornbills. I had seen vague out of focus photos taken by Cyrus. Just a few minutes before I was there, an entire family of hornbills came, 2 adults with 3 smaller birdies.
Jackie seemed to have gone feral on me. I knew I could get him back but since I was not going to live with him, I thought I would not try to do that.
Old photo of Jackie showing the wall next to his cage
3 hornbills, the 3rd kind of hidden behind the wall
I was amazed at the family of hornbills. I thought they needed deep jungle to live in. Yet they were doing rather well in the garden of Cyrus.
On 4th Nov 2012
I have kicked Old Nic for Nine incredible months, one wonderful week, 13 bloody hours, 6 misc minutes and 31 odd seconds. of cold turkey after about 45++ years of smoking. 14358 cigarettes not smoked, saving $7,538.39. Life saved: 7 weeks, 20 hours, 30 minutes.
LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.
Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
if you forgotten about clicker training
Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.
FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)
To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust
I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice