shanlung (shanlung) wrote,

SA 2010 & current affairs // Cost of mash experiments & sexy cleavage// More Riam hide&seek recalls


SA 2010 & current affairs

It is very hard to be an England fan. Even if England hobbled through to knockout stage, it was by the skin of their teeth. And as reward to them , England will meet Germany next. USA, by the last second, the last minute to midnight, found the back of the Slovenia net and will be through too.

South Africa did not make it, but left the pitch with heads helped high sending France back to France. Italy got kicked out by minnow Slovakia.

North Korea team did very well in holding Brazil to a fighting loss of 2-1. Dear Leader Kim then gave the go ahead for the only live telecast of his team against Portugal who then won 7-0. I feel sorry for North Korean players who likely have to go through a bout of severe self-critism when they return.

We saw also BP CEO Hayward having his life back onboard his yacht 'Bob' while his well continued to spew out oil by the thousands of barrel a mile below the Gulf of Mexico.

A general was sacked for what he told Rolling Stone.

And a year ago, a man-child left us, on the day the music died.
Michael and Neda - Yesterday was the day the music died.


Cost of mash experiments & sexy cleavage

I wrote that I decided to stop that mash experimenting. In which I even deprived myself of Riamfada in morning, and at lunch. Instead of her being with me, I put her back into her room with the mash after weighing the mash to see how much she would eat of it in the first half hour.

Instead of being put back into her room to see how much mash she would eat when fresh, Riamfada joined me in the living room with me having breakfast. Only when I had to leave for office did I returned Riam to her room with her mash. Then when I got back from lunch, Riam was liberated from her room to join us. When I had to go back to the office, Riam was placed back to her room with her mash.

I still record how much mash she ate. I just not bother to write that here. Except that I no longer change to new mash during lunch. And that some days she ate more mash, and some days she ate less as per my earlier records.

It was very remarkable on the first day she joined me when I came back from lunch instead of being immediately locked back into her room for a month previously during that mash experimenting.

She knew the difference immediately. She was in the living room flying about from bar to perch to ring. I was on the sofa having my lunch with my wife sitting beside me. She flew to the ring looking at me. I kept an eye on her, the other eye on the TV and having lunch at same time.

Riamfada took off and flew towards me, to my right shoulder. Instead of landing on me, she hover in the air, turned her body around and flew back to the ring.
A few minutes later, she did that again. Flew to me, hover above my right shoulder as if thinking to land, and then turning around to fly back to her ring.
A few minutes later, she flew to my right shoulder, hover there, flew directly above my head to hover directly above my head, and then flew back to the ring.

I felt so bad. She was almost like asking me why had I locked her in her room during my lunch for that one month earlier. And how happy she was to be with me now.

I felt I had to make up with her, and that perhaps she did not land on my shoulder because I had not invited her to do so. Not as if she needed any invitation before.

I hold up a perch in my right hand and asked her to come. She flew towards me, but not to the hand perch, she veered off to hover on my left shoulder for a second or two. Like a humming bird, she moved backwards and hovered in front of my face. Then she flew and landed on the perch to snuck her beak down to my hand holding the perch to give me a beak rub.

I told myself no more bloody experiments on Riam that would ever shortened her time with me. And not as if we have that much more time together before we have to say that final goodbye.

She treasured her time with me, a lot more than I noticed or had thought about.

She never would hurt me other than that one time she mistook my finger for my wife's finger.

Riamfada kind of make up with my wife. No nips on wife for a long time now.

Riamfada and I have this goodnight ritual.

After we got back from neighbourhood walks, she would fly about in the living room after I took her harness off and going about the foraging points. I would then hold up a glass of juice for her to fly to my hand perch to have a drink. She would then clamber up and down my shoulder and body and have her head rubs. When it got dark, I would tell her 'goodnight' for her to get back to the hand perch to be taken to her room. My wife would greet her 'goodnight' just before her door holding out her hand. Then and only then, Riam would be nice to my wife, give her hand a beakrub before taken to her room. She would be placed on the bar stand and she would go down to the thick dangling sisal rope, to be given a final beakrub by me and a good night and I closed her door.

At first my wife hold her hand clenched, but the last month I asked her to open her hand and fingers as Riamfada never showed signs of nipping her.

So I thought.

A few nights ago, we had dinner with Ceci and family before they leave Oman. Her family never seen Riamfada, so I took Riamfada for that dinner at Turkish Palace near the Markaz Al Bahja.

We came back after dinner. I thought it was late. Immediately after I removed Riamfada harness, I initiated the good night routine. Without her flying about the living room and without the head rubs and snuggle with me. I noticed she did not look pleased. But thought perhaps it was late. My wife stretched her hand out to Riam. With a lightning lunge, she bite my poor wife finger. Riam released immediately at my shout.

I felt bad. Both for my wife and for Riamfada. I knew my mistake there and then. The fault was all mine. But my poor wife got punished for that. I rather Riam bite me instead.

One day, I noticed Riamfada has a nice well defined sexy cleavage. Part of her power to hover effortlessly about me and to fly to the horizon that she demonstrated in her exuberance flight at the desert.

Photos say it better.




More photos in flickr folder 'Riam walk hide&seek 4 '


Riam walk and hide&seek recalls

More photos in flickr folder 'Riam walk hide&seek 4 '

My wife managed a sequential shot of Riamfada in a wide turn and landing on me facing the direction she flew from. I hope in time to get that narrow turn on dime and landing on me.

Taken on telephoto to get the details

More photos in flickr folder 'Riam walk hide&seek 4 '







Hide & seek recall

More photos in flickr folder 'Riam walk hide&seek 4 '





Hide & seek recall

More photos in flickr folder 'Riam walk hide&seek 4 '






Hide & seek recall

More photos in flickr folder 'Riam walk hide&seek 4 '





Crossing the road with Dommie on neighbourhood walks


My wife took the photo below to 'prove' to me Dommie not a traitor.
I pointed out to my wife she obviously not in bed then. And Dommie clearly took me as '2nd best' or last choice to sleep on, and a deliberate insult to me.

But I think I will miss Dommie very much when we have to say goodbye no matter what I say of him now.



Important old letters on harness
Harness for flighted parrots – To Nick and folks

August, 2005.

‘ cargo cult'

'Ramadan & Kitties on beach// Chess -1st Saturday IM Tournament // Tinkerbell Harness for Piper '

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7


If you like the photos here, they are all taken by my wife and uploaded on my behalf by her.

She has her own sets of photos in her Flickr account here



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


For those that through no fault of their own, or otherwise, and had to part painfully and unwillingly from their beastie or birdies, whether in the past, or the present, or in the future, I dedicate the saga of Riamfada that I had wrote , and continue to write to that final handover , to you all.


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