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Tinkerbell Legacy - Living with a flying parrot

The body squeeze / and being a Phillistine

At 915am, the weighing was done.

The MM was at 38.0 gm or .3 less and presumably, taken for breakfast. YS was at 32.1 gm as I assumed he definately had his breakfast. The milli was at 21.9 and the cricket at 30.4. With informing of other sites in different languages of milestones, or in this case, the recordings, I had not had the time to harvest suris last night. (but it was done tonight! I even include gravid suris as I had so many of them)

Then the short recalls were done. He came in military precision to my cues. All pure recalls, shoulder recalls and pure pure shoulder recalls. That guy understood words. But then, it might be I hunched my shoulder slightly too when I wanted shoulder recalls.

Then it was time for intermediate. When halfway to the door, with the sound of his wing beats that indicated he flew and hovering and keeping pace with me, the devil got the better of me. I very perversely walked in ultra slow motion. If you have seen taijichuan exercises, you would have an idea of how I walked. I oozed slowly like walking in molasses thinking YS hovering like mad to slow his pace. When I reached the door, I turned thinking to see him at my face level bewildered. The lack of sound should have told me. He was not there. I looked up to see him on top of the cupboard looking down at me. Like what is this idiot of a shanlung was trying to do. For a birdbrain, he was not an idiot for sure. I hope my idiocy is not contagious rubbing to him. I gave the recall cue and he came, got his click and treat. I threw him back to the fan for a few more recalls.

Then it was the long recall to the kitchen door. He pre-emptively flew to the lamp perch as I was walking to the kitchen door. He read me like a bloody book. I almost wanted to turn back to fool him. But after that fiasco earlier, I dared not do so. He came neatly to my recall cues, took his millis and flew back to the lamp. I could not make up my mind if he was lazy or if he was smart, probably a combination of both.

Then it was time for his backrubs. He flew from the lamp to the fan as if he got my routine down to pat. I think he protested a bit from formality. I felt it was time to up the pace. He already let me do his back rub and neck rubs for a few days. In doing the harness, I need to be more physical then just doing the back rubs. I was doing all that the harness wearing would require later, but in slow degree. I read somewhere frogs do not know temperature changes if done slowly. So if the frogs were happily swimming in an open pot and you put that to a very slow fire the frogs would not know. They would swim happily until the water boil and they keel over and croaked.

Presumably if you tossed frogs into boiling water, they would know immediately and croaked bloody murder at you, before they keeled over.

I got the loop on his neck. He gotten used to back rubs and BS dangling on his back. So this morning, as he got his back rub, I curled my fingers around his body. Then I tightened slightly with is body and wings in my curled fingers and palm. That greedy beastie was still chomping away at his millis with only a slight wiggle. I closed my hand imprisoning him. For a second or so, he did not move. Then he struggle. I was rather pleased he turned his head to give me a bite in annoyance. I opened my hand rather fearful that I spooked him and he would fly off and be paranoid of me and all the training down the drain.

He moved out of my slightly opened hand, jumped on top of my finger and chair chair chair at me. I moved my fingers and he jumped to another finger playing king of the hill at me with slight singing.

Heck !

I was more frightened of the operation than he was !

I let him have his HIMB without molestation from me. Then I curled my hand around him another time, giving him a slight squeeze with him still in HIMB position. After doing that a couple more times, I thought I called my wife Joy to take some photos. Those shots were difficult. Either my hand covered him completely or something. And my wife need to get on to her office. So folks, no photos of that yet.

As reward, he got a few crickets after that.

I then went to the PC room and was eventually joined by him. Now and then he got his recall exercises and back rubs , and a body squeeze. I wondered if I could get him to sleep on his back on my hand the same way as Tinkerbell. But that would be for later.

He was left alone. He flew around a bit, from the fan, to the cupboard to play with his beady toys. Then he flew to the bedroom, and back again to the PC room.

Something triggered him. He went into full territorial display and singing. That was so near me and so bloody loud, I stopped my exchanges on the Internet and turned to watch him. I had no choice but to listen to him. I knew from the past he would not do recalls when in territorial singing. But I was feeling perverse. I called him and waved the milli box to be ignored. He took the territorial singing very religiously.

I walked up to him and stuck the milli box under his beak. He froze like a statue and stared straight ahead. I jiggled the box with wriggly millis inches under his head for him to turn and stared at me.

He made me felt like a bloody Phillistine for invading his territorial display and ritual singing. I sat back on my chair and felt like a bloody fool for being intimidated by that little bird. He got such an attitude.

But he felt offended by me and stopped that territorial singing. I honestly loved his singing, but not when done 5 feet from me in territorial mode. He went back to his pleasant experimentals. Now, that I did not mind even when near me.

Eventually at 2 pm, he was weighed to be 33.4 gm. The milli was down to 19.8 gm and the cricket was empty at 27.7 gm. The MM was at 38.1 that I topped up to 39.0 gm.

It was time for him to be in flight area and Ivan liberated and I go for lunch.

When I got back, more crickets were harvested to but it to 30.1 gm.

At 545pm, YS was at 33.5 gm. He then had 3 crickets to put him to 35.4 and the cricket box down to 28.2 gm.

He was let out for a while to fly about before we all went into the flight area. I read a book to his experimental singing away. The MM was at 38.8 gm


Note: Normal weight range of shama is 28 - 32 grams
from the information below .



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


or to WWF or other conservation bodies of your choice

MM - mixed mash , from YSM 60%, Claus (food for insectivore birds)
20% and Sinlin 20% (local commercial food for shama)

YSM - Read "making of Yingshiong mash"

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""

Yingshiong songs are in

She made more toys and took photos of those new toys for YS and the way YS was playing with them.

You can see that in folders

Yingshiong beady toys


The descriptions and captions of those photos will be lost if you use the slideshow, so it may be better if you see those photos one at a time.

If you liked the photos of Tinkerbell and Taiwan, most of those photos were taken by Joy with my camera.

For even more photos ot Tinkerbell and Taiwan, you should check out Joy's other folders in


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