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Tinkerbell Legacy - Living with a flying parrot

Eleven hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month
shanlung
Eleven hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month.

Here I am at my keyboard, with a poppy clipped to my shirt just before that moment of remembrance. Which started after the greatest carnage that we called 'The Great War' of modern history. It is impossible for us now who sorrowed at deaths of 20 or 30 lives at a time in current warfareto think in those days of Somme and Ypres, that tens of thousands of young lives be snuffed out in one single morning. And those mornings repeated everyday for months at a time.

They live on forever remaining young.

This remembrance will also be for all who died in conflicts since then whether they hold arms in their hands or not.

That mankind may learn from those mistakes and lives not be further lost to the grief of mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters and their friends.

In my last entry, rheadabovewater confessed she thought poor Riamfada was walking through a pile of his poop until I clarified what I wrote earlier after been nagged by my wife. I wonder if thats a 'woman' thing, to be so meticulous about words. I read somewhere jokes made by males are often not found funny by females. Jokes by females normally evolve around words and choice of words, which got males scratching their heads.

I am glad I got that corrected and you all know in future that its likely to be a typing error on my part.

Last night dinner was a very long dinner. My wife was with Marie-Angel the whoe day. So she came with her and Paul. They came late to Golden Oryx restaurant because of the traffic jam, and Paul unfounded trust on my wife GPS Marianne. Marianne did not know roads were added, and roads were chopped in the 6 years since that electronic map was last updated.

I was asked to chose the dishes. So duck with plum sauce, shredded lamb with ginger and spring onions, fish in sweet and sour sauce, toufu with veges with dimsum and springrolls for starters.

Me and my wife would have stayed on later, but we did have our Riamfada to think about. Not withstanding the lights in his room was switched on by me after I came back from work, it would not do to keep him up too late.

On the drive back, my wife kept asking me about my breakfast. I wondered why she seemed so amused about my breakfast. Then I thought back and was not sure what I have had for breakfast. She then laughed and said I forgot all about my own breakfast.

Then I recalled yes, that was true. I took care of Riamfada's breakfast, and the kitties breakfast. Then after coffee, I introduced Riam to touch target.

I was so deep, and so engrossed into touch target that I forgot the time. Then I came out to have rest of coffee and talked to my wife about touch target and I noticed the time and had to dress up to go to the office.

I was rightfully miffed. I told my wife she should have taken better care of me. That she should have stuck that sandwich under my nose if I had not noticed it in the first place. Instead of giggling inside her that I forgot all about that in the first place.

She then mollified me by telling me of her purchases that day in the 600 paiso (One dollar store) store, where all items were marked at 600 paiso. Almost all were for Riamfada. She found a ball of hemp twine that she knew I looked very hard for. A ball of cotton twine, wooden cloth pegs and stuff like that.

It was very late when we got back. Thoughts of not taking Riam out of his room crossed my mind briefly. Then I thought how lonely he was, but partly due to my cowardice on what he might do to me the next day, I took him out.

He step up on the stick perch and was brought out to the living room. I felt guilty when he refused all cues and just wanted cuddles and his head rubs. It was only after that that he did step ups and recalls. He seemed to be wanting less and less of my wife. But I felt my wife approach to him was not that right either. I was shocked to see that Riam, backed to the end of the bar, suddenly lunged at my wife offered finger trying to give him beak rub. Just a gentle nip despite that sudden lunge.


I would have to think of ways to reconcile them to each other. It might be easier to guide Riam than to teach my wife.

But this will be a problem that I do intend to fix and not allow to let it grow worse.


I had more exercises with Riam, but no target touching. Then he was returned to his room to sleep.

Then this morning, touch target resumed in addition to those other exercises. And I made sure I got my ham/pate sandwich after that.









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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

http://www.durrellwildlife.org/

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When push comes to shove
shanlung
This is an old posting I made that I decided to archive into my livejournal here as well. Perhaps the chance reading of this might prevent a future hurting and pain.

From this thread

http://www.greyforums.net/forums/african-grey/96292-max-has-gone.html#99442


A guy left his door opened at night and his grey flew out of the door. He said that never happened before. This need not have happened.

So I wrote

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Always secure and protect the perimeter of the flight space where your CAG lives.

Door, especially those at perimeter (my back door to patio) opening to outside, that do not automatically close had been rigged by me to close themselves by jury rigged system of pulleys, Dyneema fishing line and heavy bottle of water as counter weight. Very ugly looking, but effective. Pity I did not take photos of those before , the ugliness of it was that embarrasing.

Door at perimeter should have hanging curtain of heavy beads. It was not necessary for me at front door because door opened to lift lobby which was a sealed area.

More perimeter protection explained in detail in Tinkerbell Legacy. Something you know about but not read, or read and discarded.

Practise recall exercises with your parrot. When push comes to shove, that may not work. In fear and in totally strange environment, spook factor may predominate. When push comes to shove, that may not work. So do not rely on it. But it is so much better if your parrot recognised recalls and done it with you. Your heart/mind will become more confident instead of fearful that add to bad vibes spooking your parrot even more and making recovery more difficult.

It is so much difficult for parrot to fly down than to fly up. You should train a parrot to fly down from heights.

Read this old writing on the best angle to get an up parrot to fly down
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/w6gyrodrop.html

Be paranoid and remain safe.

Editted and added.

Skuffy, I know the pain you are under. Thank you for your courage in letting people know and that may help others to avoid this.

Post edited by: shanlung, at: 2008/09/29 07:23



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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

http://www.durrellwildlife.org/

or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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