Here we go!
The battle of the diet:
Here Skittles cracks me up. We have built a morning routine of sharing a muffin ( I assure you I'm eating the largest part) When I pull the paper cup off the bottom of a muffin Skittles drops to an almost prone position with his wings just slightly pulled away from his body ... and he QUIVERS! As I step in close he reaches for the muffin almost falling off the cage. (One of the more distubing parts of this ordeal is watching him "rearrange" his crop as he works on the muffin. It's almost freaky! After the muffin, I clean his water dish, fill it up and give him a chance to drink before I put it back in it's holder.)
Yesterday, on a whim, I stepped up with a ripe banana, for some odd reason, my little tropical chicken, likes bananas. Up until yesterday he ran from them. I totally pealed it, pulled off a piece and started munching on it. Skittles stepped up and started eating off the bigger piece. We had a little more this morning. (Oh, he doesn't think much of raspberries, although he did try one.)
That other person!
My wife is getting worse, I think I may have to get rid of her!
She did try to latch the cage two nights ago, after Skittles had put himself to bed. He charged the gate, tail feathers spread and beak wide open. It scared me and I was watching from the other room, LOL. The more he tries to get her, the less she wants to try to get to know him. (It reminds me of the Redneck joke about the wife who gave her Redneck husband the ultimatum that either she, or the dogs, HAD to go! The Redneck's response, "I'm gonna miss her!)
Dr. Skittles and Mr. Cujo:
Visitors are not usually welcome. However, yesterday, my wife's sister and brother-in-law arrived from Idaho. After an evening of visiting, Skittles DID NOT retreat to his inner sanctum (cage) and he didn't get snotty with me. They will be here until Saturday, let's see how long Dr. Skittles lasts and/or how long it takes for the little demon to come out.
Grooming 101:
While we usually enjoy a good head scratching (both of us) I had yet to actually find a pin feather, until two nights ago. After reading here and watching a few Utube videos, I gently attacked the new found feather with my thumb and fore finger. I was amazed to find the coating from the feather almost disintigrate as I removed it, leaving my two digits feeling as if I had just dipped them in baby powder. (Is that normal or am I nutz?)
Rearranging the furniture:
Several weeks back I had purchased a chain with a bell and several layers of colored wooden blocks. Skittles loves to play with the bell, has DESTROYED the blocks ... and last night I found him playing with something small and metallic. The chan and bell were in the cage foor. Skittles had unscrewed the retaining ring and removed it from the cage.
These are creative and clever little chickens
... aren't they?
Forbey
The battle of the diet:
Here Skittles cracks me up. We have built a morning routine of sharing a muffin ( I assure you I'm eating the largest part) When I pull the paper cup off the bottom of a muffin Skittles drops to an almost prone position with his wings just slightly pulled away from his body ... and he QUIVERS! As I step in close he reaches for the muffin almost falling off the cage. (One of the more distubing parts of this ordeal is watching him "rearrange" his crop as he works on the muffin. It's almost freaky! After the muffin, I clean his water dish, fill it up and give him a chance to drink before I put it back in it's holder.)
Yesterday, on a whim, I stepped up with a ripe banana, for some odd reason, my little tropical chicken, likes bananas. Up until yesterday he ran from them. I totally pealed it, pulled off a piece and started munching on it. Skittles stepped up and started eating off the bigger piece. We had a little more this morning. (Oh, he doesn't think much of raspberries, although he did try one.)
That other person!
My wife is getting worse, I think I may have to get rid of her!
She did try to latch the cage two nights ago, after Skittles had put himself to bed. He charged the gate, tail feathers spread and beak wide open. It scared me and I was watching from the other room, LOL. The more he tries to get her, the less she wants to try to get to know him. (It reminds me of the Redneck joke about the wife who gave her Redneck husband the ultimatum that either she, or the dogs, HAD to go! The Redneck's response, "I'm gonna miss her!)
Dr. Skittles and Mr. Cujo:
Visitors are not usually welcome. However, yesterday, my wife's sister and brother-in-law arrived from Idaho. After an evening of visiting, Skittles DID NOT retreat to his inner sanctum (cage) and he didn't get snotty with me. They will be here until Saturday, let's see how long Dr. Skittles lasts and/or how long it takes for the little demon to come out.
Grooming 101:
While we usually enjoy a good head scratching (both of us) I had yet to actually find a pin feather, until two nights ago. After reading here and watching a few Utube videos, I gently attacked the new found feather with my thumb and fore finger. I was amazed to find the coating from the feather almost disintigrate as I removed it, leaving my two digits feeling as if I had just dipped them in baby powder. (Is that normal or am I nutz?)
Rearranging the furniture:
Several weeks back I had purchased a chain with a bell and several layers of colored wooden blocks. Skittles loves to play with the bell, has DESTROYED the blocks ... and last night I found him playing with something small and metallic. The chan and bell were in the cage foor. Skittles had unscrewed the retaining ring and removed it from the cage.
These are creative and clever little chickens
... aren't they?Forbey
