Betrisher
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- Jun 3, 2013
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- Parrots
- Dominic: Galah(RIP: 1981-2018); The Lovies: Four Blue Masked Lovebirds; Barney and Madge (The Beaks): Alexandrines; Miss Rosetta Stone: Little Corella
As many of you know, we have a cunning system whereby the Beaks live in an outdoor cage which is connected to my kitchen by a porthole in the wall. When the Beaks come in, all I need to do is pull a string and lift the guillotine gate from the cage, then take the lid off the coffee tin that forms the tunnel and - BOOM - Beaks in the kitchen! This has been working admirably for months now. Until today, that is.
So, the Beaks and I had our usual happy time playing and bathing and spending time together. Barney almost got the last remaining button off my shirt, but I managed to hang on to it despite his insistence. Madge made a point of dive-bombing Dominic, who was hanging out on the fridge. He just raised his hat at her and made as if to rip her tail out. It was enough.
It became time for the Beakies to go home, so I put the usual peanut in the tunnel and sent Barney through to the cage. Madge was a bit coy about going home, so I did a few chores and then tried again with a fresh peanut. No problem. Bye Madgie. All that remained for me to do was to go outside and lock the guillotine gate in place. Since our Lovebirds were stolen, all the birds are locked in with multiple padlocks.
OK. Next thing, I find the string that operates the guillotine gate is knotted too tightly around its cleat. I'm struggling to untangle it, so I don't notice Mr Barney fiddling with the gate. I happen to look to my right and there's Barney with one foot poised on the cage and the other on the tunnel: he wanted to go back into the kitchen, opened the gate somehow with his beak, entered the coffee tin (whose lid was on at the kitchen end, so no admittance) and thus was completely out of doors!!! That is, he was not indoors. He was loose, free and completely without restraint. O.M.G.
!!!
My entire life passed before my eyes. My first thought was, 'it will only take a sudden noise to send him flying' so my second was 'gotta get him back inside the gate back inside the gate back inside the gate'. Trying to think quickly as Barney turned toward me and visibly realised he was entirely out of doors, I simply reached up and put my hand on his back. I placed my other hand beneath him and cradled him in my grasp.
Some of you might also remember that on the day Barney and Madge came home with me, I had to manhandle Barney out of his carrying cage. I was bitten rather dreadfully on that occasion because the Beaks hate being handled to any degree whatsoever. Part of my calculation during this desperate moment was that I knew I was going to be bitten rather dreadfully again. I had visions of ER visits and lots of stitches through many layers of skin and muscle. Still, I didn't have time to care about myself or my fingers, I just got hold of Barney between my hands. He squawked irritably to let me know he was cross, but my dear little green bird never even beaked me! He didn't struggle and he didn't move his wings: he simply let me put him straight back into his cage. So, as I type, the precious little boy is sleeping peacefully beside his Madgie, safe and sound and locked in his cage with multiple padlocks.
I am just getting over being a nervous wreck.
So, the Beaks and I had our usual happy time playing and bathing and spending time together. Barney almost got the last remaining button off my shirt, but I managed to hang on to it despite his insistence. Madge made a point of dive-bombing Dominic, who was hanging out on the fridge. He just raised his hat at her and made as if to rip her tail out. It was enough.
It became time for the Beakies to go home, so I put the usual peanut in the tunnel and sent Barney through to the cage. Madge was a bit coy about going home, so I did a few chores and then tried again with a fresh peanut. No problem. Bye Madgie. All that remained for me to do was to go outside and lock the guillotine gate in place. Since our Lovebirds were stolen, all the birds are locked in with multiple padlocks.
OK. Next thing, I find the string that operates the guillotine gate is knotted too tightly around its cleat. I'm struggling to untangle it, so I don't notice Mr Barney fiddling with the gate. I happen to look to my right and there's Barney with one foot poised on the cage and the other on the tunnel: he wanted to go back into the kitchen, opened the gate somehow with his beak, entered the coffee tin (whose lid was on at the kitchen end, so no admittance) and thus was completely out of doors!!! That is, he was not indoors. He was loose, free and completely without restraint. O.M.G.
!!!
My entire life passed before my eyes. My first thought was, 'it will only take a sudden noise to send him flying' so my second was 'gotta get him back inside the gate back inside the gate back inside the gate'. Trying to think quickly as Barney turned toward me and visibly realised he was entirely out of doors, I simply reached up and put my hand on his back. I placed my other hand beneath him and cradled him in my grasp.
Some of you might also remember that on the day Barney and Madge came home with me, I had to manhandle Barney out of his carrying cage. I was bitten rather dreadfully on that occasion because the Beaks hate being handled to any degree whatsoever. Part of my calculation during this desperate moment was that I knew I was going to be bitten rather dreadfully again. I had visions of ER visits and lots of stitches through many layers of skin and muscle. Still, I didn't have time to care about myself or my fingers, I just got hold of Barney between my hands. He squawked irritably to let me know he was cross, but my dear little green bird never even beaked me! He didn't struggle and he didn't move his wings: he simply let me put him straight back into his cage. So, as I type, the precious little boy is sleeping peacefully beside his Madgie, safe and sound and locked in his cage with multiple padlocks.
I am just getting over being a nervous wreck.