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Charlotte, the birds are gorgeous! I am impressed by their plumage and carriage. How do you care for such treasures? Very carefully, I presume. Do they have a special diet?
Charlotte, the birds are gorgeous! I am impressed by their plumage and carriage. How do you care for such treasures? Very carefully, I presume. Do they have a special diet?
My birds are a daily commitment but a small price for living with a bunch of clowns who keep me laughing at their antics and remarks which are often so appropriate as to be uncanny.
Ann, they eat most anything that a human eats - plus seeds and peanuts for treats. They usually get three or four small servings of the following every day - fresh carrots, grapes, cherries, orange or tangerine, corn, green beans, squash, apples, bananas, pasta , scrambled eggs (little cannibals, LOL). Like children they have their favorites - Merlin, the Congo Grey who calls himself Birdboy is partial to cantaloupe and Mikasa, the Timmeh Grey whom I gave to Daddy and then reclaimed when Daddy died loves oranges and orange juice. He will remind me with "want some orange juice" if I forget.
I, too, have cats and they are very respectful of large birds that speak in human voices - but I am generally very careful to keep the cats away when the birds are out of their cages. Last week, Mikasa picked his lock and escaped - I found him in the kitchen sitting in front of the warmer with cats circled around him. I am sure if he had shown fear they would have jumped him but he was a wise birdie amd sat calmly and then took my arm without hesitation when graceful retreat was offered. Not something he is noted for as he is a very strong willed bird, but I think he knew the potential of the situation.
Keith, the Macaw is named Beakman and calls himself Beakie Lu. He was hand raised and is an excellent talker with a fairly large vocabulary which is not so common among the Macaws - I have no favorites but he is a very special bird in many ways.
Charlotte, with a Maine coon cat in our house who absolutely loves birds, I can appreciate that story about Mikasa. Sounds like a very wise bird indeed. And Beakie Lu - you've just got to love that name!
I think Lucy must have lost her power, even to post through her laptop. Hope their electricity is soon restored.
Charlotte - Your birds are magnificent, and I love the cat story. You should write a book - something on the line of a cartoon/comic strip, with conversations between birds and cats. You just have to know they talk to each other.
Actually, that is something that I have been urged to do by others and I have written a small book already that has been waiting three years for my illustrator (my busy, busy husband) all about William's stroke when he was twelve as seen through the eyes of his friend Rabbit.
And you are correct, the cats and the birds do talk - I can understand the birds as they speak human even when they are not using words, but the cats only speak cat - the birds sometimes mimic their remarks - some of which I am sure would not get past a censor if we knew what was being said. Cats are NOT respectful. Perhaps that is why I like them so well.
Charlotte, I hope you can get your book published. Based on your literary skills here, I am sure it would be a success. When my cats sit in the window and spot a bird, they have a certain sound that each makes. I know they are zoomed in on a bird. Ana, the 16 year old cat, used to sit under a neighbor's bird feeder until she put Tobasco sauce on the ground under the feeder. That broke up that sitting and salivating spot. I am glad to know what the birds eat because, never having had birds, I had no idea. Animals, as you say, are like humans; they have their favorites. My grandsons Henry and Graham are vegetarians. The doctors and the parents are not at all pleased about this, but these little dudes could care less. They eat what they want and spit out the things that they find objectionable. Lucy, I see Cardinals here fairly regularly in addition to the crows.
Ann, actually William's book is for him, that is if it is ever completed - I am not sure there is a large market for a little book describing in "rabbit speak" the ordeal that he went through. But I thought it would be something nice for him to have someday to remind him of a time that is probably not all that clear in his mind but which I am sure was a life changing experience all the same. I know that it had a profound effect on my view of life in general.
Both of my grandsons are vegetarians as are their parents. The boys have been since birth. I try not to eat meat simply because the idea is distasteful to me but so many things taste so good despite my natural revulsion that I am not apt to become a total vegetarian in this life.
The birds by the way will eat chicken if I offer it which I don't as a rule but I think that proves that nature intends us to eat meat even if we are not completely happy about the source.
My bird feeders are on one of those shepherd hook contraptions right outside the window where I sit at my computer. My neighborhood is well-blessed with cats, - I call them "volunteers". One morning I heard a terrible commotion; a very large orange cat had evidently quietly slipped up to the feeder and made an astounding leap. Of course, the cat couldn't get a hold on the pole, and the birds scattered, fussing mightily, - I can only imagine what they were saying. The cat landed on his back, but managed to get up and march off in a huff, birds still flying around and fussing.
I admire vegeterians, but I'm afraid I'm too lazy to maintain such a diet. I know it is work and requires planning.
Lucy, my two young vegetarians tend to eat a lot of cheese, peanut butter and bagel bites - although William is starting to branch out into more sophisticated foods.
Lisa is a good cook and can make wonderful homemade soups and all sorts of exotic vegetarian dishes - but the boys still like cheese quesadillas best.
For myself if you can't nuke it in the microwave - it is not likely to be served here except on very special occasions - most of which are still waiting to be identified.
It has always been remarkable to me how cats can make the biggest fools of themselves and still manage to stalk off in a dignified manner.
We used to have a lot of strays here but an outbreak of feline leukemia has knocked our numbers back - not, however, before Mamacita made herself at home in my garden and enriched my life with her sweet self and six young ones - I am a bonafide cat lady which is not something that I admit to just anyone.
Our cat Millie (a Maine coon) gets no end of enjoyment watching the feeder birds on our deck. She mostly watches through the sliding glass door. Last week a mourning dove suddenly landed just outside that door and Millie got so excited she lunged for it in true tiger fashion, only to bonk her head. She shook her head and walked slowly away with great aplomb. A further example of cat dignity, Lucy, Charlotte.
Although most of my meals are vegetarian, I do love chicken and fish. And an occasional BBQ. Two weeks ago my doctor put me on a non-gluten diet, which means I've been navigating around bread, flour, wheat/barley/rye products, etc. Hooray for corn chips!
Charlotte, I believe your birds show character when they accept some chicken showing that they are indeed open minded. I am sure that the cats appreciate that. I would love to see the cats when they are watching the birds talk. That must be priceless.
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Charlotte, the birds are gorgeous! I am impressed by their plumage and carriage. How do you care for such treasures? Very carefully, I presume. Do they have a special diet?
Ann P.
Charlotte, the birds are gorgeous! I am impressed by their plumage and carriage. How do you care for such treasures? Very carefully, I presume. Do they have a special diet?
Ann P.
Charlotte your birds are spectacular! I especially like the green Severe Macaw. They must bring a lot of enjoyment to you. Thanks for sharing.
My birds are a daily commitment but a small price for living with a bunch of clowns who keep me laughing at their antics and remarks which are often so appropriate as to be uncanny.
Ann, they eat most anything that a human eats - plus seeds and peanuts for treats. They usually get three or four small servings of the following every day - fresh carrots, grapes, cherries, orange or tangerine, corn, green beans, squash, apples, bananas, pasta , scrambled eggs (little cannibals, LOL). Like children they have their favorites - Merlin, the Congo Grey who calls himself Birdboy is partial to cantaloupe and Mikasa, the Timmeh Grey whom I gave to Daddy and then reclaimed when Daddy died loves oranges and orange juice. He will remind me with "want some orange juice" if I forget.
I, too, have cats and they are very respectful of large birds that speak in human voices - but I am generally very careful to keep the cats away when the birds are out of their cages. Last week, Mikasa picked his lock and escaped - I found him in the kitchen sitting in front of the warmer with cats circled around him. I am sure if he had shown fear they would have jumped him but he was a wise birdie amd sat calmly and then took my arm without hesitation when graceful retreat was offered. Not something he is noted for as he is a very strong willed bird, but I think he knew the potential of the situation.
Keith, the Macaw is named Beakman and calls himself Beakie Lu. He was hand raised and is an excellent talker with a fairly large vocabulary which is not so common among the Macaws - I have no favorites but he is a very special bird in many ways.
Charlotte, with a Maine coon cat in our house who absolutely loves birds, I can appreciate that story about Mikasa. Sounds like a very wise bird indeed. And Beakie Lu - you've just got to love that name!
I think Lucy must have lost her power, even to post through her laptop. Hope their electricity is soon restored.
Charlotte - Your birds are magnificent, and I love the cat story. You should write a book - something on the line of a cartoon/comic strip, with conversations between birds and cats. You just have to know they talk to each other.
Actually, that is something that I have been urged to do by others and I have written a small book already that has been waiting three years for my illustrator (my busy, busy husband) all about William's stroke when he was twelve as seen through the eyes of his friend Rabbit.
And you are correct, the cats and the birds do talk - I can understand the birds as they speak human even when they are not using words, but the cats only speak cat - the birds sometimes mimic their remarks - some of which I am sure would not get past a censor if we knew what was being said. Cats are NOT respectful. Perhaps that is why I like them so well.
Charlotte, I hope you can get your book published. Based on your literary skills here, I am sure it would be a success. When my cats sit in the window and spot a bird, they have a certain sound that each makes. I know they are zoomed in on a bird. Ana, the 16 year old cat, used to sit under a neighbor's bird feeder until she put Tobasco sauce on the ground under the feeder. That broke up that sitting and salivating spot. I am glad to know what the birds eat because, never having had birds, I had no idea. Animals, as you say, are like humans; they have their favorites. My grandsons Henry and Graham are vegetarians. The doctors and the parents are not at all pleased about this, but these little dudes could care less. They eat what they want and spit out the things that they find objectionable. Lucy, I see Cardinals here fairly regularly in addition to the crows.
Ann, actually William's book is for him, that is if it is ever completed - I am not sure there is a large market for a little book describing in "rabbit speak" the ordeal that he went through. But I thought it would be something nice for him to have someday to remind him of a time that is probably not all that clear in his mind but which I am sure was a life changing experience all the same. I know that it had a profound effect on my view of life in general.
Both of my grandsons are vegetarians as are their parents. The boys have been since birth. I try not to eat meat simply because the idea is distasteful to me but so many things taste so good despite my natural revulsion that I am not apt to become a total vegetarian in this life.
The birds by the way will eat chicken if I offer it which I don't as a rule but I think that proves that nature intends us to eat meat even if we are not completely happy about the source.
My bird feeders are on one of those shepherd hook contraptions right outside the window where I sit at my computer. My neighborhood is well-blessed with cats, - I call them "volunteers". One morning I heard a terrible commotion; a very large orange cat had evidently quietly slipped up to the feeder and made an astounding leap. Of course, the cat couldn't get a hold on the pole, and the birds scattered, fussing mightily, - I can only imagine what they were saying. The cat landed on his back, but managed to get up and march off in a huff, birds still flying around and fussing.
I admire vegeterians, but I'm afraid I'm too lazy to maintain such a diet. I know it is work and requires planning.
Lucy, my two young vegetarians tend to eat a lot of cheese, peanut butter and bagel bites - although William is starting to branch out into more sophisticated foods.
Lisa is a good cook and can make wonderful homemade soups and all sorts of exotic vegetarian dishes - but the boys still like cheese quesadillas best.
For myself if you can't nuke it in the microwave - it is not likely to be served here except on very special occasions - most of which are still waiting to be identified.
It has always been remarkable to me how cats can make the biggest fools of themselves and still manage to stalk off in a dignified manner.
We used to have a lot of strays here but an outbreak of feline leukemia has knocked our numbers back - not, however, before Mamacita made herself at home in my garden and enriched my life with her sweet self and six young ones - I am a bonafide cat lady which is not something that I admit to just anyone.
Our cat Millie (a Maine coon) gets no end of enjoyment watching the feeder birds on our deck. She mostly watches through the sliding glass door. Last week a mourning dove suddenly landed just outside that door and Millie got so excited she lunged for it in true tiger fashion, only to bonk her head. She shook her head and walked slowly away with great aplomb. A further example of cat dignity, Lucy, Charlotte.
Although most of my meals are vegetarian, I do love chicken and fish. And an occasional BBQ. Two weeks ago my doctor put me on a non-gluten diet, which means I've been navigating around bread, flour, wheat/barley/rye products, etc. Hooray for corn chips!
Keith, I assume corn bread would be allowable - ?
Absolutely, in fact we're having cornbread tonight! And I love it.
Charlotte, I believe your birds show character when they accept some chicken showing that they are indeed open minded. I am sure that the cats appreciate that. I would love to see the cats when they are watching the birds talk. That must be priceless.
Ann P.
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