Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Friday, February 22, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
AFRICAN GREY MAFIA THREATENS PERSISTENCE OF GREY PARROTS IN THE WILD
http://newswatch.nationalgeographic.com/2013/02/01/african-grey-mafia-threatens-persistence-of-grey-parrots-in-the-wild/
Love African Greys? I do, too. I have a naked lady who is older than dirt and so happy with her life now.
My right shoulder is all scratched up - and now she follows me around the house walking and calling me.
This is a very sad commentary on exploitation of all wild birds. Never buy a wild-caught bird. They never tame down. And if you buy a bird, remember, you must plan for their future. You will not outlive them in most cases and sadly, they go from owner to owner. They are all very destructive, noisy, messy and will eat furniture, moldings, and one of my birds ate through paneling...careful cage placement and things to chew are a must. But they also need YOU; most of all they need their person (actually, it may not be you). And without love and attention, they become mutilators and vicious. They are wonderful and so smart. Bird brains are big and complex.
Ashley usually gets shoulder time in the a.m. and we start up the computer and she watches Ruby the Swearing African Grey or Pierre on Youtube. She whistles and talks to them and tries to feed my ear.
You can see her naked shoulder. She mutilated herself - her chest is bare, her legs are bare except for a few small feathers, and so is the area of her belly and butt, but she does have a pretty red tail. The plucking results when they are left alone, and she was left alone for weeks at a time in her past life. So please, don't adopt a hookbill if your schedule takes you away from them. They are quite human. As I type this, she is on my shoulder making little holes in my blouse. That's ok - shirts from the thrift store do me just fine. I go through them quite often.
She has taken up a bad habit which is getting off her cage by sliding down the legs and walking around to find me. She is so old she doesn't fly. So apparently, she is fearless and no threat to dogs and cats, whereas Margaret is a valkyrie, and has everyone bamboozled. I have to wear a hat at breakfast. And destructive?
Come back later and I'll show you my sacrificial dining room chairs.
Love African Greys? I do, too. I have a naked lady who is older than dirt and so happy with her life now.
My right shoulder is all scratched up - and now she follows me around the house walking and calling me.
This is a very sad commentary on exploitation of all wild birds. Never buy a wild-caught bird. They never tame down. And if you buy a bird, remember, you must plan for their future. You will not outlive them in most cases and sadly, they go from owner to owner. They are all very destructive, noisy, messy and will eat furniture, moldings, and one of my birds ate through paneling...careful cage placement and things to chew are a must. But they also need YOU; most of all they need their person (actually, it may not be you). And without love and attention, they become mutilators and vicious. They are wonderful and so smart. Bird brains are big and complex.
You can see her naked shoulder. She mutilated herself - her chest is bare, her legs are bare except for a few small feathers, and so is the area of her belly and butt, but she does have a pretty red tail. The plucking results when they are left alone, and she was left alone for weeks at a time in her past life. So please, don't adopt a hookbill if your schedule takes you away from them. They are quite human. As I type this, she is on my shoulder making little holes in my blouse. That's ok - shirts from the thrift store do me just fine. I go through them quite often.
She has taken up a bad habit which is getting off her cage by sliding down the legs and walking around to find me. She is so old she doesn't fly. So apparently, she is fearless and no threat to dogs and cats, whereas Margaret is a valkyrie, and has everyone bamboozled. I have to wear a hat at breakfast. And destructive?
Come back later and I'll show you my sacrificial dining room chairs.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
A BEAUTIFUL VIDEO - A MURMURATION OF STARLINGS
Murmuration of starlings
Here's another mystery of nature:
No one knows why they do it, yet each fall, thousands of starlings dance in the twilight
above England and Scotland . The birds gather in shape-shifting flocks called murmurations,
having migrated in the millions from Russia and Scandinavia to escape winter's frigid bite.
Scientists aren't sure how they do it, either . The starlings' murmurations are manifestations
of swarm intelligence, which in different contexts is practised by schools of fish, swarms of
bees, and colonies of ants.
The basis of the swarm is a simple algorithmic relationship between individual starlings
but the effect is dramatic when there are large numbers of birds. Despite their tour de force in
the dusky sky, starlings have declined significantly in the UK in recent years, perhaps because
of a decline in suitable nesting sites. The birds still roost in several of Britain's rural pastures,
however, settling down to sleep, (and chatter), after their evening ballet .
Two young ladies were out for a late afternoon canoe ride and fortunately one of them
remembered to bring her video camera. What they saw was a wonderful murmuration display,
caught in the short video - URL is below . Watch the variation of color and intensity of the
patterns that the birds make in proximity to one other, and take a look at the girl in the bow of
the canoe watching the aerial display . What an incredible event to witness ! ! Enjoy .
http://vimeo.com/31158841 <http://vimeo.com/31158841>
H/T TO JOHN, A FRIEND FROM KINDERGARTEN!
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
SCOTT'S MIRACLE GRO USED POISON CHEMICALS IN BIRDSEED KNOWINGLY FOR AT LEAST 2 YEARS
http://www.naturalnews.com/036253_Miracle-Gro_poison_chemicals.html
So if you had a wild bird kill, you may want to contact the class action.
So if you had a wild bird kill, you may want to contact the class action.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
FOR TALKING BIRD OWNERS (AND LITTLE KIDS) - HOW TO GET THEM HOME IF THEY SUDDENLY DECIDE TO FLY OUT THE WINDOW
Saturday, March 24, 2012
HAPPY SATURDAY
Hope you're having a pleasant morning - and I hope Spring is on the way to you, especially in Washington, where my friend woke up to snow two days ago.
I am sitting here smiling. My big, pink cockatoo and I were having some making the bed fun - the phone rang and she's on my shoulder talking, making noises I hadn't heard before, laughing, and bending down looking straight into my eyes. Her former owner said she will groom eyelashes, but we haven't gotten to that stage yet but she loves grooming my hair.
Ashley is talking/singing/whistling in the other room awaiting her turn. We will soon be playing "toesies" on the bed. She is an old, old bird whose wings droop, but she runs as fast as she can around the edge of the bed to play with my toes. They fascinate her.
My Goffins flew in earlier to sit on my head for a while. She probably went out to the porch.
It's a raucous and pleasant way to just "be" in the quiet house.
Time to do the dishes. I think Cassie is ready to go outside on the porch. It's Ashley's turn to do the dishes with me.
Have a good one.
Do something fun.
I am sitting here smiling. My big, pink cockatoo and I were having some making the bed fun - the phone rang and she's on my shoulder talking, making noises I hadn't heard before, laughing, and bending down looking straight into my eyes. Her former owner said she will groom eyelashes, but we haven't gotten to that stage yet but she loves grooming my hair.
Ashley is talking/singing/whistling in the other room awaiting her turn. We will soon be playing "toesies" on the bed. She is an old, old bird whose wings droop, but she runs as fast as she can around the edge of the bed to play with my toes. They fascinate her.
My Goffins flew in earlier to sit on my head for a while. She probably went out to the porch.
It's a raucous and pleasant way to just "be" in the quiet house.
Time to do the dishes. I think Cassie is ready to go outside on the porch. It's Ashley's turn to do the dishes with me.
Have a good one.
Do something fun.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
US WHOOPING CRANES AND "MOM" GROUNDED IN ALABAMA
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_WHOOPING_CRANES_GROUNDED?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&CTIME=2012-01-07-03-24-15
These light little planes have been in use for this purpose for years! What the hell is wrong here?
These light little planes have been in use for this purpose for years! What the hell is wrong here?
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
THE OLD MAN AND THE SEAGULLS
It happened every Friday evening , almost without fail, when the sun
resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.. Clutched
in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of
the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow
of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out
on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket
of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand
white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward
that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings
fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the
hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say
with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time
and place.
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach,
a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the
stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way
down to the end of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the
water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say.
Or, 'a guy who's a sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might say. To
onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world,
feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty.
They can seem altogether unimportant ..... maybe even a lot of
nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida.
That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero back in World
War II. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his
seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived,
crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters
of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all,
they fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food.
No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where
they were.
They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional
service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back
and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged. All he could
hear was the slap of the waves against the raft.
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his
next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he
managed to grab it and wring its neck.. He tore the feathers off, and
he and his starving crew made a meal - a very slight meal for eight
men - of it. Then they used the intestines for bait.. With it, they
caught fish, which gave them food and more bait......and the cycle
continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to
endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued (after
24 days at sea...).
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never
forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull.. And he never
stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he
would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a
heart full of gratitude.
Reference: (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm",
pp..221, 225-226)
PS: Eddie started Eastern Airlines
resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.. Clutched
in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of
the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow
of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out
on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket
of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand
white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward
that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings
fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the
hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say
with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time
and place.
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach,
a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the
stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way
down to the end of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the
water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say.
Or, 'a guy who's a sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might say. To
onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world,
feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty.
They can seem altogether unimportant ..... maybe even a lot of
nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida.
That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero back in World
War II. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his
seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived,
crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters
of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all,
they fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food.
No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where
they were.
They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional
service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back
and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged. All he could
hear was the slap of the waves against the raft.
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his
next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he
managed to grab it and wring its neck.. He tore the feathers off, and
he and his starving crew made a meal - a very slight meal for eight
men - of it. Then they used the intestines for bait.. With it, they
caught fish, which gave them food and more bait......and the cycle
continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to
endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued (after
24 days at sea...).
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never
forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull.. And he never
stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he
would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a
heart full of gratitude.
Reference: (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm",
pp..221, 225-226)
PS: Eddie started Eastern Airlines
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
WILL THE NEWLY CREATED KILLER BIRD FLU SOMEDAY BE USED AS A BIOTERROR WEAPON TO REDUCE THE POPULATION? NEWS OF IT JUST POPPED UP A FEW DAYS AGO G
endoftheamericandream.com/archives/will-the-newly-created-killer-bird-flu-someday-be-used-as-a-bio-terror-weapon-to-reduce-the-population?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=will-the-newly-created-killer-bird-flu-someday-be-used-as-a-bio-terror-weapon-to-reduce-the-population
Or, is it another pandemic hoax?
Or, is it another pandemic hoax?
Sunday, October 2, 2011
FEDS SUE OIL FIRMS OVER 28 DEAD BIRDS, IGNORE 400,000 DEAD ONES AT WIND FARMS
http://constitutionclub.org/2011/10/01/feds-sue-oil-firms-over-28-dead-birds-ignore-400000-at-wind-farms/
As the slice and dice windfarms serve up mutilated carcasses and injured dying birds, Ken Salazar, the EPA, the Department of Energy, federal wildlife officials and the organizations like the Audubon Society turn a blind eye to the dangers to migrating birds, not to mention the natives.
It's hypocrisy and cruelty in the extreme.
Exploit our natural resources for the benefit of our country in these bizarre and critical times!
Maybe we should contact Janet Napolitano about this. After all, there's murder going on, and if we see or know something, we should tell her.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
WIND FARM TURBINES ARE EXPLODING BAT LUNGS
http://constitutionclub.org/2011/07/18/wind-farm-turbines-exploding-bat-lungs/
Bats are important insect predators and also pollinators. They are essential to farmers and the food chain.
And windfarms are also methodically slicing and dicing birds, including our raptors, also essential in keeping the rodent population down - a significant niche in the food chain, and that includes US.
I just send this link to my friend, world-reknowned bat authority. Her answer was glum. "Between whitenose (fungus) and wind farms, there won't be any bats left."
So we are destroying, through the green agenda and the panic it has caused, the end of several species, all related to the food chain. To take up the slack of bat deaths, farmers are purchasing huge amounts of insecticide to poison the insects the bats would eat naturally, and in turn, poisoning you.
Do you recall all the posts I've entered here on population control? Doesn't this ring true regarding this?
Our bees are dying. I have not seen ONE HONEYBEE this year, yet the mosquito truck rumbles and hisses through our neighborhood which is patrolled by ONE BAT who hasn't succumbed yet to whitenose or starvation.
http://www.batcon.org/
http://raptorpolitics.org.uk/2011/06/17/bats-birds-and-blades-wind-turbines-and-biodiversity-by-mark-lynas/
The green agenda and biodiversity is a crock of shit. But then, we all know that.
Develop our natural resources and let our planet nurture her own in her own way. We can help these creatures, but we cannot control them. That is out of our hands.
Bats are important insect predators and also pollinators. They are essential to farmers and the food chain.
And windfarms are also methodically slicing and dicing birds, including our raptors, also essential in keeping the rodent population down - a significant niche in the food chain, and that includes US.
I just send this link to my friend, world-reknowned bat authority. Her answer was glum. "Between whitenose (fungus) and wind farms, there won't be any bats left."
So we are destroying, through the green agenda and the panic it has caused, the end of several species, all related to the food chain. To take up the slack of bat deaths, farmers are purchasing huge amounts of insecticide to poison the insects the bats would eat naturally, and in turn, poisoning you.
Do you recall all the posts I've entered here on population control? Doesn't this ring true regarding this?
Our bees are dying. I have not seen ONE HONEYBEE this year, yet the mosquito truck rumbles and hisses through our neighborhood which is patrolled by ONE BAT who hasn't succumbed yet to whitenose or starvation.
http://www.batcon.org/
http://raptorpolitics.org.uk/2011/06/17/bats-birds-and-blades-wind-turbines-and-biodiversity-by-mark-lynas/
The green agenda and biodiversity is a crock of shit. But then, we all know that.
Develop our natural resources and let our planet nurture her own in her own way. We can help these creatures, but we cannot control them. That is out of our hands.
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