sandeyeCotton Foot
February 11th 2008 18:51
Smokey is still wearing that piece of cotton, tangled around his foot. At first I realized it was too close to his leg to use scissors, but did not seem to hamper him in any way. On the second encounter, it seems to have become tighter and he keeps raising his foot a little, so I went to fetch my nail clippers - a little safer for all involved. I figured that if Smokey sat on my left hand, I could snip the cotton from him with my right.
Smokey was sitting on top of the indoor lamp staring down at me as I returned from the bathroom with my clippers. He has always been a very intelligent bird, inquisitive and alert. Holding out my hand to him, he stared at me. It was as if he were wondering what I was doing, because I did not have any seeds in my hands, and he knew it.!
He flew across onto the door-top, still staring down at me, wondering what I was up to. After a while he realized that I wished for him to sit on my hand, agreed to do so, and hopped down onto it obligingly. Still mystified, he stared into my eyes, eager for me to show him what I wanted of him, but trusting me to have some purpose. As I slowly brought up the clippers, Smokey looked at me, puzzled. I had them just a centimeter or two from the cotton tangle, when Smokey decided that I must be offering him some sort of food, and so he tried to stuff the clippers down his beak! He then stared at me confused, as if to say ' Well, I can’t eat what you are offering me this time. It doesn’t go down inside me like the yummy seeds do.'
Smokey still wears the cotton mess on one leg. Hopefully, he will let me get it off him today - or tomorrow - or…
Smokey was sitting on top of the indoor lamp staring down at me as I returned from the bathroom with my clippers. He has always been a very intelligent bird, inquisitive and alert. Holding out my hand to him, he stared at me. It was as if he were wondering what I was doing, because I did not have any seeds in my hands, and he knew it.!
He flew across onto the door-top, still staring down at me, wondering what I was up to. After a while he realized that I wished for him to sit on my hand, agreed to do so, and hopped down onto it obligingly. Still mystified, he stared into my eyes, eager for me to show him what I wanted of him, but trusting me to have some purpose. As I slowly brought up the clippers, Smokey looked at me, puzzled. I had them just a centimeter or two from the cotton tangle, when Smokey decided that I must be offering him some sort of food, and so he tried to stuff the clippers down his beak! He then stared at me confused, as if to say ' Well, I can’t eat what you are offering me this time. It doesn’t go down inside me like the yummy seeds do.'
Smokey still wears the cotton mess on one leg. Hopefully, he will let me get it off him today - or tomorrow - or…
| 57 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog
