Three years, one bird-poop
October 3rd 2007 16:58
I think I have been lucky not to have suffered more poop than I have, in my years of hanging out with the birds. We fed tame magpies for 3-4 years, and pigeons for the past 3, yet today was the first time any of them pooped on me. My shoes, yes. My coat, yes. My floors, yes. My carpet, yes. My windowsill, yes, yes, YES! But as for me, I had remained poop free until evening seed time.
I was busy working on a dog breed article and 2 blog entries to post on Wednesday, when I noticed the time had reached such to put the evening meal out to the pigeons. I grabbed the tub, scooped out the amount of seeds required, and struggled with the back door. It is currently over 90-95 degrees where I live, and our back door lock sticks when it gets above 90. I have already had to ask my teenage son to shut the door behind me when going to the grocery store, and to let me in the front door, as neither of us could get the back door open on my return, this week.
Eventually, the door opened. Within ten seconds, Smokey and Baby1 had shot inside, and were scrapping about who was going to sit on top of the door, and who would sit on top of the nearby lamp. I stood on the doorstep, and as I held out the seed-tub, Shyly flew onto my wrist, then hopped onto the tub and began to rummage about, in order to steal all the corn before anybird else could get it. Smokey drew the short straw, and sat on the lamp, whilst Baby1 gleefully strode up and down the top of the door, waiting in the shaded room for those seeds to fall out onto the ground. I usually let Shyly have about 30-60 seconds before tipping the tub slowly downwards. He then slides off, stumbles about still trying to snatch at choice seeds, and eventually gives up and flies to the ground to scurry about snatching the corn. Shyly had had about 30 seconds, and I was about to tip the tub, when I felt something hit my head. POOP!
I reprimanded Smokey, not crossly, for he did not know any better, but more in the realm of "Oh dear! Smokey, did you have to do that right then and there?" Smokey looked down at me as if to say "Hey, shit happens! I am only a bird, I forget myself when inside this nice perching place - anyway, YOU were standing under MY bum!" I was not cross, but once tipping the seeds, Smokey flew to the door top as Baby1 left it, then directly outside to the seeds on the ground. Me? I went straight to the bathroom to fix my pooped on hair!
I was busy working on a dog breed article and 2 blog entries to post on Wednesday, when I noticed the time had reached such to put the evening meal out to the pigeons. I grabbed the tub, scooped out the amount of seeds required, and struggled with the back door. It is currently over 90-95 degrees where I live, and our back door lock sticks when it gets above 90. I have already had to ask my teenage son to shut the door behind me when going to the grocery store, and to let me in the front door, as neither of us could get the back door open on my return, this week.
Eventually, the door opened. Within ten seconds, Smokey and Baby1 had shot inside, and were scrapping about who was going to sit on top of the door, and who would sit on top of the nearby lamp. I stood on the doorstep, and as I held out the seed-tub, Shyly flew onto my wrist, then hopped onto the tub and began to rummage about, in order to steal all the corn before anybird else could get it. Smokey drew the short straw, and sat on the lamp, whilst Baby1 gleefully strode up and down the top of the door, waiting in the shaded room for those seeds to fall out onto the ground. I usually let Shyly have about 30-60 seconds before tipping the tub slowly downwards. He then slides off, stumbles about still trying to snatch at choice seeds, and eventually gives up and flies to the ground to scurry about snatching the corn. Shyly had had about 30 seconds, and I was about to tip the tub, when I felt something hit my head. POOP!
I reprimanded Smokey, not crossly, for he did not know any better, but more in the realm of "Oh dear! Smokey, did you have to do that right then and there?" Smokey looked down at me as if to say "Hey, shit happens! I am only a bird, I forget myself when inside this nice perching place - anyway, YOU were standing under MY bum!" I was not cross, but once tipping the seeds, Smokey flew to the door top as Baby1 left it, then directly outside to the seeds on the ground. Me? I went straight to the bathroom to fix my pooped on hair!
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