Photo of pyrrhopterus
Miguel
Yesterday I had the opportunity to do this photo:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mmyv/3665899077/
Thanks to all for your comments.
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Miguel M. Yal�n
http://mmyv.com
Jerry Avins
> Hello:
>
> Yesterday I had the opportunity to do this photo:
>
> http://www.flickr.com/photos/mmyv/3665899077/
>
> Thanks to all for your comments.
I wouldn't ordinarily comment, but you requested it. The picture is nice
and sharp, but I'm not big for caged birds.
Jerry
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Martini
> Miguel wrote:
>> Hello:
>>
>> Yesterday I had the opportunity to do this photo:
>>
>> http://www.flickr.com/photos/mmyv/3665899077/
>>
>> Thanks to all for your comments.
>
> I wouldn't ordinarily comment, but you requested it. The picture is
> nice and sharp, but I'm not big for caged birds.
>
> Jerry
Cages are fine if the occupant is dangerous.
Today's newspapers reported today on "caged white phosphorus" which is totally
nonreactive (which should be of great surprise to combat troops in Army and Err
Force).
This occupant is not white, phosphoric, or dangerous. So I'd let him/her go if
I could.
Larry Sheldon
> This occupant is not white, phosphoric, or dangerous. So I'd let him/her go if
> I could.
Agree with most of the stuff about caged birds--although my mother had
an African Gray that seemed happy with his lot, and there are
Baretta-bird videos with lots of singing and dancing.
But I disagree with the "dangerous" part--feller looking a lot like that
bird near ripped an ear off for me, and Boyd (My mother's bird) had a
way of expressing him self that took some time to get over.
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Jerry Avins
Don't get the idea that I sit in judgment here. My dog lives in a cage
-- the whole house, but still a confinement. Outside, she's either on a
tether or in a fenced enclosure. I'd love to let her run loose, but the
law doesn't allow it and she'd be endangered by traffic. The two times
when she accidentally got loose, I left the door open and she came home
on her own, so I guess she doesn't find her confinement too odious.
Larry Sheldon
> Don't get the idea that I sit in judgment here. My dog lives in a cage
> -- the whole house, but still a confinement. Outside, she's either on a
> tether or in a fenced enclosure. I'd love to let her run loose, but the
> law doesn't allow it and she'd be endangered by traffic. The two times
> when she accidentally got loose, I left the door open and she came home
> on her own, so I guess she doesn't find her confinement too odious.
Our Lab goes ballistic if we don't open the door immediately.
When I was young, my brother brought home a nest ball with two baby
squirrels in it--a bull-dozer operator had knocked down the tree and
killed or scared off the parents (we never did figure out that part of
the story for sure).
Somebody built a pretty large cage for them under a big Oak tree in the
back yard.
By and by they grew up, a male and a female.
The male was not having any of this cage stuff and cut through the
chickenwire and took off. The female left, but returned.
As I recall the cage was there-after closed only at night but she never
wandered very far.
In YADATROT, there were several scrub jays who came down to steal
peanuts and sunflower seeds from the cup just inside the wire.
One day we watched while she moved a little closer to the cup every time
the jay left, until she was right next to the cup. Then on one of the
Jays trips she grabbed the Jay's beak and wouldn't let go.
I an not aware that the jay traffic counts changed much.
But you have not had a day start bad unless you have come up out of the
bed, realized you are going to be late for class, and jammed your foot
into a shoe that has be taken-over as a repository for pecans, almonds
and brazil nuts.
Jerry Avins
One of my animal rescues was a baby squirrel that had fallen out of the
nest and broken a foreleg. I carried it to my doctor, about two miles
away, and after a dose of chloroform, set it under the fluoroscope and
splinted it with pop sticks and tape. She gave me more chloroform to
keep it out until I got it home and wrapped the splint with iron wire to
keep it from being chewed off. My instructions included removing the
splint in five days to avoid restricting growth. The squirrel whet into
an open-topped screen-wire lined box, and I bottle fed it. (Bless Didy
Dolls!) I didn't need more chloroform to unwrap the wire, and removing
the rest of the splint held the poor beast's attention for the better
part of a day.
Not long after, it climbed out of the box and explored my room. I moved
the box to a window sill and opened the window a bit, giving the
squirrel access to the ivied side of the house. (Some of the vines were
thick enough for me to climb down.) The youngster was in and out for
weeks, usually returning to the "nest" at night, but not always. After a
while, it rarely came back at all, but it would come to me on the
ground. (I kept a handful of peanuts in my coat pocket, and it often
climbed in when I was on my way home from school. (Once, it climbed in
without my noticing when I was on my way *to* school, but that's another
story.)
I lost track of it in the third year. It was a gray squirrel I had
rescued from a nearby park. The squirrels in my back yard had been
black. As the only gray around, he was easy to spot. By the third year,
most of the squirrels in the yard were gray.
Larry Sheldon
> ground. (I kept a handful of peanuts in my coat pocket, and it often
> climbed in when I was on my way home from school. (Once, it climbed in
> without my noticing when I was on my way *to* school, but that's another
> story.)
I had forgotten about this story until I saw yours (this IS
rec.squirrels, right?)...When I first went to work at the University,
one of the "Public Safety Officers" had trained a squirrel (I have no
idea how) to respond to rattling key--anybody's rattling keys.
So unless you wanted a squirrel to leap on you to inspect you for good
things to eat, you didn't want to rattle your keys out-of-doors. He (he
was most definitely a "he") followed somebody into the building once
which caused a bit of a stir.
I'm actually fond of watching the squirrels and the few black ones we
have are gorgeous. When we moved here they were very common on the Iowa
side of the river but rare at the University and unheard of here. For
the last ten years or so we (20 miles from the river) have one or two
most years.