Posts Tagged ‘Sam’
As the weather gets colder here in Albuquerque, I’ve had to curtail walks with Sam in his carrier. But a couple of weeks ago, I took advantage of a sunny noon lunch break and the two of us went on a mile walk.
We entered the park near home. During the Fall when the pecan trees start divesting themselves of their nuts, the crows gather by the hundreds in this park to forage for food, and crows are noisy and very, very raucous! As we passed under a wheeling bunch of them, Sam got quite agitated and began screeching at them. Finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He yelled at them, “YOU BE!” - which is shorthand, learned by his old flockmate Pippin the lovebird, for “YOU BE GOOD!” Pippin was always correcting her “boys” when they got too fractious and loud. And although she’s been gone for a couple of years now, Sam obviously did take that in and used it appropriately when he felt the crows had gone way too far in their behavior. Naughty, bad crows…
Amid the evocative smells of roasting green chile, Fall is upon us suddenly. The nights are heading toward very nippy to nearly freezing, but the afternoons are warm and golden. There is nothing like New Mexico fall! This will be my second one since I moved here a year ago.
Everybody – flock and human and dogs – are doing great, though Poppy, our Maltese puppy of one year busted her knee and had to be splinted for 6 weeks after which she was operated on. The splint was a trial for her, as was her “cone of shame” in the beginning. Now, she’s back to her bouncy self, but we have to keep her not quite as bouncy as she’d like while her knee mends. But she can go for very short walks, which she looks forward to with great enthusiasm.
BunRab appreciates this nifty 2-story bunny thingie that my sister made out of fence railing.
Steve enjoys sunning himself on his “porch”:
And Sam appreciates the addition of his climbing perch and swing
And the cockatiels are in fine fettle. This is Charlie’s preferred place to nap during the day, on my bookshelf. St Francis, whose feast day is tomorrow, is benignly looking on…
May your fall be as lovely as mine!
Believe it or not, we had a Category 1 hurricane here in Albuquerque a couple of weeks ago. It didn’t last long and it didn’t affect everyone. Fortunately, we sustained no damage, but lots of beautiful old cottonwoods and pines were felled and there was flooding all over the place. And there were power outages. We were one of the lucky remaining 6000+ citizens without power for about 3 days. Still, we did have fun shopping for batteries, LED lamps, and ice for our coolers while others were buying non-essential things. Were were among the few still in survival mode! Oh, and of course, we spent time in the evenings playing Scrabble with headlamps.
When the hurricane began, I ran from one house to another to close the windows in my place. I flashed back to “The Wizard of Oz” when Judy Garland was running with Toto during the storm, wondering if I’d make it to my house. Fortunately, while the floor was somewhat drenched with the rain coming in all directions, a general mop-up did the trick, and the birds and BunRab were fine.
Then, a few days ago, our 11 month-old Maltese puppy, Poppy, tore the ligament of her ACL. Basically, one of her hind knees is busted and we have to wait for another week+ for the swelling and bleeding to go down before she goes into surgery to repair the damage. She is consequently crate-bound except for short forays into the yard to do her business. Here she is peeking at Sam, our Curious George, on my bed. If she weren’t behind her screen, Sam would not be there!
Otherwise, things are doing well! Steve loves to shred his newspapers each night. During the day, I also hang up a brown paper lunch sack filled with a treat and chewable toys, and he spends considerable time ripping that up and finding his treasures.
Let’s hope your summer has been free of hurricanes and torn ligaments!
The summer here in Albuquerque is going along well. After the intial very hot, dry days of June, we have been supremely blessed with at least a couple or more rains per week, now that we are heading into the monsoon season. I say “supremely blessed” because New Mexico in general has been in a drought situation for a long time. A side benefit to having the rains is that I don’t have to run the humidifier for Steve.
The flock is doing fine and all is going along well.
Here is Sam posing for me in the early morning.
And here is Maizy, waiting for the Harrison’s pellet crumbs to drop! (All animals here love Harrison’s, including Bun Rab, and it’s a race between Bun Rab and Maizy to see who gets the crumbs first.)
Steve is doing very well after his ingrown feather saga. I thought he had another bothersome feather to have removed, when he began fussing under his wing again. But it turned out that the scab that had formed under his wing was the problem. It fell out last night and I wasn’t surprised it bothered him – it was big!
Steve loves to forage for treats wrapped in paper on his play station. At night, when I put him to bed, I change his newspapers at the bottom of his cage. He has begun, for the first time, to play with the papers – hanging upside down and being a real, bonafide African Grey clown! This is wonderful and I hope that it is behavior that will continue.
Steve’s main difficulties are twofold: 1. he is still phobic about being outside his cage, and 2. Quickly loses confidence in himself if he falls. It can take weeks for him to regain ground that he covered. This may be owing to the fact that falls always meant extreme pain, so he’s slower and more careful than most Greys. But, maybe in time….
Steve finished with a shorter second round of antibiotics and is doing well after an initial low-energy period after his ingrown feather ordeal.He’s now back to be his version of “active,” which is a very, very slow form of active for most African Greys. He’s just a quiet and slow-moving guy. However, once in awhile, he really gets mischievous as happened today: he really, really, wanted a soaking bath. I usually spray him, but he continued in his water dish. So I provided a low tub of water for him, which he splashed his head into, and then upended most of it onto his play station. It was good to see, even if a bit messy!
Sam is being adventurous by accompanying me on my daily walks (that is, when it’s not too cold or too hot). I recently bought a nifty (though expensive) small walking carrier made by Celltei that can be worn like a back pack or worn in front (which I prefer, so that Sam feels I am close and he can see me). Sam LOVES the carrier! Here he is, waiting for “walkies.”
The carrier sits on top of his cage, where he plays during the day. I will often find him quietly sitting inside, just hanging out serenely. I love being able to include Sam in more of my activities, and this is a great boredom-buster. It tires him out too – an added benefit. This is the small size, though it borders on being almost too small. But it works for a Jardine’s Parrot. It would be too small for an African Grey.
And we did not bust at all, but had a great trip, even though I was very tired from the start, having had little sleep after a marathon packing/cleaning day before. Steve and Sam were crammed in travel cages on the front passenger side, the two cockatiels in travel cages were in the back seat that had been flattened. Bun Rab was right next to them in her fairly spacious cage. After an initial getting used to the positioning, everyone soon got used to their places and seemed to really enjoy the ride.
During the trip, there was some chattering, but mostly everybody understood this was a long-haul trip and just settled down. Everybody ate well – Sam nearly ate non-stop, dunking his pellets in water and slowly eating the outsides like ice cream cones.
It was exhausting hauling everybody’s cages into motel rooms, but they were all real troopers. I couldn’t have had better companions. On day 2, I drove for 11 hours, getting us to Williams, AZ at dusk. And by the afternoon of day 3, we were flagging. Near Gallup, NM, we stopped under a shady tree and all of us napped silently, listening to the birds outside chirp in the early fall heat.
On day 3, we all rolled in around 2:30 pm. My mother had just returned home from the hospital, having contracted West Nile Virus a couple weeks previously. I had fast-forwarded my trip to New Mexico by an entire month so that I could be here to help Mom and my sister. Mom nearly died, but with many prayers and a dose of very good luck, she pulled through without complications. We are soooo very grateful she lived to tell the tale.
Meanwhile, my living quarters weren’t ready because I had arrived a month early, so I camped out in the living room of Mom’s house with my bird cages parked in various places and Bun Rab penned in beneath the dining room table to be out of the way of traffic. Chipper and Charlie had to bunk together, to save room. That worked, but sometimes the racket of competitive singing and one-upping was very hard to bear. But, again, all the feathered guys were very flexible, even getting used to my sister’s Maltese dog Maizy.
By October, we all moved into my new “cabin,” and then it was time to get used to another home – the 3rd one in 2 weeks. Steve regressed quite a bit, but that was perfectly understandable.
Once settled, though, things fell into place and we’ve now been here since then, enjoying family life again and being together again for the holidays – so far: Thanksgiving, a beautiful Christmas, and a very cold January.
Sam is the most easy-going and adaptable of the flock, and he has been happy with everything – no matter what changes I make, rearranging his cage position, changing the routine, he’s happy-go-lucky because he gets to be with me most of the day (I work at home).
And Steve has been generally pretty darn happy too. It’s taken him all this time to progress to this miracle moment of venturing OUTSIDE of his cage without hanging onto it by one leg!
And now, for a little light humor, I give you Chipper! Just click on the link following:
And Bun Rab is ecstatic! She gets to have the entire run of my cabin – no cage.
All is well with the flock. It’s been awhile since I posted last, but the 4 parrots continue to be good boys.
Spring is nearly upon us, so that means hormones begin to show themselves. With careful dietary restrictions, Sam has managed to be a very good boy and he is nearly not hormonal at all, compared to last year when I seemed to have an unending string of months in which I struggled with Sam’s hormones. I find I have to cut out ALL fatty and sweet treats, such as seeds, nuts, apples, and other sweet fruits. He’s safe with a daily raw Sugar Snap pea, bits of raw cauliflower, a piece of raw whole wheat pasta, and tiny bits of “Mary’s Gone Cracker’s” crackers. Fortunately, he likes these treats. But he always looks for nesting areas, nonetheless!
Steve, however, needs lots of small treats as he is more of a forager than a player of toys. I try to keep the treats very small but frequent to keep him interested. Once in a while, he gets to tackle an organic almond in the shell. He generally takes about 3 days to break into the shell, unless he’s really intensely interested. The first one he tried took him only a concentrated 10 minutes. But he takes a more leisurely go at it nowadays:
And there are days when the vet needs to be seen for various trims. I have “Wingabagos” for 2 birds, and this time it was Sam and Chipper who had the honor during a recent visit. Here they are sitting next to me in the front passenger seat, which Chipper strapped in and Sam tucked in front of him: