My bird is a pig!!!
Guess I shouldn't complain too much, as I have some very slovenly tendencies myself...but Edgar has managed to inundate half my computer desk with birdseed, sprayed out of his cage when he pokes his beak into the seed dish and stirs things around looking for the best bits. He also spent about two and a half hours drifting around my living room tonight...started on my shoulder, decided that was boring, so he landed on top of one of my speakers...and started a landslide of loose items piled up there, so he landed on the entertainment center and almost knocked my antenna off and down behind the cabinet.
I think he did about five laps of the couch...not flying, hopping. Tried flying around some more, then ended up landing on the cross-piece of the rapier I've got hanging on my wall. He liked that, stayed up there for most of an hour...then flew across the room, landed on the fan...flew back across the room and landed on the back of my chair--or tried to, he slid down the chair behind me. Pretty good for a bird that, according to the vet, would likely never fly again and would re-injure his wing every time he did. I'll have to take the blanket down from one of the kitchen doorways so he can fly laps or something (I'll also have to stop leaving empty pans on top of the stove...the thought of him landing and pooping in one of my food-preparation containers just ISN'T appetizing at all.)
But we appear to be a good match...neither one of us can seem to stay focused on one thing for very long, and neither of us appears to be terribly tidy. And, seen in the right conditions, apparently, we're both pretty striking.
I'm still hoping, and a little more hopeful that it will prove to be true, that he manages to get me to clean up my place more effectively. Watching him launch into the air when stuff slides out from beneath his feet, even though it's just a small pile, is a great incentive. Yeah, it was funny... but I also felt bad for him.
Guess I shouldn't complain too much, as I have some very slovenly tendencies myself...but Edgar has managed to inundate half my computer desk with birdseed, sprayed out of his cage when he pokes his beak into the seed dish and stirs things around looking for the best bits. He also spent about two and a half hours drifting around my living room tonight...started on my shoulder, decided that was boring, so he landed on top of one of my speakers...and started a landslide of loose items piled up there, so he landed on the entertainment center and almost knocked my antenna off and down behind the cabinet.
I think he did about five laps of the couch...not flying, hopping. Tried flying around some more, then ended up landing on the cross-piece of the rapier I've got hanging on my wall. He liked that, stayed up there for most of an hour...then flew across the room, landed on the fan...flew back across the room and landed on the back of my chair--or tried to, he slid down the chair behind me. Pretty good for a bird that, according to the vet, would likely never fly again and would re-injure his wing every time he did. I'll have to take the blanket down from one of the kitchen doorways so he can fly laps or something (I'll also have to stop leaving empty pans on top of the stove...the thought of him landing and pooping in one of my food-preparation containers just ISN'T appetizing at all.)
But we appear to be a good match...neither one of us can seem to stay focused on one thing for very long, and neither of us appears to be terribly tidy. And, seen in the right conditions, apparently, we're both pretty striking.
I'm still hoping, and a little more hopeful that it will prove to be true, that he manages to get me to clean up my place more effectively. Watching him launch into the air when stuff slides out from beneath his feet, even though it's just a small pile, is a great incentive. Yeah, it was funny... but I also felt bad for him.
posted by Curtis at 8:23 PM
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Had a couple of Finches once. Well the wife did. I hated the bastards! Noise,noise,and seed all over.
Atticus was his name. Clever I know,but a loud bastard. Never have any again.
That's one of the things I like about the pigeon. Aside from the occasional cooing, he doesn't make a whole lot of noise. And it's never the high-pitched, drive-a-nail- through-the-side-of-your-head kind of sound that finches, parakeets, cockatiels, and all those other 'cute' birds make.
He also can't bite very well. His beak is made for picking up little bits of stuff off the ground, not carving chunks of fruit out. This is another big plus!
Sounds like Edgar's flying like a pro. But I think you said he'll never be well enough as a flyer to make it on his own, right? Still - sounds like a pretty amazing recovery.
I think the thing I'd be most troubled by would be the droppings. Pidgeons - thems big birds. Lots o' poop. I remember a scene from an old Pink Panther movie when a pidgeon drops a 'bomb' in a drink Peter Sellers was holding. I thought it was funny until it actually happened to me. Not funny.
You might want to consider using a covered glass and a straw.
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