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WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS ANYWAY?






I awakened this morning to a beautiful pink sky and a soft tapping sound on the window behind my head.  I like to have a window near my head as I sleep, to open and close as I choose.  Also, to look outside as soon as I open my eyes just to have a few moments to be grateful before the busy day begins.  This soft tapping I soon realize is a little bird pecking either at its reflection or possibly bugs.  But it is winter and there really are not a lot of bugs out there.  Anyway, my usual quiet moment became a tapping contest back and forth.  I'd tap, it would tap and so forth...until I gave up and got up.  


I always shower first thing in the morning, and I also take a bath at night.  I enjoy a morning shower just to extend a bit of alone time to think about my day.  And, I like to end my day in a nice warm bath, usually reading or writing.  As I was enjoying my morning hot shower, I could hear tapping and little knocking sounds.  We have a sky light in the bathroom.  And the little noises sounded like they were coming from up there.  So, I look up and there are seven (7) doves (14 little feet that looked like spiders, pecking at something and then sliding down the sky light.  As I said,  it is winter and so there is some snow/ice on the sky light.  The doves would climb up to the highest point, peck at something and eventually slide on the slippery surface, down to the lowest part.  When my husband enters the bathroom, I point up and he says that possibly they are getting the grit from the shingles.  Or adds, maybe they are just having fun :).  

At least once a day there will be a woodpecker knocking on some side of our log cabin.  Now, I think that they really are doing that just for fun.  There are many trees right around the cabin (there are several thousand acres of state land around our 40 acres) that he or she could choose from...but, they choose our home to do what they do.....

A little history of this (new to us) log cabin.  It has been a 'camp' for many years.  Families would just come up here occasionally to hunt or whatever.  We are renovating (slowly because it's winter) into a year around home. 


We've noticed that the wildlife on this forty acres really does not pay much attention to us.   The birds that come to the seed basket don't even move when we add more seed or walk past them as they are helping themselves to a sunflower seed.  The deer just walk around and drink out of the pond and eat the corn that we put out for our sheep like they are part of the herd.   The squirrels do not even run when we walk out onto our deck and they are in the seed basket.  

It is as if, this place is their's and we are just a mild inconvenience. 

This log cabin has an attic and we have closed it off for the winter.  It is full of stuff (junk) (not ours) and we don't really want to address it at this time.   We filled an industrial dumpster with the junk that was here from the first floor and plan on attacking the attic in the spring.  That is unless it attacks us first.  We hear running around up there every day.  Sometime with boots on, sometimes rolling bowling balls, sometimes yelling at one another.  My husband thinks it's kind of funny....I guess I do too, but occasionally it sounds like they are going to drop right down on our dinner table as we eat.  We're thinking squirrels.  There are definitely openings in the ends of the roof and it's an easy entry for anyone that can climb up there.  Perfect sleeping quarters during this cold season.  

We've been here about two months now and we are so used to all of the noises that if we don't hear any running or tapping, we wonder if everyone is okay.  Our dogs don't even look up anymore.  Once everyone quiets down at night, we wish them a good nights sleep, assuming that they are tucked in, curled up and enjoying all the heat that escapes from the 1st floor.  

We are not hunters, I am a vegetarian and so, harming any animals just isn't our thing.  This was their home and place to be, way before we bought this place.   So, we have learned to cohabitant.  As long as I don't have to sleep or bathe with a squirrel, I'm fine with that.  There are apparently bears and other large wildlife around here also....(our land butts up against thousands of acres of wet land/state land) and so, our current group of little creatures that live with us, are really our more desirable neighbors and housemates.  

RAISING AND ENJOYING BEAUTIFUL PEACOCKS

My husband and I raise peacocks. Fell in love with them 25 years ago, after going to a bird show (yes, there are bird shows) and have not stopped buying and raising peacocks and peahens since.  We have watched 100's of chicks being raised by the best moms in the world.  The males are busy showing the world their beautiful tail feathers and the moms who have much more subdued plumage, are busy raising as many as 4 - 12 babies.  They average 6.  It takes 27 - 30 days to hatch and that mama will not leave that nest.  Ours are free range (generally) and they nest under hosta plants and hide so well that we sometimes just come upon them by accident.  Watching mom raise her chicks is so amazing.  She will take them out for a walk and if she feels any danger, gathers them under her and sits until she feels it is safe.  Everyday she has them roosting a bit higher.  I've seen her teaching them to jump up on a large clay pot and roost for the night.  The next time, it's up onto some saw horses, until she gets them to jump/fly to the lowest branch on a tree.  The growing chicks get so excited at sunset...they are all running and hopping a few feet off the ground under the big walnut tree, trying to work up the nerve to fly up to the lowest branch.  Many make it on their first try and others fall back down but they don't quit because mom is always calling from the lowest branch, until all of her babies are warm and safe under her for the night.  We are currently raising them in a protected building/run.  We just moved to the UP Michigan and it's winter and we wanted to have more control over our animals/birds for this winter season.

The males tail feathers are starting to grow in anticipation of spring showing off time and breeding.  Spring is such an active time.  The males come up to the females raise their tail feathers and then pull them forward (kind of around her) and then shake them...sounds like an old metal Christmas tree being shaken.  She either decides this is the guy or walks away.  Males will breed with any female...not true to any one female.  So, we do keep same species together and separate to keep that species true (white, blue or Indian and green or Java).  But, they do mix it up and we end up with some beautiful combinations.  We've lost our share of older peacocks and many chicks.  We've heard owls picking them off in the trees.  It's so sad because the mom will call all of the rest of the night for her chick.  I usually go out with a flashlight and look everywhere below the tree where they roost hoping that the chick just fell out and needs some help getting back up....but, have never found one....nature...love it...hate it....But, we really do love our peacocks.  They can be so funny chasing each other and running behind us on the tractor when we're mowing....catching bugs.  They do alright in the winter as long as they have somewhere to roost and keep their feet dry...and,  their heavy feathers keep them warm.....but, I am sure they are anxious for spring....just like me.....


HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY TO APRIL.....


UPDATE:  Wrote this blog two years ago when April turned 25 years old....now she will be 27 in a few days.  She is amazing...has expanded her vocabulary by several swear words and a new dog name....we rescued a 5 year old Chihuahua named Tipo...we call him TT....so she says in a high pitched voice TT...(like I do) She is now located in the kitchen where I'm sure she picked up the new curse words...but hopefully will pick up the timer ring sound, and start singing like I do when I do the dishes and when I bake, which is often during the winter months.  Currently still singing Christmas Carols....but will switch back to old favorites soon.   HAPPY NEW YEAR...I say that to her everyday (every time I pass the cage) and she just looks at me and asks for a chip...Oh Well...she does have a mind of her own.


This is April.
Today is her birthday...she is 25 years old.  Life expectancy of an African Grey is about 90 years.  So, she will still be here, probably living with one of my children/grandkids after I am gone.  So, I am busy teaching her as many naughty words and questionable expressions as possible so that my memory will live on as the eccentric, creative, potty mouth person that I am.

We are currently experiencing a possible health issue with April.  According to Google she might have anything from a fungal infection, bacterial infection, mites or depression.  We have moved from WI to MI over the last few months.  Our last trip we pulled an animal hauler with our sheep, llama, peacocks and chickens in it and our parakeet, dogs and April were in the backseat of our truck.  We had to move her from her large floor cage to a smaller cage that we could actually fit in the backseat.  And, carry her large cage in the hauler.

It has been hard getting in touch with a Vet in our new area, especially an Avian Vet to either have them make a home visit or take her in for blood tests that might possibly tell us something.  (Also, all of the Holidays) We did find out from some people that we met that there are two female vets in our very town that service a local zoo.  So, knowing that the local zoo has many parrots, I'm sure we're going to be in good hands.

On advice from Google, I thoroughly washed her cage with vinegar and water, cleaned and sanitized her bowls and toys and actually put her in the bathtub and gave her a shower.  She did not seem happy with me capturing her in a towel and placing her in a few inches of warm water.  But, after some complaining, she spread her wings and started to bath herself.

Once I put her back in her cage and put a warming light on her, she began to preen herself and afterwards looked much better.

 I have offered her every food in the world in the last few days....even going so far as to chew food myself and give it to her (I am her mom after all).  She really had stopped eating.  She would just push food around and mostly turn her head and put her beak into her back feathers and sleep.  But, after her shower, pushing food, rubbing her and talking to her constantly....she seems to be reacting and talking more.

I was busy thinking about how stressed I've been, selling our home in just a few days, packing up a very large home, filling a semi container and making several enclosed trailer rides to our new home (4.5 hrs. one way), (a small log cabin in the middle of not much).  But I never stopped to think about how all of the changes might affect her.  Birds are very sensitive and can become stressed and depressed I have learned.  So, we moved her closer to where we are most of the time and put her parakeet friend right next to her (like it was in her old house) and are making an all out effort to get her to eat and interact with us.

I had been so busy working...I'd throw food and clean water in there everyday and peelings and fresh fruit...and talk to her for a moment.  But, I am who she has bonded with, and I was letting her down.  I promised her that I would not let her down again...she wants kisses all of the time and wants me to rub her head and I now always make time to do that.  She is very important to me, more than I knew.  This is the first time in 25 years that we have had a potential health issue.  l

I have made an appointment with the vet to take her in....I just want to be sure....and, by the way, we refer to her as her but we have no idea is "she" is male or female....there is no difference in appearance in male or female African Greys....you have to blood test them to find out.  So, if our new vet thinks we should run some tests, I may actually find out after 25 years if April is a girl or if she is a boy.  She's still going to be April no matter what...cause she says her name....but, it will be interesting to know if I guessed correctly.  She just always struck me as a girl...just a feeling...we'll see if 'my radar' was correct.

UPDATE:  She, yes, she is a she...was getting ready to pass her first egg.  It was somewhat stuck...sticking out partially one morning.  So, I again put her in warm water and put her in her carrying cage and off we went to the vet.  They had to semi cut the skin around her vent to get the egg out...it was stuck and dried to her skin.  They got it off and out and gave us a lubricant to apply to her vent everyday.....it happens they said...good that we got her in.  Her first egg when she was 25 years old. I kept the egg, it looked like a golf ball....put it in her cage and she ignored it.  Glad she wasn't ill...just having a little trouble doing something normal...

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