What a great thanksgiving. I've had to stay in bed more than I would like for the last few days. I was trying to head off some pain so that I could have MORE Uptime this holiday. My birthday (fifty third) was the day before Thanksgiving, so really, it was two days of lots of Uptime. I was able to still get into the shower on my own so it's not too bad. Well, NOW it's bad, so I'm heading to bed which is good, because I didn't wake up today til 3PM (read that to say when dinner was being put on the table) and it's only like midnight thirty, so that's a lot of time for me. The cockatoo loved his Thanksgiving feast, as did the other four parrots, the two dogs, and all five cats. See? Just because the kids grow up and move out, that doesn't mean that buying a 23lb turkey is a waste of food and money. The cockatoo also did not even bother trying to escape, but he has worked his lovely box into nothing but shreds of paper product. I'll find a new box tomorrow for him. Maybe Saturday I'll hit a thrift shop and see if I can find some decent receiving blankets for him. I tie a big knot in one end and then put it through into his cage, he pulls it into position to make a nest in, around, and out of it. I have to use a few receiving blankets, maybe four or five, especially now that it is winter. In nature, he'd have eaten through most of a tree trunk and made a nest for his mate by now.
If you do not have a parrot, but you are young, you might consider one. Just remember that most of them have the emotional and social capabilities of a three year old child. They also, however, live for eighty-ish years. So it's a long and life time commitment to a bird who could probably violently wound you if it gets frightened or startled, will often have a screaming fit but maybe cannot communicate why (for several hours sometimes), and will be destructive in many ways and never understand why. However, the rewards have been worth it to me. The nuzzles, the laughter, the silly songs and words they pick up and repeat, being part of a flock (being totally accepted for who I am), and just the amazing things I've learned that I likely wouldn't have learned if I didn't have them.
Having said that, I do love finches and canaries too. Such beautiful little things, and their songs are fabulous. Sometimes I remember a particular daddy finch that had the most urgent little song that made me happy, and when I do recall that sound, I always break into a smile. I would like to have pigeons too. I remember my best friend growing up, he and I were inseparable from the age of four until I divorced him at twenty-one or twenty-two. Anyways, his step-father raced pigeons, and I got to go a couple of times when he drove them miles and miles outside of the city limit to let them loose. He was part of a pigeon racing club. I think I'd like to learn to teach pigeons to do that, and I'd like to teach doves how to carry messages. I'd also like to have a couple of raptors, but falconry might be criminal where I live. I used to live on a farm when my kids were younger, and we kept chickens and guinea. The guinea were better watchdogs than the watchdogs, except they didn't chase things off, they just made a lot of noise. I have coffee table books about chickens, and I had an uncle that raised fancy chickens. I think I just really love birds. Aside from a goldfish tattoo on my ankle the only other animal I have is a hummingbird tattoo I got when I was twenty years old and living near London U.K. I actually got that tattoo in a village called Kings Lynn, although it might be a city by now, that was thirty-three-ish years ago.
Anyways, if you are reading this, I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving if you celebrate it, if not, I hope you had a great day anyways.