Play date with my rehomies

[liz]

[quote="Wolf"]Although my Lady has fallen for Mimi, our Amazon, she has very little to do with any of the other birds and absolutely hates the small birds.. I have constantly been in hot water

Wolf I am so sorry that you are in hot water because of Harley and Marley. I really do appreciate you taking them though. I did all I could think of to help them but knew it was not enough.

They have very good memories. I could not have a Grey on my computer with her in the room. She remembered the Grey who hated her and got scared. It took a year for her to recover from that fear.

[Wolf]

Ah-h-h, I wouldn't worry about it, Liz. If nothing else she would change her mind if I tried to rehome any of them, it usually tends to be a love/ hate type of deal. It will also change as she begins to care for them more often, which I have been working on.

[Pajarita]

Yes, my husband complains about the birds all the time but show him or tell him about one been kept in poor conditions (he might not 'do' anything with them but he has learned A LOT -as have my kids- about what is good and what is bad for them) and he is more than willing to drive hours and hours to go pick it up. They bark a lot but they don't really bite -same as me when I complain about all the cats or his stupid golden retriever! I love them all dearly but I don't admit to it often because they are 'my edge' against his complaints Gotta keep those 'points' even, you know?

[Bird woman]

My husband same dam thing bitch , bitch ,bitch (and who drives clear to Washington non- stop to get my Lilly. Yea !!! The softeeee . He has several areas to get away from the fids , where it's quiet and he has all the Emenities in those areas. He knows these birds are my life , and it wouldn't. Be very smart to make one choose. He loves animals just as much as I do , just won't admit it ( tough guy act ) you know. the new macaw well it was his buddy that started the ball rolling on that situation and really he didn't have to tell me but he did. Soooo go figure. BW

[Wolf]

We do have many things that we agree about especially when it comes to animals Although we do have different likes. For instance I really do not like cats, but I have almost always had cats around, mostly for pest control reasons due to having feed for horses and/ or other animals. She loves cats. Still one evening she brought me a kitten in to put down as it had gotten into the dogs pen, probably while chasing a bird and slipped and fell in. The kitten was very nearly dead, but I just pulled it close to me and went to sleep with it. I was having a reaction to my meds and could barely sit up. The kitten recovered and I still get ragged on for saving it. My only defense is that I have hunted for most of my life and because of that I have an intense respect for life and will not kill any animal without good cause.

[Pajarita]

Well, that would NOT happen with my husband and a cat. If it was up to him, we would take every single feral we feed inside and end up with 50 cats instead of the 9 we have (which we do because of HIM, I might add!) There are four new kittens outside (from the same darn mother from which we ended up with two litters last year and who is too smart to get into the trap so I can fix her!) and he spends hours looking at them, chuckling to himself and making comments and I already told him not to even dream about bringing them in! In the evening, when I put out the food out for them, he looks out the window and gives me what I call the 'cat play-by-play': "Oh, Momma is here and she is eating next to the big kitten" (the big kitten is Groucho because he has a black spot that looks just like Groucho's moustache under his nose) "Opie (orange tabby) is such a good guy! Look at him, waiting for the kittens to finish before he eats!" "I don't see Pinto (black and white male and the father of the kittens), did you see him this morning?" "Oh, look at the little one eat! (he/she is the runt of the litter and half the size of his brothers or sisters so I named it Mini) He was the first one at the dish!" He actually makes sure that they all come and, if one doesn't, he worries and worries about it. But, the funny thing is that he can't tell the kittens apart (they are all black tuxedos) and has to ask me which is which - I name all the ferals and make a note of the little differences they might have to recognize them but he, the cat man, forgets

[Bird woman]

I'M afraid my love for all creatures in need and yes even humans has gotten me in a pickle or two in the past. Recently there were a couple very tiny baby skunks in the neighborhood that lost there mama and of course I stepped up to the plate and fed them. I didn't capture them just got the special Milk and saucer fed them twice a day . Now they are junior skunks and starting to come out at night to forage instead of the day and early this morning the dam things were playing with the cat out back when my hubby was watering his plants. They didn't do anything but hang out with him the cat and the plants , but he was kinda pissed now there starting to venture to the back of the property . Thinks he's going to eventually get sprayed. I told him to take there milk out back and make friends , just like the cat and I did, then he won't have to worry about it. !!!!! I will gather some of my little wild bird pictures of the jays I raised in the wild and taught them what the needed to know o survive and then some there names are jay jay and Freddy and they live at the kids house that used to be ours , well outside on there own. I've always surrounded myself with wild animals as long as I can remember. And we do have cats that of course I drag home when they need me but they are ranch hands and have a job to do and they figure it out pretty quickly as the other cats teach them to hunt. They aren't allowed to hunt birds if I catch them BW

[Pajarita]

I know EXACTLY what you mean, BW! I do laundry both in the am and the pm (when the dogs go out to the backyard) and I had changed their bedding (quilts covered with sheets) and left it all in a pile in front of the washer and dryer so, Saturday evening, I go down to the basement and, when I bend over to pick up the bedding to put it in the washer, I see something brown in a fold - I look at it and it's a mouse! The poor thing was in real bad shape, his left let was swollen like 5 times its size and had a bleeding opening on the side. The swelling was not only in his thigh but had extended to his hip and half his belly and he really couldn't move any longer so he must have been real weak from thirst and hunger. Well, I debated the issue of whether to just leave him there to die, put him outside where the feral cats would find him or what? And it ended up been 'what' So I got my mouse habitat and put the towel where he was hiding inside, put a little ball of crunchy peanut butter mixed with a super large dose of Cephalexin and metacam and a little dish with water which also had cephalexin in it. I figured it could be two things: a tumor that had opened up because it was on its last stages (about which there was nothing I could do) and a massive infection (thus the antibiotic) - the metacam was good either way. I had no hope that he would make it as he did not even move, he was so bad off but he is still alive and it seems that it was an infection after all because the swelling is going down.

When my husband came home, I told him to be careful and not let the cats go down to the basement because there was a sick mouse there and just waited... He looked at me, made a tiny nod with his head and just said: "OK, just get him better and then we will put him outside" - That's the good thing about been married for a long time, the husbands learn which battles to fight and which are better to just gracefully accept defeat because it's useless to even try .

[Bird woman]

I've only been married to mine for. 15 years , he's still in training.

[Pajarita]

Oh, yes, at 15, he is still in training BIG TIME! I always say that, in reality, you can't really train men ALL the way because, no matter how long you've been doing it, you are never done!

Mouse is still alive and the swelling did go down but I think it was an infection on top of a tumor because, although the wounds have scabbed over very nicely, the swelling has now concentrated into a large 'ball' on the inside of his left thigh (I examined him this morning when I cleaned his habitat). But he eats and poops like a champion!