General chat

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  1. Blazer

     /  July 16, 2018

  2. Blazer

     /  July 16, 2018

    New York.

  3. Blazer

     /  July 16, 2018

    guess the city..

  4. Blazer

     /  July 16, 2018

    where’s this..

  5. Gezza

     /  July 16, 2018

    Merde! Il pleut besucoup ici à Welly Norde 😭

    Kitty, you would have enjoyed this I’m sure. I should have set up a cellcam on my mic stand “tripod”.

    I get maybe 3 or 4 ‘shifts’ of sparrows thru the day now, when one of them around the area notices me in the kitchen, and they fly onto to the window ledge & look thru the window at me, hoping for some wheat.

    I open the window wide enuf to enable them to fly through the gap safely when I place the grains individually on the sloping bricks of the ledge. (Some bricks have dimples & little ridges on their surface that prevents the grains rolling off onto the lawn, out of sight.

    The morning shift has individuals who are bolder than the day shifts. And it includes a few males & hens who will hover & fly or hop along very close, even when I’m leaning on the windowsill, pecking up 3 or 4 grains before flying off to regurgitate & chew them individually. Sometimes they’ll squabble as one or two birds block the route, refuse to let others pass along the ledge, & greedily gobble up each grain as I put it out.

    One hen – Eunice – will even take it from between my fingers as I set it down.

    But one of the random shifts that I decided to feed while the kettle was boiling & I was making a coffee yesterday afternoon, all hens, started patienty lining up along the ledge outside the window that I don’t open. They weren’t bold enuf to hope into gap of the open window, but as I reached a couple of inches around to put some wheat on a ‘safe’ brick for them, each hen started taking one grain, & hopping off straight away, letting the next one come forward to take place, take one grain, & immediately jump down, and the next one come forward.

    Looked like a holy communion procession. I counted there 7 at a time, rotating thru, as they’d fly back up from the lawn to rejoin the start of the queue.

    What made me smile the most though was how each one would suddenly appear, grab a grain, and leap, no flapping, instantly dropping straight down. Bailing out. It looked just like those scenes you see filmed, from inside the plane, of paratroopers or skydivers jumping, one after another, thru the door & disappearing. 😀

    • They do that at the bird table, too. Dive, take a cube, off to eat it. Mutt and Jeff, the mynahs, tend to stand there and try to hog more that their share.

      In my place, they start at the big tree and often go back. In the morning, there is always at least one waiting with wings on hips, tapping its claws and waiting to fly off and give the signal that grub’s up. If the cafe’s late opening, there will be a small crowd singing ‘Why are we waiting ?’

      Some fools stand in the road and eat their meal there.

      The big tree will never come down while I am here. It provides so much pleasure as a birds club to birds and birdwatcher.

      • Gezza

         /  July 16, 2018

        No sign of my waxeyes today. I tossed a couple of sliced rounds of my banana out onto the path and lawn on the off chance it might attract some. Aspen strolled casually out from under the kitchen window, gave it a test peck but decided he didn’t like it.

        Pickles and Jojo turned up an hour later. They were both looking up hopefully at me from the lawn outside the kitchen, Pickles giving a little “please?” They’ve both been persona non grata for the last week, but they looked like a pair of cute little waifs and they were behaving themselves so they got a handful of wheat tossed out from the window and when I left them alone they soon flapped back over to the stream.

        A tui climbed around my camellia tree getting nectar from the flowers while they were here. I whistled a merry little ditty away and it stopped, clambered onto some upper branches & a wee bit of time looking around for the whistler, then flew into the trees nearby and joined its mate.

        • I was given a ride into town this morning, and as we came near one of the pook paddocks. a pookster* hopped the fence and walked out into the road right in front of the car.. What a (poo)hoon, (poon ?) Talk about playing chicken. My cries of ‘FLY, you idiot !’ were ignored.

          Waxeyes adore really sweet apples, and as I am not fond of these it’s noble of me to buy them for the waxys…they don’t like Braeburns at all. Needless to say that if I ever come across the old Ballarats, they won’t be offered any of these lucious treats. They love mandarins, oranges, tangeloes and grapefruit. If sweet apples cut in two are put out, only the skin is left and the tough bit of the core.

          They are fond of something on the camellias and are often seen there. I am delighted to have so many after reading about the numbers being down.

          When I came home,. someone was tweeting melodically in the big tree. It was a sparrer, but I couldn’t see which kind.

          *adolescent pook

          • Gezza

             /  July 16, 2018

            Jojo has really grown. I have to look at the tip of her beak (still black) to tell her apart from Pickles sometimes – although if she speaks, she’s still got her baby voice, while Pickles’s voice is breaking..

          • Gezza

             /  July 16, 2018

            PS: Terminology. Just so you know, at Pookden Manor

            A pooklet is a baby pukeko, who can’t fly
            A pookling is an adolescent pukeko, who can fly
            A pooky or pukeko is a mature pukeko who can get it on at breeding time

            A pookster is a pook, or more often, a pookling, usually male, who is showing off doing something it thinks is really daring or clever, but ends up making it look silly.

  6. Gezza

     /  July 16, 2018
    • That’s not wee Jojo !

      And that is NOT little Pickles…

      What a fine wingspan Pickles has. The next one is to be called Kitto.

      • Gezza

         /  July 16, 2018

        I know! Jojo’s still got pert little wings, adequate to get her into the air, but Pickles’ have reached full maturity.

        They have huge, beautiful wings. Their surface area is massive, wider than the ducks’, like a vulture’s. I feel like they deserve to soar like one. But they have fewer feathers & their feathers’ barbs and barbules are much finer & more delicate than those of ducks, so they don’t get as much lift or flight control out of them as ducks do. And the dangly legs don’t do much for their aeronautical finesse.

        • Kitty Catkin

           /  July 16, 2018

          I do see an odd one with neatly pulled up legs, which makes for a more elegant flight, and wonder why they don’t all do it….or none. One that I have seen is a beautiful flyer, gliding down in total control, never making a bumpy landing or falling into water.

          The pookster was very lucky not to be squashed, the idiot. Playing pook-chicken is NOT a good idea.

          • Gezza

             /  July 16, 2018

            Yeah, they are just not at all road-safety conscious birds, sadly. There’s a another pook whanau whose territory is just upstream, heading South. They currently have twin pooklings about the same age as Jojo, maybe a couple of weeks older.

            Ducks and ducklings crossing the road are a constant feature here in my street, and there is even a black on yellow City Council “Momma & ducklings crossing” road sign 🙂

            Everybody slows down and stops, and smiles at each other as the mums shepherd the fluffy little flocks across the street.

            But the other day the pookling twins were just wandering around in the middle of the road. Never occurred to them to GET OFF THE ROAD!

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  July 17, 2018

              I have seen yellow signs with a black silhouette of a duck and duckies and DUCKS CROSSING above this, they may be AA signs, I think.

              The saddest bird sight I have seen was a young pook frantically tugging at a dead adult in the road, as if trying to make mum or dad wake up. I removed the body and dropped it into undergrowth so that it wouldn’t suffer the indignity of being squashed,

              They are quite heavy, which must be a reason for their flight habits.