Social chat

“Is there any way we could have a thread for the more lightweight stuff like music and general chat?”

Do it here. Social only, no politics, issues or debate.

Please no personal attacks or bickering. Anything abusive, provocative or inflammatory may be deleted.

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  1. Gezza

     /  January 15, 2019

    Social chat.
    Do it here. Social only, no politics, issues or debate.

    Cheers PG. Good idea. Thank you. I enjoy the social side. I can get pooklet grandparenting advice. It’s not easy going it alone.

    There’s a howling southerly today. Occasionally the sun pops out. Sweety and Alex have just turned up with Summer & River over the fence. The wind’s so strong I have to throw the wheat at the ground or it blows away from them.

    Wee River was getting fed by both bigger birds as often as Summer this morning. What happens is she just decides she’s had enuf, and starts wandering around trying to bite off blades of grass for her veges; but she’s still a bit too small to cut them. There was one funny episode where Sweety climbed up a low, creeper-covered branch to turn round and feed Summer and he & River scrambled up over some other broad-leafed plant and up the creeper leaves to take the proffered bread chunks.

    And River just disappeared; she dropped straight through a gap with a plop. No worries though; nek minute she’s just scrambling up out of the foliage at the edge of the BS Block wall, peeping away happily and climbing back up to Sweety.

    The two smaller pooklets were soon full and off exploring; it’s so awfully chilly in the wind I left them to it. They wander all over the stream banks all day, even these tinies cover huge amounts of ground. They’ll be back later this afternoon or early evening for tea.

    Big boy Shadow’s probably off somewhere else doing guy stuff with his dad Bluey this morning, hopefully.

    • Gezza

       /  January 15, 2019

      It’s hard to describe the sound the pooklets make when they’re being fed accurately. It’s not really a peep. It’s a kind of soft, high-pitched, constant twittering, but it’s a whistling-sound, & they just seem to make it becos they’re so happy. When they’ve had enuf they wander about, nibbling or pulling at things until the adults wander away and they eventually follow them along or down the bank and disappear.

      Sometimes one will just plomp down for a little rest and the others come up and plomp down next to it; 3 pooklets in an endearing little fluffy, intertwined huddle, as they probably do at night with Bluey. They have shifted to a new nest somewhere a further north; the rubbish tip of daily-changed long grass bedding & any other kitchen waste outside their first one will be too big & maybe starting to decompose now.

      My sister and bro-in-law couldn’t resist peering over the fence when they were here and going “Aww…” (& he’s a bloke’s bloke); but it didn’t matter how quietly and slowly they did it, the adults immediately squawked and straight away got the pooklets to quickly go down the bank, out of sight, with them.

      They turned up in the afternoon after my guests had left for NP Sunday morning, but they wouldn’t call the pooklets, who were staying back some distance, until they’d accepted my 5 minutes of assurances “It’s ok, all gone, Just me. It’s ok”. I always only use a small range of repeated phrases to talk to them & they seem to learn their meaning. I say the same thing if they’ve seen a cat, now shooed away right up the driveway to the street by their screeching and by me, or if a dog is barking somewhere when they go on high alert.

      The other thing they have learned, including young Alex, is their names. It takes a while. As they grow the pooklets run straight up to any handful of wheat thrown down by name to an adult, who wait for their name to be called to go to their own individual serving. So the named adult will let them, and move back a little, and look at me, waiting for a new supply seeing theirs is being eaten by the kids.

      Teenage pookling Alex has just learned his name. He will be heading for Sweety’s or Bluey’s, and I’ll say “Alex, Alex” and he’ll stop in his tracks and look up and then wait for his handful.

      • Kitty Catkin

         /  January 15, 2019

        (fainting with envy)

        • Gezza

           /  January 15, 2019

          Aww … I wish you could come and see them. I really do. They’d melt you into a warm sticky puddle, I bet.

          Still no up or down tick boxes appearing for you, Kitty? I googled for a while last night to see if I could find out what the problem is and any solution, but no luck I’m afraid.

          • Kitty Catkin

             /  January 15, 2019

            Nothing, I have no idea what happened there. I had a bit of trouble with having to sign in each time, and when that went, so did the ticks.

        • Gezza

           /  January 15, 2019

          Here they are, at 1 pm, when the whole whanau turned up. Bluey’s off to the right. Having fed Shadow he’s now just standing there, standing up tall, quietly, watching over the family and having a good ole groom at the same time.

          Your godpook Alex was particularly attentive to feeding wee River this time; very sweet. I praised him constantly and he carried on.”Feed River, feed River, good boy Alex, good boy”. Any of them feeding River get this mantra. The interesting thing is that she’s not too bothered, quite often. She just wanders off exploring and sticky-beaking, poking around among the grass or other foliage, in the middle of a feeding session. Very interested in her little world around her, is River.

          They seem to tell Alex “Yep – you get up on the fence and call him. We’ll stay down here minding the kids till he turns up with our treats.”

          • Kitty Catkin

             /  January 15, 2019

            Bluey’s wondering what he’s DOING up there ??? He even seems to be SAYING it.

            The one down the road is about half grown; its feathers are like an adult’s, and look very shiny and new. It’s a lovely sight.

            • Gezza

               /  January 15, 2019

              That’s Sweety. There was a loud series of staple gun or hammering noises just then from a building site that had been quiet. She and Bluey were both quickly reacting to it, looking for any threat that might have caused it. It’s annoying that the gif-making process strips the gorgeous bright red out of the clips. The only way to correct that makes the foliage look wrong.

              Alex’s darker red plate and beak are nearly bright adult colour now. He’s a sweet lad. He’s even getting quieter, doesn’t whine constantly any more, and his voice has changed. I mistook him for Sweety just now up on the fence; he sounded like mum (they’re all back from upstream for evening dinner :/

              Shadow took another 5 minutes to wander up & join them, peeping from somewhere in the foliage as he came up via the Eel Spot. He was off exploring on his own, it seems.
              4:45 pm

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  January 15, 2019

              Oh. It really does look as if she’s quite annoyed and wondering why he’s taking so long. Get a move on !!! What are you DOING up there ???

              Like me going out to see what on earth was taking Fido so long that time and seeing him just as I called ‘What are you DOING out there ?’ As it was very obvious, I was given a very withering look,

            • Gezza

               /  January 15, 2019

              If you look closely at your little pookling friend down the road and compare him to a nearby adult, you may notice his feathers aren’t quite as black as his parents’ yet. They’ll have a slight browny-black colour.

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  January 15, 2019

              He looks very black; I’ll have another look. I haven’t seen him with an adult yet. He’s a real beauty.

            • Gezza

               /  January 15, 2019

              You might not be close enuf. I’m forgetting they’re often very close to me and moving around just below me. In the right sunlight you can see their black feathers are arrayed in an overlapping scale pattern. The browny sheen is particularly strong and noticeable around the edges of each scale or black feather. Otherwise the black is just slightly more dull, it’s not a jet black until they’re fully adults.

            • Gezza

               /  January 15, 2019

              Fledgy has a daughter ! She can fly – and she’s gorgeous ! But she’s a really demanding little madam; she’s running him ragged, screaming at him for any food he gets. He just gives in. Poor dad.

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  January 16, 2019

              Another baby ! What’s her name ?

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  January 16, 2019

              I saw Percy Pookling today, and although he looks jet black side on, from another angle he does have a tinge of bronze.

            • Gezza

               /  January 16, 2019

              I’ve lost track of how many sparrowfledglings have been out there or over the fence or on the fence or up in Charlie’s Tree, flittering their wings at harassed-looking parent birds, making them give them their wheat grains, when they’re big enuf to pick up and eat their own wheat grains & just haven’t worked that out yet.

              I don’t know what Fledgy’s daughter’s name is yet. I’ll have to ask him. I hope it’s not “Cheep”; nobody would want their daughter named that !

            • Kitty Catkin

               /  January 16, 2019

              Especially if she marries Mr Tartt.

              Chirpy would be nice.

              It was funny to see Dad Blackbird crying ‘Bugger this.’ and taking off, leaving one of his daughters squawking on the bird table.

  2. phantom snowflake

     /  January 15, 2019

    • Gezza

       /  January 15, 2019

      I’ll uptick yours if you uptick mine … 😐
      My mokos are very cute. I always hope others will notice that too.

      • Kitty Catkin

         /  January 15, 2019

        That looks like the ones I saw in Canadian petshops at eyewatering prices.

        I was heartbroken to find Hedgie lying in the gutter a few weeks ago. He didn’t show any sign of injury, he must have been sideswiped. The gully is a lovely cemetery. snf, snf.

  3. Conspiratoor

     /  January 15, 2019

    The monkey speaks his mind

    • PartisanZ

       /  January 15, 2019

      So, Conspiratoor, how about elaborating somewhere about this “reprogramming” you’ve undergone?