Clara guarding above, baby below
Saturday May 30th 2009, 7:09 pm
Filed under: Wildlife

imgp7683imgp7687Trying to be productive while not wanting to miss a thing: how to get skeins turned into balls, finally, about 4000 yards’ worth that have needed it for some time.

Yesterday Veer spent hours on the lower ledge looking like he was trying to get up the courage to let go and take off but he just couldn’t quite bring himself to.  Then when it was getting too dark to anyway, he tried to rouse his sisters, who’d settled down in the nestbox–go, go, I wanted to fly today, what if I don’t get to, come with me now, let’s go!

VEER.  Shut UP.  So then he bounced across their backsides and tails with those huge feet of his, at which they got up and yelled at him. He ran out to the nearer ledge, walked behind the box, came back the other side and laid down too.  But not before he’d pushed them out of the coveted corner spot.

Little brothers!

Today after more of the same agonizing, he made the leap and flew to the upper ledge, somewhere only the parents had gone before.  He then flew along half its length, ran the rest, and stood there king of all he surveyed, flapping his wings, tucking them in, watching white down feathers fluffing past from the nest area, judging distances.  Finally his mother apparently thought, enough of this, and landed nearby up there with prey. He snatched it right out of her grasp and flew straight down to the safety of the runway.   Go Mom! Thank you for rescuing me from myself! Phew!


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I waiting to go up an elevator at the Borgata so I can buy tickets to the Moody Blues for Neil’s birthday gift. The phone rings. I hate to talk on the phone in the elevator. But it was Becky
“Mom, you know the name of an electrian?” hissed “why?” “because we keep blowing out a fuse” “Horn Electric” “who?” “HORN ELECTRIC” I hung up and apologized to the elevator saying “she’s 22, but she still calls, what can I say?” It got into a big discussion of what was the wierdest phone conversation they had from a offspring (the one that wanted to know how to fix a crack in the inground pool wins in my book) and a general agreement that Horn Electric were the best in town.

Comment by Afton 05.30.09 @ 7:40 pm

I hand wind my yarn on the back of a
I’m getting pretty good at it to;)
Love the pictures and updates.
((((((hugging You)))) Darcy

Comment by Darcy 05.30.09 @ 8:17 pm

Wow! Your description and photo are great!

At a dinner party, one of the guests, an obnoxiously loud young man, tried to make clever remarks about everyone and everything. When he was served a piece of meat, he picked it up with his fork, held it up and smirked: ‘Is this pig?’ Another guest, sitting opposite, asked quietly, ‘Which end of the fork are you referring to?’


The doctor called Ms. Smith: “Ma’m your check came back..!” Ms.Smith: “So did my arthritis…”

The doctor answered the phone and heard the familiar voice of a colleague on the other end of the line. “We need a fourth for poker,” said the friend. “I’ll be right over,” whispered the doctor. As he was putting on his coat, his wife asked, “Is it serious?” “Oh yes, quite serious,” said the doctor gravely. “In fact, there are three doctors there already!”

The patient to his Doctor:”It is ringing in my ears all the time,what should I do?”
The Doctor: “Just don’t answer it.

Comment by Don Meyer 05.30.09 @ 9:32 pm

Mommies are always watching over & caring for their young…it’s a very comforting thought:)
I hope you & Don are both on the mend.

Comment by TripletMom 05.30.09 @ 9:32 pm

Hmm, he sounds a lot like my little mailes, a.k.a. my sons. I guess Veer is not alone in having a “birdbrain”. I can just imagine sharing the laest from my progeny with his mother and capping it with “What can we do? They are boys…”

Comment by Henya 05.30.09 @ 11:28 pm

Quite the little daredevil, adventurer and more. Quite a crowd of cheerleaders.

Comment by Joansie 05.31.09 @ 5:33 am

At least her chicks will grow up and go their own way. Mine have called me from Michigan, California, and Texas asking “Is the nurse in?”

They haven’t tumbled that I’ll ALWAYS say “see your doctor”. Hey, I’m retired. What do I know?

Comment by Barbara-Kay 05.31.09 @ 5:57 am

In February 2008 we went to Magdalena Island, a Magellanic penguin reserve off the coast of southern Chile. It’s an experience engraved in my mind.
Magellanic penguins nest in burrows in the rocky ground, and that late in their summer season, the “babies” were nearly as big as their parents though they didn’t have adult coloration yet. (It may have been summer, but I was comfortable in a winter jacket, gloves and a hat.)
The rules were that we were to keep to the path and not go within 10 feet of the penguins. The penguins weren’t paying attention and if you stood still they walked right over your feet. I had recently broken my ankle, so I was pokey while the rest of the group continued. It gave me the luxury of closely watching a family whose nest was close to the path.
Mom, dad, one adolescent kid who was horsing around. (Guess I’m sexist — I’m sure it was a boy, but then I have 4 grandsons who are taller than I. 😉 Most families seemed to have only one kid, so I was surprised when a second one came out of the burrow. He’s clearly someone who wakes up cranky and he immediately began bugging his sib — poking, then scooting away, then bumping with his lower body, then scooting, accompanied with continuous almost duck-like squawks.
The kids were apparently roughhousing way too close to home. Mom finally had it, slapped the initiator “upside the head” and told him to behave. When he didn’t calm down, Mom continued to pummel him, telling him off the whole time, til he retreated back to the burrow. Then she blocked it so he couldn’t get out. You could just hear her think, ” What a brat! I’m still the Mom here!”
As if that wasn’t wonderful enough, on the ferry I got 2 locally made alpaca sweaters for about $20 each. When I wear mine I can’t help but smile!

Comment by Carol Telsey 05.31.09 @ 8:21 am

Boys! They do like to test their limits, don’t they?

Comment by Channon 05.31.09 @ 11:54 am

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