Bird Blog

On Saturday morning I saw a big-fat Kestrel. It was perched in a tree watching me. I growled to alert everyone. No one seemed to listen. I was scared. I tried to be still, but I couldn't. I was certain I'd been spotted so I panicked. I let out an alarm call as I flew away. Unfortunately, I ran into the wall and that kind of smarted. My person came and got me and tried to calm me down, but I don't think he understood the danger. I flew again and hit the wall again. This time he grabbed me and put me in my cage where I feel safe. I guess that's what I wanted anyway. You can't be too careful when there's a Kestrel around.

My people come and go. I can hardly keep track of them. When they come home, I like to tell them about my day. I use my loud voice because they don't seem to hear me when I talk quietly. They don't seem that old, but maybe they're getting on.

I'm a busy bird. Eating is a priority, of course, but I also like to watch my friends outside. They seem to work really hard for their food. Mine is always right in front of me. I'm a lucky bird and I tell them so. Last year there was a Robin family that nested nearby. During the day they'd come and roost on the window sill so we could chat. I told them it was ok to poop on the sill. We got a good chuckle out of that one. I miss them this year.

I woke up and it was dark. Finally I heard someone's voice and waited for my cover to be removed. I heard noises in the kitchen: cabinets being opened, dishes, silverware, water running, the microwave. Finally he opened the covers and let me out. I got some itches on my head and then perched on his fingers and we went to the Gold Cage in the kitchen. This is pretty exciting because there is a lot of food out on the counter and the curtains are opened so I can see the birds outside feeding at the bird-feeder. I get better food than that and I tell them so in my loud voice. I go on and on because I'm so happy watching my food being made. He keeps some for himself, which is alright with me because I always have plenty. Here's what I usually get: oatmeal with raisins, apple slices, grape slices, cherries, fresh water, fresh crunchies (nuts and some pellets that are supposed to be good for me, but I usually just ignore them; they smell funny), and fruit bits. Good stuff. After he cleans up, he puts my dishes in the cage and takes me back to it. He makes a big production out of making sure that I'll be alright for the day. As if. Yeah, I'm fine. You can go now. So he goes. I watch him ride his bicycle down the driveway with that funny looking hat on. I don't think the other birds associate him with me so I guess it's alright.