JawzX
New member
Ok, some of you may find this a bit cazy, even for our community, but here here goes:
I'm a bird huffer.
it started when I was a small child, 6 years old. It was at this time that we got our first chickens. The first time I held a chick up to my face and inhaled I was hooked. Ad the chickens grew up you could often find me carying one of the hens around with my face buried in its back feathers... Smelling the bird smell. Soon it had pogressed to a Budgie, for in house huffing, and then a turkey (I still miss Turkey Lurkey, she was a good bird, and so MUCH bird smell!)
the last of the chickens died of old age, as did the Budgie, and I left home for college... For 14 years my huffing was limited to occasional use of other people's birds, petting zoo visits, and friendly chickens found wandering near farms...
Now I have a bird again full time, and I'm back to my old ways... Every time she sits on my shoulder I can't resist a sniff... A longer sniff... And when she is being tolerant, a full-fledged, nose-burried-in-neck-feathers huff.
*sniiiiiiiiif* ahhhh, the smell of birds! How I love that slightly earthy/dusty feather smell, the slight oily tang of clean, well-preened feathers, it's comforting, addictive, and weird as hell.
So I'm curious, any other huffers out there willing to come out of the closet and share their addiction? Or am I really messed up beyond salvation? An I destined to crouch in a lonely alley corner by myself, sniffing the pidgeons and sparrows after news of my habbit reached my employer, destroying my career and family relations....? Please say I'm not alone here.
anyone? Anyone? Bueler?
I'm a bird huffer.
it started when I was a small child, 6 years old. It was at this time that we got our first chickens. The first time I held a chick up to my face and inhaled I was hooked. Ad the chickens grew up you could often find me carying one of the hens around with my face buried in its back feathers... Smelling the bird smell. Soon it had pogressed to a Budgie, for in house huffing, and then a turkey (I still miss Turkey Lurkey, she was a good bird, and so MUCH bird smell!)
the last of the chickens died of old age, as did the Budgie, and I left home for college... For 14 years my huffing was limited to occasional use of other people's birds, petting zoo visits, and friendly chickens found wandering near farms...
Now I have a bird again full time, and I'm back to my old ways... Every time she sits on my shoulder I can't resist a sniff... A longer sniff... And when she is being tolerant, a full-fledged, nose-burried-in-neck-feathers huff.
*sniiiiiiiiif* ahhhh, the smell of birds! How I love that slightly earthy/dusty feather smell, the slight oily tang of clean, well-preened feathers, it's comforting, addictive, and weird as hell.
So I'm curious, any other huffers out there willing to come out of the closet and share their addiction? Or am I really messed up beyond salvation? An I destined to crouch in a lonely alley corner by myself, sniffing the pidgeons and sparrows after news of my habbit reached my employer, destroying my career and family relations....? Please say I'm not alone here.
anyone? Anyone? Bueler?