Betrisher
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- Jun 3, 2013
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- Parrots
- Dominic: Galah(RIP: 1981-2018); The Lovies: Four Blue Masked Lovebirds; Barney and Madge (The Beaks): Alexandrines; Miss Rosetta Stone: Little Corella
Well! I knew the day would come eventually, but I got a real surprise at the outcome!
I was sitting at the kitchen table with my Hunn, companionably munching on Vegemite sandwiches. Dominic, as usual, was perched on top of his fridge, having not long finished his own lunch of pellets and greens. When I'm at home alone, I usually share with Dommie, giving him a few crumbs from whatever I'm having. Today, I forgot, being deep in conversation with my Hunn.
Suddenly, Dominic lost his temper and a) raised his hat to its fullest extent and let out an ear-splitting squawk and b) leaped from the fridge and alighted on the table between Hunn and me. A flurry of junk mail went everywhere as Dom achieved his objective, which was the remains of Hunn's Vegemite sandwich nestled happily on his plate. Having achieved a great gollop of bread crust, Dominic then exerted his ownership over the table by galloping across to shift my hands off it. He does this whenever he's feeling a bit stressed or put-upon, so it doesn't worry me. We smiled benignly at Dommie and continued munching on our sandwiches and discussing the brilliance of Joan Baez, whom we were listening to on the radio.
Without the slightest warning, Seamus, our red-headed cat jumped up onto the table. I'm embarrassed to say that he always does that - despite any amount of yelling or bellowing or spraying him with water, the darned cat just insinuates himself onto the table when everyone's otherwise occupied and before you know it, he's snoring away and enjoying the Sleep of the Just.
Not today.
In the exact moment Seamus landed on his table, Dominic raised his hat again, spread his wings to their fullest extent and raced to take a healthy chomp out of Seamus' nose!!! Poor Seamus let out a screech to wake the dead and the last I saw of him, he was racing up the back yard like a bat outta hell. Dominic, on the other hand, did an almost comical lap of victory around his table, hat raised and wings extended. How I wish I'd had a camera to record his shenanigans!
The upshot of this story, though, is that every time Dominic let out his usual 'I'm just checking on you' calls this afternoon, Seamus shot out the back door and up the back yard. I think a Learning Experience has occurred in my home today. Seamus has never been very keen to approach Dominic and now I believe he'll be even less so. You'll be pleased to hear no blood was shed, but Seamus has a tender spot on his face where Dommie's beak hit home, poor baby.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with my Hunn, companionably munching on Vegemite sandwiches. Dominic, as usual, was perched on top of his fridge, having not long finished his own lunch of pellets and greens. When I'm at home alone, I usually share with Dommie, giving him a few crumbs from whatever I'm having. Today, I forgot, being deep in conversation with my Hunn.
Suddenly, Dominic lost his temper and a) raised his hat to its fullest extent and let out an ear-splitting squawk and b) leaped from the fridge and alighted on the table between Hunn and me. A flurry of junk mail went everywhere as Dom achieved his objective, which was the remains of Hunn's Vegemite sandwich nestled happily on his plate. Having achieved a great gollop of bread crust, Dominic then exerted his ownership over the table by galloping across to shift my hands off it. He does this whenever he's feeling a bit stressed or put-upon, so it doesn't worry me. We smiled benignly at Dommie and continued munching on our sandwiches and discussing the brilliance of Joan Baez, whom we were listening to on the radio.
Without the slightest warning, Seamus, our red-headed cat jumped up onto the table. I'm embarrassed to say that he always does that - despite any amount of yelling or bellowing or spraying him with water, the darned cat just insinuates himself onto the table when everyone's otherwise occupied and before you know it, he's snoring away and enjoying the Sleep of the Just.
Not today.
In the exact moment Seamus landed on his table, Dominic raised his hat again, spread his wings to their fullest extent and raced to take a healthy chomp out of Seamus' nose!!! Poor Seamus let out a screech to wake the dead and the last I saw of him, he was racing up the back yard like a bat outta hell. Dominic, on the other hand, did an almost comical lap of victory around his table, hat raised and wings extended. How I wish I'd had a camera to record his shenanigans!
The upshot of this story, though, is that every time Dominic let out his usual 'I'm just checking on you' calls this afternoon, Seamus shot out the back door and up the back yard. I think a Learning Experience has occurred in my home today. Seamus has never been very keen to approach Dominic and now I believe he'll be even less so. You'll be pleased to hear no blood was shed, but Seamus has a tender spot on his face where Dommie's beak hit home, poor baby.
