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lederhosen and I went for an evening walk with the beautiful spaniel to one of the local bushland areas. It's generically known as "Central Park" because it's beside Central Avenue, but in reality I think it's just a patch of ground that's been left as bush around a creek. I hope it stays that way.
Wildlife isn't that unusual - we saw the skin-and-bones of a dead blue-tongue lizard, the sort that are in every backyard here but sell for $200 in Prehistoric Pets in LA. But as we walked down the top path, we could see a brightly-coloured parrot in a tree ahead, and something just wasn't right.
There are lots of beautifully coloured birds in Australia, and we're lucky enough to have some feeding from the grass seeds in the back yard. However, they tend to be fairly skittish and not-at-all happy about humans coming too near. This one was just sitting in the tree, watching us.
As we approached, he moved along the branch, and I could see that he was limping. That area is a popular place to walk dogs, and thus this beautiful bird (later confirmed as a young male King Parrot) would rapidly become dog-food. It was time for decisive action!
The dog was tied to a tree well up the path, and Art removed his shirt to aid in the capture. The next 5 minutes must have looked like a Marx Brothers' movie - the bird in the bushes trying to hide and us trying to work our way around various branches and stick-bits and trying not to kill the poor thing accidentally. It must have been in pain or bad condition, because him really didn't try very hard, and we finally had him wrapped in the shirt and could take him home.
An old milk-crate with a newspaper inside made a useful holding box (the tails are incredibly long so a shoebox just wasn't big enough). We contacted our local WIRES office and their local volunteer lady came to pick up our feathered lodger.
Hopefully he's OK, but you can understand why this drove all other things from my brain.
Here he is, looking pathetic in the milk-crate.
(If the picture doesn't show, go to http://www.geocities.com/cutondogor/areapics/ and look at "birdy.jpg")
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lederhosen and I went for an evening walk with the beautiful spaniel to one of the local bushland areas. It's generically known as "Central Park" because it's beside Central Avenue, but in reality I think it's just a patch of ground that's been left as bush around a creek. I hope it stays that way.Wildlife isn't that unusual - we saw the skin-and-bones of a dead blue-tongue lizard, the sort that are in every backyard here but sell for $200 in Prehistoric Pets in LA. But as we walked down the top path, we could see a brightly-coloured parrot in a tree ahead, and something just wasn't right.
There are lots of beautifully coloured birds in Australia, and we're lucky enough to have some feeding from the grass seeds in the back yard. However, they tend to be fairly skittish and not-at-all happy about humans coming too near. This one was just sitting in the tree, watching us.
As we approached, he moved along the branch, and I could see that he was limping. That area is a popular place to walk dogs, and thus this beautiful bird (later confirmed as a young male King Parrot) would rapidly become dog-food. It was time for decisive action!
The dog was tied to a tree well up the path, and Art removed his shirt to aid in the capture. The next 5 minutes must have looked like a Marx Brothers' movie - the bird in the bushes trying to hide and us trying to work our way around various branches and stick-bits and trying not to kill the poor thing accidentally. It must have been in pain or bad condition, because him really didn't try very hard, and we finally had him wrapped in the shirt and could take him home.
An old milk-crate with a newspaper inside made a useful holding box (the tails are incredibly long so a shoebox just wasn't big enough). We contacted our local WIRES office and their local volunteer lady came to pick up our feathered lodger.
Hopefully he's OK, but you can understand why this drove all other things from my brain.
Here he is, looking pathetic in the milk-crate.
(If the picture doesn't show, go to http://www.geocities.com/cutondogor/areapics/ and look at "birdy.jpg")
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Date: 2003-02-11 06:49 pm (UTC)On my way to the parrot pic, I couln't help stopping by an austensible Monitor. Now I don't know if maybe it wasn't a picture you wanted people to monitor, or maybe it was the lizard that collects the lunch money, but the one thing it wasn't was a Monitor Lizard. Actually, and in it's own way more pleasingly, the lizard in question is a Dragon. Technically an Eastern Water Dragon unless I miss my guess.
So should I keep monitoring that picture?
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Date: 2003-02-11 10:37 pm (UTC)I'll ensure I use the correct terminology later. Did you see Subtlety?
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Date: 2003-02-11 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-12 11:49 am (UTC)Hope the little feathered guy is okay in the end. :-)