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birdy dude ranch

birds like to get away, every now and then.

when my people have to leave town for more than a couple of days, they take me up north to ukiah to stay with gary and his other birds. gary used to live in the city with his 50 pigeons, give or take a few. we first met him when he was referred to us by animal care and control as the pigeon guru of the pacific. gary turned my people on to lots of good stuff for me and has let me stay in one of his pigeon lofts from time to time.

i have met a lot of different pigeons at gary’s place. he has a diverse crowd, from carneaus to jacobins to rock doves like me. i usually stay in the loft with the more seasoned pigeons. they have seen it all and are not nearly as feisty as the other birds. all together, they are a very chill crowd to hang with. we don’t get to fly like the other birds in the other lofts, but with all of the hawks around, that’s fine by me.

i did have to learn a few things when i first came here. at home i have my own cage and eat as i please. my people say that i am picky, but i just know what i like. i can’t help it if i have taste. at gary’s place we eat at set times and it is every bird for himself. if you don’t get in right away, you may be left with nothing but corn. of course, the best safflower and peas go first. however, if you are the new guy, you must not overstep your bounds. i learned that the hard way. ouch.

the other thing about gary’s place is that we all share the loft and it is outside. it’s well protected, but i had never really slept anywhere that wasn’t vacuumed every week and temperature controlled. also, there are no comforters or hardwood floors here. oh yeah - there are no lights. you get up and go to bed with the sun.

my people say it is has taught me how to be a bird. i am not sure what they mean, because it has really only taught me about roughing it in the country.

that’s why i call it ‘birdy dude ranch’

where have we been?

we were away for a bit.

didn’t mention it before we left, because frankly we had no warning either.

see the way it works when we don’t actually get to go on the vactation, is this - one day everything is groovy and we are hanging out around the house. suddenly there is a flurry of laundry being done, our people running errands and talking on the phone a lot, our beds and cages get washed, we get bathed in haste, our food and toys being packed up and suddenly we are being whisked away. sometimes we go to the same place. sometimes not.

it’s a constant, crazed acceleration to our departure. our people don’t give us any warning or hints until the craziness begins and wait until the last moment to finally own up to the fact that we are staying behind. they think this will cause us less stress and angst about the fact that we can’t go.

people logic, i just don’t know.

socks are hot

i dig socks.

see, i don’t have a girlfriend or partner. honestly, in some ways, i prefer socks. socks don’t give me any grief or have any expectations. they are close to my size and soft.

when my people leave socks around, i find them immediately. i swoop in and dance and sing around them. i court them and woo them, and they are always happy to see me. they love my songs and especially love the way i dance. i can tell.

sometimes we just cuddle together. sometimes i dance with my sock, throwing her around with my beak in a impassioned tango. always, it’s give and take as my sock gives me that coquettish look.

socks are hot.

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