Hello in there...

 

Julie mentioned the casino before we went to sleep- the last topic of the day. It didn't preoccupy my thoughts, dreaming of a small win etc... I couldn't even remember the band we saw the first time, although we did win $538! 

The Beatles tribute band was on the second trip. You can;t forget seeing that show, just because it's "The Beatles". Her friends were in town for the show, calling to see where we lived from there- if we were nearby. I'm not sure what  show is this Saturday. 9:54 AM

My friend is adding to the vibrations. I'm distracted and, Riley seems to want out but I took his collar off last night, in order to install one of my rings on it. 

Julie wanted a key ring added to it so she can find something to clip the linehook to. The long double coat makes it difficult to even find the collar. And when you find it, the ring is difficult to find. 

The buckle is made of plastic, snapping together but the plastic clip broke off on one side. The lifespan of the plastic integrity lasted a little over a year. 

And, when I looked at the ring in question, I realized that I couldn't do what I wanted which was to put one of my rings on it because I had no key ring.

Anyway, I can't find a collar which only leaves him the backyard. Well, he wants out the front yard. 

Riley resolves to just want to play with me, and I go on to cleaning Rocky's cage because I found a filter scoop in my travels.

Coos and clucks, and the rattle of steel wire cage... The Crazy Pigeon Lady discusses procreating cages for pigeons. 

Riley lies, sleeping on the floor near me. 

William is definitely a cockbird. He's pretty full of himself. 

As I observed them, they were confused. They were looking for each other. The one I named Bernice is using the cardboard nesting box, making me think that maybe it is a female, and they haven't been paired correctly or they are siblings. Before separating them, it looked as though they were kissing but then there was fighting. Maybe I should build a pairing cage, just so I have one ready when I need it.

A pairing cage is just a cage with a removable wall in the middle, that keeps the birds you want to pair from seeing each other.

After a period of days, where they are cooing and calling to each other, you remove the board.

Putting the board back in after a short period of time, they will go back to calling out. The wanting grows and grows. And finally, after a sufficient number of days- they are mated as a pair.

Pigeons are monogamous, mating for life. They live up to 14 years.

At this point, as far as determining the sex of "Bernice," I'm waiting for an egg to tell the truth.

11:11 Bernice is "Bernie" now. Doing his cockbird dance, cooing and clucking just like big bad Bill. Whether he'll ever be sweet William, time can only tell. Now I have to go get two girls.

If I don't get them paired up and mated, they'll always be a problem. And, selling them to get rid of them isn't the right thing to do. The next person will be clueless at how to care for it/them, and they'll end up neglected and living a miserable life. And the ability of understanding that is part of the gifts of being an empath and tuning in to consciousness.

On the off chance that I happened upon someone knowledgeable, that knew of the needs, that would be a blessing but the likelihood of that is slim to none.

Julie is going out to visit the grandkids anyway. It would make it convenient to hit the farm to pick them up but there's the problem of making sure I get two birds that aren't already "dating". The guy didn't seem that concerned with these kinds of details when I got them. 

Actually, I recall him saying that the frillbacks were on eggs when I got them but I could be wrong. 11:20

10:15 PM Having gotten some chores done, I decided to do the Mad Zack Radio Show at 1:00.

It was a good show, where I featured yesterday's journal entry/blog- my ongoing journal mostly. Both, myself and Brandon, played an improv. And, he is the third person to be on, after seeking me out.

Earlier, I was lamenting the legacy of John Prine, and how much I loved his music and person. Come April 7, the singing mailman will be three years gone. Oh, yes. His hanging with Kristofferson 'prolly changed the world a little for a lot.

What's funny is, my friend that I give the credit for turning me on to John, tried to kill me. I wrote about it once or twice.  "...Hello in there. Hello" 10:29