How do these parrots and parakeets know the cats won’t hurt them–even when they go out of their way to tease and bother kitty? Like, it would be soooo easy to be turned into an expensive mouthful of feathers!
Well, okay, some of those grey parrots are as big or bigger than the kittens they’re playing with: and they don’t hurt the kittens, although I’m sure they could.
The more you watch animals, the more surprises you get.
You can’t do much better than a pet who can play games with you and talk. All right, it’s only peek-a-boo–but how badly would you want a cockatiel who could beat you at chess?
Thanks to Patty’s friend Carol for this sweet video.
One of these video clips reminds me of the old Babylonian folk song, “Thar’s a Mayfly Moltin’ on My Knee.”
Then there’s the cockatoo cleaning out the sock drawer, and the chuckwalla who gets himself stuck in a knothole. And the hummingbird who wants to nest in some guy’s hair.
You just never know what to expect from animals.
Mr. Nature here. Somehow the combination of bright red cardinals, pure white snow, and green pine boughs strikes me as irresistibly Christmasy. I’ll bet I’m not the only one, either.
God’s handiwork is all around us, all the time, sometimes whispering, sometimes singing, sometimes shouting, “God is nigh! God is nigh.”
It takes all kinds of critters to get a man the jitters–especially when they’re in full voice. Like, somebody’s pet gecko is a touch-me-not–and what was that fox trying to tell us?
When we used to have our vacations at the shore, there was a bird that came out late at night and made noises like a Friday the Thirteenth soundtrack. We never could find out what kind of bird it was.
It is said the town of Bismuth, Texas, has a Hereford bull that doubles as an auctioneer, but I don’t believe it.
Nice day, nice suburban neighborhood, man takes his wife for a stroll in her wheelchair–and the wildlife objects! And escorts them out.
I’ve heard Ben Franklin wanted the wild turkey, not the bald eagle, for our national bird, because the turkey is more valiant than the eagle. The wild turkey takes no guff from anyone; and if you’ve never seen one before, and then come upon one suddenly–well, it’s quite startling.
Who’s the boss of the barnyard? The cat? The rooster? The dog? Well, it turns out it’s the duck. Who would’ve thought it?
A few of the ducks in this video I suspect of being geese, and we know how tough geese are, so they shouldn’t count. Besides… these ducks don’t need any help.
Linda loved these “Mr. Nature” posts, so here’s one for her. As you can see, the baby cardinal’s not in the nest, which means he can fly, sort of. But he still wants to be fed, and he’s keeping his mother quite busy.
This summer, the cardinals in our yard had a problem child who flew out of the nest–without a lot of experience to do it well–and landed in the overgrown jungle of our garden, where he peeped and peeped rather piteously. I wished I could do something to help, but thought it wiser not to intervene. The mother and father kept going back and forth, feeding and comforting the baby. They finally got his self-confidence back up to where it should be, and all three safely flew away.
I’ve never had a pet bird, not even a canary or a parakeet; but I love watching videos of cockatiels. They’ve got personality! And note the cozy relationships between birds and dogs, birds and cats–another little peek into what God has in store for us, way down the road.
I can’t say any of my lizards ever laughed, and I had a lot of different kinds of lizards. None of my cats ever laughed, either. But oh, I love the sound of a gull laughing!
And what is it about dogs and cats that send babies into rolls and rolls of merry laughter? Don’t we wish we understood that batter? It may be a treasure just waiting to be unearthed.
And check out the dog who won’t let the toddler open the drawer and play with the cutlery. Extra milk-bones for him!