Puddings & Toyboys

A blog about my beautiful budgies.

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Remembering Raspy: One year on

This day, last year, was a very, very sad day indeed.  Our Raspy left us.  At the time it felt far too soon for her to go & 12 months later it still feels that she was with us for too short a time.

She is often in my thoughts.  Recently I have been remembering how, when I sat on the (popular) poang chair, she used to spend ages chewing my sleeve, my jumper, my trouser leg, or the chair itself.  Many times I would sit for longer than I intended as I did not want to distract her from her obviously very important mission. 🙂

How I miss that girl.

Remembering Raspy: Little cardboard box

Bezukhov & the little cardboard box

The iodine block is popular here.  They have one in the Manor & one in the spare cage.  There is also another one that had fallen off its holder that I put on top of the spare cage.  I popped it in a little cardboard box that conveniently holds a lot of the dust from where they scrape it.  It has been in the little cardboard box for some time now, always being nibbled so gradually getting smaller & smaller.  The box itself has been in various places, mostly the top of the spare cage & also on the tank on the window ledge.

So, why is this talk of an iodine block in a cardboard box under a “Remembering Raspy” post?

Well, my girl Raspy used to tip the block out & then fling the box over the side.

That was her little routine.  I would hear a thump & look over to see her triumphantly looking at the box on the floor.  Naturally, I would pick it up, pop the iodine block back only for her to dispatch the box again.

Since her passing, the iodine block has stayed in the little cardboard box & the little cardboard box has never gone flying. 

Raspy Bella – tosser of the Little Cardboard Box

Atilla’s still got talent

Atilla is up to her old tricks again. I know that she likes my baggy, green t-shirt & the navy blue one – she likes to go up the sleeve & come out by my belly. I tend not to wear those t-shirts if I have work to be getting on with.  Yesterday she attempted the same with my light blue top, only this top has 3/4 length sleeves that are not so baggy.

After a little perseverance she managed to squeeze her way in, work her way up to my armpit & then emerge by my belly. Then there was no stopping her…. she wanted to go in again… & again…. & again…. It was like a fairground ride where she was the only one queuing.

I showed her a short cut though, where she could come out on my chest.

Here is a video. It’s a bit long as she decided to retrace her steps at one point.

Busy behind the chair

After being too poorly to chew the back of the Poang chair, Atilla has gradually got back into the swing of chewing it again & is now spending quite some time working hard, moulding the chair to her specific requirements.  She is also back to using the HNS (Hand Navigation System) & pinches the pads of my fingers to let me know which direction she wants to go in & can still pack in a nasty nip if I do not obey.

Atilla rearranging the tea towel:

Sometimes she just likes to sit & rest underneath the tea towel:

Where’s Atilla?

Long time no see!

Atilla was well enough to visit the Poang chair today!  I’m sure the chair gave a sigh of relief to feel her chewing it.

The last couple of days Atilla has been quite lively, in her non-sleeping moments.  She tentatively made her way over to the chair, via a pathway of my palms (bit like a sideways one-potato-two-potato with palms, not clenched fist).  Once there, she rested & got her bearings. 

Since then, she has managed to fly there herself, thundering across from the manor.  It was a pleasure to hear the heavy beating of her wings & feel the turbulence in the air where it was displaced as she bombed her way over.  There was no time for exchanging any pleasantries or long-time-no-see’s, as she immediately commenced her chewing.  “Welcome back Atilla!” the chair seemed to say. 🙂

Video proof:

Curly paper

The simple things in life can be the most effective. 

  • Take some plain paper. 
  • Curl it. 
  • Peg it up.

Watch Cagney chew the paper & stay out of trouble for all of 1 minute 6 seconds….

Watch Atilla chew the paper & Cagney join her in chewing the paper……

End result - no more curly paper

Dodgy bell

When cleaning Atilla’s purple lantern mirror & bell the other day, I noticed the bell had some marks, possibly the beginnings of rust.  To be safe, I took the clapperless bell off & threw it away. 

The mirror looked a bit lost without anything dangling from it so I had to add something……. 

Enter, a munch ball!

Atilla & the toyboys did not seem to notice the shiny dangly thing was now brown & chewy.  Or rather, they did notice, but were not that concerned.  Either way, the new-style lantern mirror has been accepted by them & is now part of the Manor furniture.

Thanks go to the magnificent Mikko for raising awareness of the dangers of heavy metal poisoning in budgies: http://highfourbirdtraining.webs.com/losingyou.htm.

Big for his boots?

Is Bezukhov getting too big for his boots?

Too big for his boots?

The last two evenings he has been wanting to get close to Atilla.  This evening, having all spent a trouble-free day locked up in the Manor (thanks to PuddingCam staying online I know this is true) they, read Bezukhov, went a bit mad when let out.

Atilla, as usual, made straight for the Poang chair & ducked under the tea towel to begin chewing.  Interestingly, Bezukhov decided he wanted to sit next to Atilla on the ladder & would not let Cagney sit there.  Of course it was Cagney’s right, as Atilla’s boyfriend, to sit there, so there was a lot of chasing but Bezuky managed to seize the ladder position.

I wanna sit next to her!

However, he then tried to engage with Atilla by pecking at the tea towel & trying to peer underneath it.  Atilla was not impressed & would bang the tea towel back or lunge at him or simply ignore him.  Meanwhile, Cagney was clinging onto the back of the chair to feed Atilla under the cover (to show his rightful position). 

At one point, Bezukhov dared to nip under the tea towel with Atilla!  Sharp intake of breath!  I quickly put my hand there in case he needed a quick getaway & indeed he did & emerged with wide-eyes, very much like he had seen a ghost.  He did not go under that cover again.

Dare I touch her tea towel?

When Atilla stopped chewing & wanted to stretch her wings, both toyboys crowded around her, wanting to be the one closest, even fighting to be the one next to her.  When Atilla tried to break away from them, it looked like a rugby match where she has the ball (or IS the ball!) & the boys race after her & dive on her & it ends in a scrum!  Had there been an opportunity I would have locked Atilla up to give her some peace & left the toyboys out to cool off. 

Strangely, when they are all locked in the Manor, there are no silly shenanigans.  Either way, I think Bezukhov has still been a little big for his boots this evening.

You're such a great leader, boss. I really look up to you!

Hide & seek with a tea towel

Atilla is still obsessed with the back of the Poang chairShe spends a lot of time on the ladder, chewing the tea towels I have draped over the back to protect the chair cover.  She likes spending time under the tea towel & many times Cagney has to bend down to feed her underneath it or sometimes he hangs precariously from the ladder so he can get food into her whilst she is hiding in a hanging part of the tea towel.

(Click on photos to enlarge)

More rollers

Atilla still has a fascination with blue, velcro rollers.

It seems that reaching out from perching on my finger was not enough, so she climbed on my head to investigate more thoroughly….