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Daily Drama 30

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Daily Drama 30

I was away for a couple days, and when I returned, Dobby kept his eye on me. He can see me in the living room from this vantage point.

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Note the resident mallards.

Dobby was extra naughty to teach me a lesson.

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Boom! Crash! Garbage cans make a big noise!

So I rewarded him with a nice hot soaking tub. Also known as a wading pool.

In other news, a new Muscovy Maiden has officially joined the flock just a short ten days after her arrival and quarantine here. In comparison with the bullies I picked up from Pasado’s Safe Haven who took about five months to integrate, this is a stunning achievement. In fact, none of the mallard-derived domestic drakes (and including my gay Muscovy Drake, Romeo) are interested in a Muscovy hen, so she has been an uncomplicated addition. Plus, she easily passed muster with Winky, my Muscovy hen, who doesn’t seem to know she’s a duck, so no contest there.

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Carmen Miranda, crest up

Carmen Miranda, the new Muscovy hen, earned her name by flashing her crest readily and constantly, as if forming a question mark over her head at each new discovery. She is still young, a spring bird transitioning through her first year. She is very poised, but aggressive when appropriate. She has been very excited about joining this flock and convinced me that she could hold her own among them. She has a little story, and a duck friend and five hens who may join her here, sooner or later. I stopped asking questions when the words “stem cell” came up and seemed to hang in the air. At that point, I just asked what I can do to help.

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Romeo, front center, Carmen’s little white head behind pool

She must have been eyeing the pool from her pen, because she went directly to it and now spends a lot of time near the steps.

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Run! Godzilla is coming!

When Carmen emerged from her isolation pen, all the drakes charged in there to check out her food and small wading pool. I almost got a photo of them all milling around in there, but suddenly they came out almost as fast as they had gone in.

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“Mine”

Dobby had to check it out first, apparently.

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Norman the goose keeps an eye on little Carmen, center right of photo. Note the blurry crow landing to her right!

Carmen’s hen friends should pose no problems here, but I am concerned about the duck. My drakes will no doubt find a white Peking duck to be the most exciting thing at the farm since Cleopatra, my last remaining female Rouen. I rehomed her to bring peace to the farmyard. Carmen’s friend might as well be named Marilyn Monroe for all the excitement she will cause around her, yet I am reluctant to separate her from her friends. Carmen is already here (she had to have her wings clipped) and she suffered no separation anxiety, but I know not where poor Marilyn will end up. I can keep her here, in her own pen, indefinitely, but it is not a good long-term solution. Please let me know if you hear of a suitable home for her. And stay tuned for The Carmen Story, which will be written when it is time.

Foreground, LtoR: Vinny, Sal, Fabio, Emilio, Tony, Norman the goose, Shamrock, Boxcar, Cubicle the goose, & Boondock. Back behind the fence, LtoR: Carmen, Winky, & Romeo

The flock was pretty excited about getting into the yard, again. They were more excited about their freedom than the new duck, so it was a good time to let her out.

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The Lurker

Dobby just had to be in charge, though.

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Run! Godzilla is coming!

He kept rounding them up and putting them away, like a Border Collie being paid by the piece.

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The following day, Dobby is still watching me like a hawk.

Now that we are past the solstice, our early winter has backed off enough for fall weather to try again. With milder temperatures, dry ground, and even some sunny breakthroughs I was finally able to clean out the dovecote. I wish I had been able to do it earlier, before my December birthday, because my back has aged another year with the rest of me, and hauling out over 100 gallons of sodden wood chips set me back a bit. Fortunately, the Funny Farm has a bartender on staff. This no joking matter.

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Indian Ringneck Doves

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The hardest part is keeping them from breeding.

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They are so friendly, and the cooing is soothing.

I counted 21 in there but it’s not easy to feel confident about the count. There’s a pigeon in there, too.

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Dobby wanted to come in as much as I wanted to keep him OUT. That white dove is The Pirate’s mom.

Dobby was perturbed by my lingering in the dove area. He watched and “helped” for a long while, but I was later informed that he managed to register *3* complaints in the kitchen while I was occupied with Not For Dobby activities. Spending the day outdoors, but not with The Prince, is NOT APPROVED.

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“Sit? That’s so lame. How about this?”

I told him to sit for this photo, but he struck this pose instead. He stood there like this for quite a while.

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Harness schmarness

No day is complete without a trip to the front yard to eat corn, grass, and bamboo. As you can see, he suffered a terrible mishap out there: his harness is wonky. It was so dark by the time we got out there I didn’t manage to get his harness on correctly. He doesn’t seem to mind as much about that any more.

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Whiskey Sour, Specialty of the House

I wasn’t joking.

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The End

Daily Drama 23

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Daily Drama 23

Dobby bit another hose this morning. He seems to know which ones are “live,” as in under pressure and “on.” So I heard it spraying before I saw it. Serves me right for leaving him to play in the aviary with his hens.

There’s a crow poking a hole in Dobby’s nice bed out on the deck. There was a tiny frayed piece, but I just saw the crow sticking his beak in there to really ream it out. Thanks a  lot. This particular crow has very badly scaled feet. It looks like he walked through wet concrete, so I have named him Gambino.

The guinea pigs had a visitor earlier this week, so Carl, Fred, and Stevie had a celebration with cilantro and wheatgrass! Dobby managed to steal the show, and scored big with corn and a HUGE bunch of bamboo! He’s still munching on the bamboo.

The Bartender

I thought these photos were funnier than anything I have on hand at the moment. And that explains THAT! There are a bunch more of these funny photos if you follow the link below:

http://www.boredpanda.com/hamster-bartender-miniature-bar-kawanabesatou/

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The big news all happened yesterday. Shana came to visit and brought a huge bucket of treats for Dobby! I’ll tell that story when I have a bit more time. The other big news is that The Pirate, my little white handicapped dove that lives indoors is a LADY Pirate! She laid an egg in her cage yesterday to prove it!

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Dobby and the BIG bucket of treats!

This morning I discovered a crow in the aviary. I must have accidentally locked him in last night.

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The gate is open, and the crow is visible in the fig tree at the top right corner of the opening.

He wasn’t very eager to leave and perched on the open gate twice before making his final decision.

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Breakfast?

Not too upset about his overnight incarceration, he flew directly over to Dobby’s breakfast area to evaluate the leftovers.

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Munch munch munch

Finally, the goldfish in Dobby’s swimming pool were swimming so furiously, I treated them to some official Goldfish Food. Their job is mosquito abatement (there are no freeloaders here) so I consider actual food to be a reward for work well done. Dobby hopped up to watch and chowed down on the TOP STEP, thus solving the mystery of what REALLY happens to the steps over time.