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this AM, when we turned on the dryer, we smelled gas. so we are now waiting for PGE to come investigate, which puts an annoying damper on our sunday plans (this weekend is out anniversary weekend).
so we are hanging out with the flock away from the back of the house (where the dryer is), and venting the utility room.
our foster bird, Deacon is a bit skittery around new things, loud noises, etc. as his last home had none of that. he is used to dead silence for hours on end, and my house is soooo not like that.
anyway, we have both doors open and just the screen doors closed to keep ventilation going on. and someone out on the street honked their horn pretty darn loud. it scared all the flock, but Deacon especially. and he has been radically clipped his whole life, so he has very little control over his flying ability (or landing ability) like my guys, who fly to a new area and survey what has happened.
Deacon flew off and disappeared into a corner! his cage is in the dining room, and the corner i refer to has a corner shlef with knick knacks, and upended antique chest, and my cham's enclosure on top of that. he bolted over there and when i went to pick him off the floor, he was gone!
we turned off the radio, called his name over and over, got a flashlight. he wedged himself pretty good between the wall and chest (behind Vila the cham's enclosure) and finally we saw him walk to us on the floor when he felt safe. we were just about to dismantle my poor cham's area to get him, too.
Deacon has come a long way in the last week, learning to trust us. he knows we are not going to bully him, force him to do anything unless safety requires it, and we are going to offer him choice. he is responding really well now. at first he was angry, which i cannot blame him for. now he is becoming trusting and loving. yay Deacon!
so we are hanging out with the flock away from the back of the house (where the dryer is), and venting the utility room.
our foster bird, Deacon is a bit skittery around new things, loud noises, etc. as his last home had none of that. he is used to dead silence for hours on end, and my house is soooo not like that.
anyway, we have both doors open and just the screen doors closed to keep ventilation going on. and someone out on the street honked their horn pretty darn loud. it scared all the flock, but Deacon especially. and he has been radically clipped his whole life, so he has very little control over his flying ability (or landing ability) like my guys, who fly to a new area and survey what has happened.
Deacon flew off and disappeared into a corner! his cage is in the dining room, and the corner i refer to has a corner shlef with knick knacks, and upended antique chest, and my cham's enclosure on top of that. he bolted over there and when i went to pick him off the floor, he was gone!
we turned off the radio, called his name over and over, got a flashlight. he wedged himself pretty good between the wall and chest (behind Vila the cham's enclosure) and finally we saw him walk to us on the floor when he felt safe. we were just about to dismantle my poor cham's area to get him, too.
Deacon has come a long way in the last week, learning to trust us. he knows we are not going to bully him, force him to do anything unless safety requires it, and we are going to offer him choice. he is responding really well now. at first he was angry, which i cannot blame him for. now he is becoming trusting and loving. yay Deacon!