Carly Lu’s Flight Blog

Shiera is home! She is in good shape, minus all those nice wing feathers she grew in last winter.

Shiera piggy-backed out of the house Saturday, Nov 7, got brushed by the screen and flew. She spent an hour in the top of a 70 ft eucalyptus tree, got scared out by a crow, then flew high across the park, calling back and forth to me, until I lost sight of her. I put up posters around the neighborhood, called, searched, contacted vets, pet stores, put ads online, in newspapers, on 911 Parrot Alert. She has the best recall indoors of all my birds, but has no experience outdoors at all, on a harness or otherwise. She called to me from the tree (including “come ‘ere! come ‘ere!”) and back and forth to the emergency recall whistle. But she had no idea how to fly down, and her last flight looked very panicky. After a few days, my best hope was that she’d made it down to someone’s yard, who knows where, and they’d taken her in.

It turns out she was found Monday, Nov 9, in downtown La Jolla, about 5 km away, when she dove down next to a coffee shop and landed among some boxes. A couple saw her and took her home. They are actors from NYC, and one is performing in a play here until mid December, so they are just temporary residents. The guy has a cockatiel back home. They went to Petsmart (where I had a poster up) and bought her a nice cage, a bunch of food, and toys. They clipped her wings a bit because she was spooking in the house and they were afraid she’d hurt herself on the windows. Two days later they took her to one of our few board certified avian vets, Dr. Jenkins (where I had left information about my lost bird also). Despite fitting the description to a T, no one there made the connection, but they gave her an exam, a psittacosis test, blood test, and nail trim. AND clipped her wings even more, and bobbed the end off her tail. AND told the couple she was probably a male. This vet has a reputation for being good, but is not well liked. I’m stunned that he — or someone on hs staff — clipped her tail and couldn’t even recognize the difference between a male and female cockatiel!

The couple were considering taking her back to New York, or giving her to his sister who lives in town. For some reason today he thought to check Craigslist. He called and said she looked exactly like the bird in the picture. I’m very grateful they called after falling in love and taking very good care of her.

Here’s where she was found (she was heading east, very high and fast when we lost contact):

[oops -- cancelled idisk, picture back soon!]

So, my little house bird has travelled further than either of the Greys ever has! The biggest distance Carly has ever gone is less than a mile (1.6 km) down the beach. The furthest away she has been when she was missing (i.e., taken in by someone) is about a quarter mile from where we were on the beach.

So we are all happy now. But this winter, instead of learning how to fly, Shiera is having to learn how NOT to fly. She’s done quite a few take-offs and clunks down to the ground. But I have all her ladders back up, and she just walked across the floor and climbed the ladder up to her little house where she’s sitting with Rocco now.

It’s terribly bad timing to be unflighted (and not really knowing it) since we have a 4 month old very hyper kitten in the house. More remodeling on the horizon I think!

BTW, Shiera is named after the woman I adopted her from, and also the DC comic action hero, Shiera, Hawkgirl!

Robin Cherkas in her Living with Parrots Cage Free blog has a very nice post this week:
Signs of the Old Coco. It resonates so much with what I have been experiencing with Carly recently, and with how I am stumbling my way through dealing with it.

And I don’t mean stumbling in a bad way necessarily. Behavior is often not black and white and I think it’s necessary to step back and just observe sometimes. And let what we observe guide what we do, even if we don’t know exactly what the plan is all the time. It’s easy to overlook just being with your bird, when busy training new behaviors or maintaining old ones, plus juggling several birds, taking care of daily routines. With our pets, most often we set the agenda. I was beginning to feel a bit out of touch with my own birds, even though I am very conscientious about paying attention to their body language, moods, etc. But it seemed as though it was always in the context of something I was doing, or wanting them to do.

Robin’s Amazon Coco had been showing the aggressive and unpredictable type behavior that sometimes comes with adolescence, and her behavior was very different than what Robin was used to. Instead of fighting it, Robin looked for ways to adapt, through changes in her own interactions and the environment, in order to make a stressful time easier for both of them. Carly has gone through many changes in the past 2 years also, as she comes into breeding age; with her the behavior changes have been intense nest-making, less interest in food, a lack of focus when training (even when she hasn’t eaten or her weight is down), and less playing.

So for a little while here I am taking a step back and observing. What does SHE want to do? (Besides make nests!) I am discovering there are things she likes to do that I didn’t recognize or had forgotten about. One of them is having me pick her up from under the wings, hold her upside down, shake her and give sloppy loud kisses. (Piper looks horrified.) But it’s butt-wiggling fun for Carly. How did I forget that? Once before I forgot how much she likes to play rough and play-fight. What finally clued me in? She started biting me! Sometimes when she is “being a pest,” in any of the many ways possible, what she appears to want is “to tawk.” This means sitting on my hand, close to my face, while I talk to her and she just stares intently. This can go on for a minute or ten. Then she’s off to go play!

Time to tawwk

I am taking the time to learn in the same way from Piper now too. (No roughhousing please!) It is very rewarding to step back and see what these guys come up with for interaction all on their own, with no training session in progress, no juggling with other activities like cleaning or cooking, no half-interactions while on the computer or watching TV.

I guess this is relationship building at its most basic. We still keep the basics of our usual routine, with a training session (or “treat earning” session) once a day, foraging activities, going outside. Flying is limited to days when Carly isn’t displaying a lot of nestiness (and is on hold temporarily while I figure out what to do about the crow situation).

But I am focusing my energy on learning from them right now, not the other way around. What do they really find reinforcing? When they come over to bug me when I’m busy at the computer, what do they really want to do?

Peter Topping has an activity he likes to do with his birds called “Sapien Driving.” The idea is that the bird is the driver, and we are the vehicle responding to their cues of where to go. It’s an exercise in watching body language and a fun empowerment and bonding game. I do it with my cat outside now (he is big on walks and exploring) and I have been amazed at where he takes me when I let him set the agenda.

What I’m doing with the birds is kind of like that, just seeing where our interaction takes us. It is really interesting!