Funny funny pets have not come up before. Had a whole bunch growing up, we’ll talk about them. Had a couple myself as an adult, definitely will talk about them, Sangas and Poppi, probably later down the track.
Pets show us ourselves in many different ways, have learnt lots from them in many different environments. This should be fun.
What a jerk
Birds were all over the place growing up. Two were vicious pricks, geese and turkeys, another am learning is a prick for a different reason, chickens.
Spent the last two to three hours raking the leaves around the place, looking beautiful already, just getting started. About 15 piles of leaves scattered around the property in nice little mounds ready to burn on the spot or move to the fire spaces.
Sitting down having a break and look around, three or four piles are no longer neat, five chickens have only just found the biggest one. It was neat, was in the one place, is not anymore. Pricks.
The gander though, male goose, this thing is an absolute arsehole. Chased me a few times now, thought we had worked shit out, but apparently not. Turn around from working near his area, lean on the rake and have a look around, a few deep breaths. Turn back around and this thing is running at me a million mile per hour. Out goes the rake, a very intentional fuck off mate and he turns back around.
Spent the next 10 minutes establishing order, he didn’t try the rubbish again, wanted to and probably will, what a dick.
Geese aren’t too bad when they nab you on the backside though, their beak is pretty flat. Turkey’s though, crazy loco things, had us in tears and having nightmares over and over when we were young. Turkeys are vicious and their beaks are not flat, prepared us for some of the dances we used to try avoid getting hit by the glove guns.
Would chase kids for the fun of it, was like it was some type of a game to them, seemed that way anyway. Mornings to get on the bus to school had to scope which side of the house the turkeys were on before making the walk. If they were half way between the two paths out the front it was not a walk, or even a jog, it was a sprint. Mental things.
Guinea Fowl had their moments but the noise that comes out of their mouths is just horrible, there is no harmony to it. Akin to scraping the nails down a blackboard, my aunties nails, they are about 10 centimetres long. Yuck.
Ducks, lovebirds, magpies, other random things that Mum and Rachel saw were injured and brought home to rescue. Kangaroos, joeys, and other wild animals. Was a hell of a lot of fun coming home from school or a weekend at a mates place to see what new thing was picked up.
Even Danyel, Fred and Benjamin, god it was funny, they would go out shooting rabbits, kangaroos and a bunch of other stuff. Occasionally there would be a joey in the kangaroo’s pouch, they’d wrap it up warm, come home and hand it over to Mum and Rachel to care for until it was ready to be released. It never made sense to me, you’re probably going to kill it one day anyway, why bother? Funny funny.
All of them, so beautiful, a male turkey, gobbler, just a beautiful creature. Seeing one in a photo is one thing but up close they are in the range of a peacock, phenomenal, just have to get past their fugly head.
Quite fitting that a young male turkey is called a jake, really should have stayed with the theme and have the adult be called a jerk. Perfect description, they were bloody jerks.
Smoking can harm your pets
The pet relief cage at the airport, the warning on the cigarette packets making sure we all know passive smoking can make our pets sick. Then, a picture of a really unhappy looking dog, it’s all pretty cute!
Was invited to lunch with the family of the casa (house/home) a couple of days ago, so beautiful, ridiculously beautiful family. All their pets, the animals which are mainly being raised for eating or consuming their goods, and two dogs (not for eating) are the happiest of happy.
Even the goose, we are working it out, can be around each other now without him getting all flustered. All though, the first time did try his crap, slowly came right up to me, sniffed or whatever a little, made me feel safe, FUCKING WHACK, nibbled on the leg. Doesn’t hurt, funny as hell though.
Almost let me walk past his two ladies nesting this morning. Just past their little camp is the easier of the two gates in and out of the property, got so close, but nope our relationship is not ready for that. The main gate it is.
Rodrigo instructed me to boss him, which I know completely and understand, even researched a little but, no, we’ll become friends the right way. Give and take for a little until trust is built. He’ll be alright, no choice really, probably going to be there a lot. Because, well, isn’t it funny that the HOME post has currently stalled with the entry to the casa?
Casa too, the word for house and home, almost castle but not. It is the simple version of a castle, a true home. It needs no fences, borders or boundaries. Simply needs to be the place we feel safe, and safe I do.
One does not feel safe when they need to be surrounded by walls, fences, anything guarding them at all. You do not feel safe at all, none of you. I do, it’s beautiful, try it. To remove your boundaries (fears) is to open your life.
She, Ecuador, has knocked Guatemela from its perch in my life, take near a miracle to unperch it from this point.
The geese, chickens, guinea pig, they all show us the true meaning of home. It does not need to be much, but in not being much it is everything, more than everything. In fact, I reckon every animal throughout all the world, bar us, would agree that the less much we have the more everything we do.