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Earthquake!
Posted on: 04/18/08, 19:59:01
There was an earthquake this morning at 5:36 a.m. ET, centered in Southern Illinois. Harley felt it, woke up, fell off his perch, squawked and yelled, rolled out of his cage when I went running to "save" him, lurched around on the floor for a bit, and finally settled in with us when we brought him into the bedroom.
I'm not sure if I've described this before, but early morning is one of my favorite times with Harley: we live in a small apartment building so we are careful to keep him quiet when we can — or at least when we figure our neighbors want quiet. He wakes up when the Finsters' light goes on at 7 a.m., not that early, but perhaps early enough. So to keep him from calling out to us, loudly, "Hello!," we take him out of his cage, wait for him to poop his ginormous Morning Poop, and take him into the bedroom with us. Occasionally he'll try to bite my toes, so we get up for breakfast. But usually he'll sit on somebody's knee for awhile, and we all doze and listen to the news. Very sweet.
This morning, much earlier than normal, the news people informed us that there was an earthquake in Illinois, measuring at a magnitude of 5.2. I was surprised that Harley would have felt it from so far away, but comments on an internet forum I visit proved that many birds felt the quake from far away. Amazing!
Harley recovered from the shock, although he lost a couple of feathers in the mayhem. Here he is calmly having a snack, about mid-morning:
He's on his Snack Spot in this photo. The ghastly mostly pink rubbery perch broke awhile ago, so this is a new cotton perch right near his Art Project. This is his favorite place to eat snacks. He'll find a snack in his Art Project, and then climb to this Spot to eat it.
The other day, while he was chewing up a box on The Most Uncomfortable Couch In The World (see:
and:
for two examples), he found a snack hiding inside. Bonus! So he backed out of the box carrying the snack in his beak, and tried to climb up the side of his cage to his Snack Spot to eat it. That was pretty tough to do, with a nut in his beak. So I lifted him up to his Spot, and all was well.
I'm not sure if I've described this before, but early morning is one of my favorite times with Harley: we live in a small apartment building so we are careful to keep him quiet when we can — or at least when we figure our neighbors want quiet. He wakes up when the Finsters' light goes on at 7 a.m., not that early, but perhaps early enough. So to keep him from calling out to us, loudly, "Hello!," we take him out of his cage, wait for him to poop his ginormous Morning Poop, and take him into the bedroom with us. Occasionally he'll try to bite my toes, so we get up for breakfast. But usually he'll sit on somebody's knee for awhile, and we all doze and listen to the news. Very sweet.
This morning, much earlier than normal, the news people informed us that there was an earthquake in Illinois, measuring at a magnitude of 5.2. I was surprised that Harley would have felt it from so far away, but comments on an internet forum I visit proved that many birds felt the quake from far away. Amazing!
Harley recovered from the shock, although he lost a couple of feathers in the mayhem. Here he is calmly having a snack, about mid-morning:
He's on his Snack Spot in this photo. The ghastly mostly pink rubbery perch broke awhile ago, so this is a new cotton perch right near his Art Project. This is his favorite place to eat snacks. He'll find a snack in his Art Project, and then climb to this Spot to eat it.
The other day, while he was chewing up a box on The Most Uncomfortable Couch In The World (see:
and:
for two examples), he found a snack hiding inside. Bonus! So he backed out of the box carrying the snack in his beak, and tried to climb up the side of his cage to his Snack Spot to eat it. That was pretty tough to do, with a nut in his beak. So I lifted him up to his Spot, and all was well.
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