A bird this big (well, huge), this close-up, is mightily intimidating, especially given the ferocity of her open beaked seed-lunges. However, I'm sure that just as I consider myself quite brave for holding my ground in such proximity to her pointy nose/mouth and talons, she considers herself extraordinarily courageous for venturing so near to a monstrous humanoid...admittedly I can be quite frightful looking in the morning.
This is Gloria's nightly routine: When it starts to get dark she flies up to our livingroom window to wait for her millet-balls. The cats find this enormously entertaining, and Gloria finds it delicious! Turn up your volume; she's singing her "happy snack" song.
I have no doubt that without a window to separate these two, the cat would have either gotten his butt kicked, or run away with his skinny little tail between his legs without even trying to take on this birdzilla. This round: Gloria:1; Orion: 0 (apologies, the sound doesn't quite sync with the video)
Though we are aware that Gloria is charming, we are amazed that she has already found international fans! This is her reply to the following query: "Does she roost in the trees at night?"
Thank you for the opportunity to regale you with more details of my fascinating life! Actually, I prefer to sleep in second floor window sills, or on my balcony, which has no stairs and is about fifteen feet off the ground--I have adopted it as my private luxury suite, and prefer it to trees because even the squirrels don't bother me there. It is also just off of the humans' sleeping quarters, but isn't quite as cramped as their window ledge, and is separate enough to shield me from their snoring.
This morning the humans were late rising, and I fell asleep in the dirt in front of their office window waiting for them to come provide me with breakfast and songs. They made up for their tardiness by introducing me to apples! What ECSTASY! I was still so excited about my breakfast that I was (perhaps) overly emphatic about greeting my friend "Piper of the Window" and she ran away from my knocking--usually she spends the morning sunning with me. Ah, well...I wonder what other magic morsels I haven't discovered yet? Could there be treats tastier than ticks?! Doubtful...
When snow came back this weekend to haunt our otherwise pleasant spring, we wondered what our new feathered friend would do--we are not experienced with the ways of the wild Guinea Fowl, and are not yet equipped with all weather bird housing. On Saturday morning, when the snow had accumulated a couple of inches on our tulips, Gloria did come knocking on the office window, but then she disappeared for the rest of the day.
We kept tapping on the windows, which usually brings her running, but to no avail. I was shocked at how quickly I had become attached to this odd little (well, big) bird, and was afraid she had abandoned us for someplace more hospitable to her needs. When we turned in for the night, we decided to open the window for some fresh air, and were quite startled (screams and jumping and everything) to discover her sitting IN the bedroom window. Obviously the camera was quickly fetched. We fell asleep to the dulcet croonings of our fluffy headed chicken friend.
"Voyeuristic Chickenhead: On the Bedroom Ledge"
Easter brought the warm(ish) weather back, and the featherhead was happily back to her window peeking, bug chasing, and yard digging. Today's discovery: she loves to be serenaded in the highest pitch one can muster. If you stop singing, she bangs the window for more.
The "Glorious Bird" in her window waiting for a song
We already have six cats, two dogs, two rabbits and more fish than we can accurately count, but now the local wildlife has started adopting us.
from the top left, clockwise: Calamity Jane (CJ); Kirby the Floppy Lop; Skippy the Weird; Orion the Annoying; Anna the Aussie; Flipper & Jaws; Carats; Lucy (with the very cool accessories of grass on her tongue and mud on her nose); Piper a.k.a Stripey Pipes; Aimee (center) and Linus the Fluffy Lion.
Gloria the Spy-->
This is Gloria, the Guinea Fowl, who I ignorantly dubbed a turkey for the first two days she was here. She made her fist appearance while I was out doing yard work by sneaking up from behind and then singing her very silly song...she sounds like an old-fashioned printer.
She is most welcome in our yard as she considers ticks and fleas to be quite delicious. We initially, foolishly, flattered ourselves that she was watching us through the office window, and then we read that these silly birds are reflection obsessed--she was only looking at herself in the window. We have since given her a mirror, where she stands for hours on end preening and admiring her gorgeous self.
Guinea on a Hot Shed Roof
This is what happens when an Australian Shepard attempts to herd a "Turkey"
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In our next episode: "Mirror, Mirror, on the tree, who's a sexier bird than me?"