Small Faces, Little Feet

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This morning I noticed that Jelly the weaver bird had learned a new trick. I’ve never seen a wild bird do anything like that, so I’m most impressed indeed. For new friends that don’t know, we have two weavers and two parrots. People tend to give me odd looks when I carry on about how incredibly clever Jelly is. People often give me odd looks in general actually. I very occasionally wonder why, but in this instance I get it. Mad woman jabbering on about a bird. Anyway. She zooms around all day long, busy with one thing or another. She ambushes me when I put the kitchen tap on, because she figures that bathing in the palms of my hands under cool running water is a lot nicer than bouncing around in a bowl. She pulls the wings off any innocent bug that happens to be passing through, and then I swear she chuckles. She sings non-stop, and terrorises all of us until she finally conks out exhausted, in her basket at night.
Both of the weavers really “take notice” of things. They stare very closely at any new activity. You’d be amazed at how threatening such a small eyeball can be when it’s an inch away from your own. The parrots don’t like it at all. She’s their nemesis, poor things. She definitely gives them the willies, and they don’t find her antics in any way cute. She closely monitors their every move, buzzes around their heads whenever they try go anywhere, pulls their tail-feathers as hard as she can, and swipes food right out of their beaks. And I’m sure you’re wondering now where all this long-winded waffle is headed. Well.
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I don’t think weaver bird legs are designed to bring food up to their faces with their feet. The parrots on the other hand easily hold their food in their claws and munch away. Their legs are different. It’s always been of great concern to Jelly that she couldn’t do that. So they have the little eyeball right in their faces every time they eat. She quickly figured out that the way forward was to bring what she wanted over to me, sing a small severe song, and shove the cornflake, or bit of bacon between my fingers. Having been thus instructed to hold it, I would, and she’d nibble bits off till it was finished. But now it looks like she’s moved on from there.
One of her games is swinging upside-down from door handles, so not something I’d normally take note of. This morning though, there was an unusual amount of zooming and yelling, so I went to have a look at what the little tyrant was up to. There she was, hanging upside down on to the door handle with one claw, holding half a peanut in the other, and leaning down to take bites out of it! Proving that this was no fluke was the little pile of half-munched items on the floor on the floor under her. Much cleverer than any old monkey I’m thinking.
I’ve always enjoyed watching what animals get up to, especially when they think nobody’s looking. They bustle around, busy with their tiny lives, and each one of those lives is important I think. To themselves at any rate. I see no reason for wild birds to be very different to ours, and from what I’ve learnt from them lately, I reckon there must be millions of little soap operas going on in the bush out there. They have totally different characters. They like totally different foods. They get happy, and sad, and cross. They love, and get jealous. Jelly’s rages are epic examples of this. Right now though, she’s trying really hard to put a bit of lettuce in my ear. I wonder what she’ll learn from that. Silly little thing.

Till next time friends. xxx


13 thoughts on “Small Faces, Little Feet

    jennieorbell said:
    February 11, 2013 at 11:52 am

    You mind little Jelly doesn’t start imitating the things that YOU get up to Ms R. Ha ha Love them x


      jorobinson176 responded:
      February 11, 2013 at 2:34 pm

      Ha haa! Like knitting….. and things….. 😀 x


    Jaspreet Taunque said:
    February 11, 2013 at 11:57 am

    Oooooh, I love your Jelly! How I wish, wish, wish, I had a muse like that. I know I’m not being fair to my little tortoise Eddie(short for Edelweiss) but I guess I’ll really have to do some relationship-building with her ;D .


      jorobinson176 responded:
      February 11, 2013 at 2:44 pm

      A tortoise!! I love those little guys. And the poet queen called her Edelweiss. What does she get up to, your little muse? My Jelly is an amazing little love, but she really is a bully too! 😀 x


        Jaspreet Taunque said:
        February 12, 2013 at 5:41 am

        My Eddie is shy, just like me ;P She’s best left alone…lol . She’s tiny(unlike me. such a misfit for a large-framed punjabi family) and has started to respond to my good-morning whistles : ), especially when they come with a warm -water soak. Also, she’s the youngest and the wisest in our family, I tell you.


          jorobinson176 responded:
          February 12, 2013 at 9:07 am

          Large-framed punjabi family! LOL!! She sound so cute! You should honour her with a photo on your blog. I’d love to see this wise child. 🙂


    Patinspire said:
    February 11, 2013 at 1:05 pm

    You have found “beauty” and you are experiencing what life is all about 🙂 Sounds like a lofty moment 🙂


      jorobinson176 responded:
      February 11, 2013 at 2:47 pm

      What a gorgeous way to explain how it feels! It really is what life is all about. 😀 x


    awriterweavesatale said:
    February 11, 2013 at 6:09 pm

    Oh, loved this! what a delightful post. I never heard of a weaver bird but sounds like a wonderful pet that would make me giggle daily! We contemplated getting a parakeet but wound up with gerbils instead.


      jorobinson176 responded:
      February 12, 2013 at 9:09 am

      She is a laugh! Birds are high-maintenance though, so you’re better off with gerbils I reckon. The parrot type birds chew all the furniture as well, and they get very sad when they’re caged, so I gave up and just let them chew.


    episode season said:
    February 12, 2013 at 3:11 am

    very nice


    Sandra.Austin said:
    February 12, 2013 at 6:37 pm

    awww little Jelly sounds the cutest and most fascinating ikle birdie 😉 xxx


      jorobinson176 responded:
      February 14, 2013 at 9:40 am

      That’s her little secret Sandra. She looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her ikle beak, but she rules us all with an iron claw – 😀 xxxxx


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