This last Saturday started out innocent enough, we had plans to attend "Little Terrorist #2" Brooklyn's fourth birthday party and that was to be the extent of it. The party was to happen in the local park unless rain, then it would take place at their home. Three hours prior I received a frantic call from a Supervisor with the local Transit Agency....."Hello Doc? We have a large exotic bird that showed up three days ago and no one has called you so I just thought..... well.....if you would be so kind as to come rescue it before it gets killed by one of these trains." I was still dressed in garden grubs and was planning on doing some watering and cleaning up in the greenhouse before showering and dressing for the party. MeMa was meeting with the Hospice people getting her father transferred from hospital back to his care center. I asked what sort of bird he thought it was as that would play on what equipment I took with me. He said "It has blue and white and some black stripes on it." I asked if it was a parrot like bird to which he stammered and then said, "I don't know birds, but it walks like a chicken but it's not a chicken." I asked if it was a pheasant, to which he asked ...."what's a pheasant?" At this point MeMa came home so I told him we would be there in twenty minutes. I loaded one of my largest cages into my truck along with a large blanket and off we went. On arrival the Supervisor met us and informed us that he and another employee attempted to capture the bird themselves and only frightened it up the side of an ivy covered bank that ran about a quarter mile, but they had an idea were it had disappeared. I was less than hopeful at finding this mysterious exotic bird and the recent heavy rains did not make the thought of climbing through all that wet ivy and brush very appetizing. I started climbing the bank getting soaked to the skin in the first few feet and crashing through the brush up to my shoulders in some locations. MeMa stood with blanket in hand and a reassuring smile on her face to urge me on. I stomped around hoping to send the bird out from its hiding place and was just calling it a wash and heading back down the slope when out it dashed towards the supervisors waiting on the pavement. They all turned and ran like frightened school girls leaving MeMa standing firm and keeping it from running further. I could see that it was a pheasant at this point but watching the fleeing men it could have been a man eating Pterodactyl. The bird quickly ran into some brush and was quiet, so I approached the area and soon saw the frightened bird crouched unmoving deep in the undergrowth. I slowly slid my hand in and then grabbed it by the legs hoisting it out at the same time.
|With the ellusive bird in hand, my pants and shoes soaked with rain. MeMa still laughing at the memory of the two men running away from the frightened bird|
|Turned out to be a Lady Amherst Pheasant cock and not a Pterodactyl|
|And if not for the horrible location it chose to wander into I probably would have let it remain. |
So while MeMa went off to the feed store for pheasant feed I installed the cage under the orchid bench in the greenhouse as it is very quiet and a good place for me to observe it without upsetting it any further.
Showered and dressed we then went to the birthday party which because of the continuing rain was held at the house which is small and the number of guests was.....large! After hugs all round and setting Brooklyn's gift on the table with the rest of the booty I quietly slipped crossed the street as there was an Estate sale going on......SCORE!!!!
|The departed was evidently a garden enthusiast. There was a greenhouse at the back of the house and the sale staff said everything in there was a marked at a dollar but they would make a deal if that was too much???? Without asking they sold me the four sprayers for one dollar for the lot which was good as I had to clean them out...... But the industrial greenhouse exhaust fan.....one dollar? I checked on line and the best I could find was $140.00 |
The Spring Rose Show is this Thursday and with that in mind I started placing umbrella stands over all my hopeful entries. The "Crazy Cat Lady" soon came out on her porch to hiss out her usual questions, so after covering what I could I retreated back into the house. Hissssss.