Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wet Libby, Chet intrigued.
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Doves, doves, doves. She's stuck on doves. And we dogfans are here, faithfully waiting for a Chetpost. Yes, he's made little cameos, but we need a big ol' Chetfix. All right. Here's your Bacon.
It's hard to teach a dove vigilance behavior against a dog who won't hurt her. Libby never bothered to be afraid of Chet Baker because she didn't need to be. She was no more afraid of him than she was of me, Bill or the kids. If I wanted to run a real orphaned bird boot camp, I could bring in spaniels, I suppose, who'd stare at them and rush them and scare the daylights out of them. With the work I put into these orphans, I can't risk having that kind of dog around. To live in our peaceable kingdom, Chet Baker must understand that birds are absolutely off-limits. And he does. He's the best boy.
Libby was hangin' out in her wide open flight tent, her halfway house, one fine hot day. She was thirsty, so she took a long, cool drink. You can see that she's sucking water up. Most birds dip their mandibles, then tip their heads up to let the water run down their throats. Doves and pigeons are the only North American birds **capable of sucking liquids up into their bills. I'm not sure how they do it, but they just stick their bills in the water and vacuum it up.
**I'm thinking the Old World sand grouse can do this, too. Anyone?
Suddenly, she got a good idea. You can pretty much see when doves get an idea.
She would take a bath!
Her first bath, ever ever ever!
She had a creeper. Chet Baker was as intrigued with this new development as was your faithful blogger.
Libby soaked her belly, then decided to sun for awhile. I've seen wild mourning doves sun with one wing held high as they lie in our bird bath. I thought at first it might be defensive behavior directed toward Chet, but I think it had more to do with thermoregulation. She seemed to enjoy having a cool wet belly and a sun-warmed side.
That is most peculiar, Mether. Look what Pweep is doing.
I need a closer look.
Hullo, Pweep. You are cute, and I enjoy watching you.
She knows I will not hurt her.
I am actually here to protect her.
And that is one of many reasons Mether says I am the Best Doggeh. Also, I am very cute, and I smell like sunshine all the time. I do.