The Complete Collection. William Wharton

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СКАЧАТЬ babies are easy to watch because they don’t fly around so fast. I’m still trying to see the difference between the way they flap their wings when they fly and when they’re being fed. For one thing, when they’re being fed, they squat, pushing against the floor and curving their backs in. The wings flap without any pull from the breast muscles. When they try to fly, it’s the opposite. They hunch forward with their shoulders thrust ahead and give a quick powerful push down and back. It’s as if they’re pulling themselves up a wall. I practice running around the yard doing this.

      It helps considerably in jumping up to the perch. Now, I can do it without falling. I can jump up, turn around in midair, and come down facing the other way. I can also get into a squatting position on the perch with my arms held down at my sides like wings. Squatting, I get the feeling of being a bird.

      I practice out in the yard doing these things for about an hour every night and I flap a half hour in the morning and another half hour before I go to bed at night. I close my eyes when I flap and try to imagine I’m flying. I’m trying to get the rhythm of it across my shoulders. If I can just loosen the scapula and open up the accrumen process at the shoulder some and then develop the trapezius, deltoid, and triceps muscles, I could build up a lot of flapping power. I practice jumping with each flap so I’ll get a smooth movement.

      In my room, I take off my shoes and double up the carpet so my mother won’t hear me. She’s already asking questions about my perch exercises but I tell her it’s something we do in gym class at school. I have the feeling she’s looking for something. I’ll have to figure some way to get her to go along with the idea of the birds.

      As soon as the second bunch is out of the nest, Birdie is off and building her third. I put back the strainer from the first nest and more burlap. Alfonso has to dash around protecting all the birds from her feather-snitching. The first bunch is fast enough now so they can get away, but the little ones are easy victims. I wonder how many feathers she’d really pull out if Alfonso didn’t fly to the rescue. I hate to think she’d strip them bare. It seems so crazy.

      As soon as this nest is finished, she starts laying eggs. She lays five, again. The entire cycle is started. It’s May now and she’ll just finish her third nest before the hot summer comes on.

      The second nest has worked their way out into the big aviary. They still like to be fed and they chase their older brothers and sisters around. These fly away, except for one I’m calling Alfonso II, that’s the dark bird. He usually gives them a quick clout on the head or neck.

      Alfonso I is being run to death by the babies. He flies up to hide on the top perch whenever he can. Gradually they all learn to eat egg food, and some of them even start experimenting with seeds. The first nest is onto the system of cracking seed and spend all their time chasing each other or practicing singing. They make quite a racket when they get started.

      One of the dark birds in the second nest has already made half an attempt at singing and could be male, too. Now there are nine birds in the aviary. When I come in the room, there’s a rush of wings as they all take off up to a high perch. I spend much time with them and they’re all tame. I clean out the aviary every day. The birds don’t mind me at all and will land on my head or shoulders. It’s only if I make a fast move that they get scared and fly away The feed bills are mounting up. I search around downtown by the central market till I find a big seed store where I can buy birdseed roller mix by the hundred-pound sack. It costs eighteen dollars, but that’s less than a third what I’ve been paying. They say they’ll deliver right to my house.

      When it comes, I put the sack out in the garage inside an old oil can I found down at the dump and cleaned out. With birdseed you really have to watch for mice. In the dusk or early morning, it’s hard for a bird to tell between a piece of mouse shit and a seed. Mouse shit is poisonous for birds.

      Speaking of mice, my mother is sure the birds are going to bring mice into the house. She has a regular passion against mice. One morning I catch one on the floor of the aviary. He was probably already in the house anyway, but I could never convince my mother of that. I put it in a small box and let it free near school. If she ever finds this out, I’ve had it. Birds, cages, everything, out the window. She’s liable to do it any day anyway. I half expect it every time I come home from school and go up to my room.

      Every bird hatches in the third nest; five of them. When I look in, I see that most of them are light this time. There’s such a crush in the bottom of the nest you can’t be sure of anything. It’s warmer now, so Birdie doesn’t sit as tight. She mostly spreads her legs over the nest and hovers. The young birds get to be such pests, I close the cage door to keep them out. I put feed in for her during the day while I’m gone. As soon as I come home, I open it and Alfonso dashes up to help with the evening feeding. Birdie has developed into a wonderful little mother.

      In the warm weather and with the increase in birds, even I have to admit the room definitely smells ‘birdey’. I’m using a dozen eggs and a package of pablum a week making egg food. I’m also soaking regular birdseed and mixing it with egg food to start the young ones cracking seed. I feed in the morning when I wake up, just before I leave for school, when I come back, and then again before night. They eat tremendous quantities. Buying seed and eggs has almost used up my bankroll. I’m going to have to find some way to make money over the summer.

      It seems no time at all before the third nest is ready to jump. There are three yellow ones like Birdie. Two of these have marks on the head, one a dash over the left eye, and the other a black cap, slightly off center to the right. There is one Alfonso-dark, and another dark-winged and light-breasted with a pure yellow head. It really makes a crowd. Birdie is a heroine, hauling up food, keeping the nest clean, and mothering the whole batch. There isn’t enough room for all of them on the edge of the nest and they start pushing each other off. Luckily it’s much warmer now and there’s no danger they’ll freeze. At three weeks, all five of them are out of the nest and on the floor.

      It’s right here I make my mistake. I should’ve taken Alfonso out of the aviary and put him in a separate cage. Before I know what’s happening, Birdie is building another nest. I haven’t put in a new strainer but she’s building in a corner at the back of the cage, wedged between a perch and the wall of the cage. Alfonso’s done his trick and she’s heavy with eggs and no place to go. I pull the nest apart but she frantically puts it together again. I take all the nesting material out of the cage, but she starts attacking the babies and pulling feathers out till it looks like it’s snowing yellow. Several of the babies begin to look bare around the thighs and under the breast. I give in. She seems in good condition so I clean out the nest, wash it, and put it back with some nesting material. She finishes it in one day and the first egg is laid that night.

      She lays five eggs again. She sits this clutch rather lightly and I’m half hoping they won’t hatch. I watch Birdie carefully for signs of fatigue but she peeps at me friendlily and, despite a certain frantic air, appears happy and content with her lot. I wonder if she realizes that the whole aviary full of singing, screeching, scrambling birds, with the exception of Alfonso, came out of her somehow. It’s as if it all came out of nowhere. I still can’t believe it.

      The whole clutch hatches again. I have to leave the doors open all the time so Alfonso can help with the feeding. I don’t think Birdie could make it without him. Alfonso keeps the other babies out of the breeding cage and stays with Birdie in the cage most of the day and all of the night. I’m getting so I hate to open the boiled eggs in the morning and smash them into the pablum. The smell of the two, mixed with the smell of the fork I mash with, is too much.

      This nest is very dark. There are three as dark as Alfonso and two light ones with head markings. They have the same crowded nest conditions and it’s even hotter. I take Alfonso out as soon as the first bird climbs up to the edge of the nest. I find an old cage at the dump and СКАЧАТЬ