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What brought Celine and me together was the loss of my 1st cockatiel Koko. I was soo heartbroken that my mom asked me what type of conure i want and i chose her and she came to me the day after. shes such a little clown and ever since she came to me i have been soo happy! Shes my little snuggle bug!.

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Hi! My name is Celine

I am a Peach-Fronted Conure from East Falmouth, MA.

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16 years old   F

Peach-Fronted Conure

nutraberries,pa- sta,grapes, animal crakers,fruit loops,

on the playpen with moms sun conure mostly and hanging with my brothers lutino cockatiel

being taken away from my moms sun conure their like a happy couple when their together

What i love about my mommy is that shes always giving me loves and treats and takes me on car rides i just love that out of the cage time! when my mommy goes to work she lets me stay with my boyfriend Kallie(Sun Conure) till she gets home. i just love taking showers with my mommy too! she likes to make my orange and blue forehead like a mohawk she thinks its so funny! For my birthday she makes me this awsome birdie cake it soo delicious! My cage is full of toys and i love that! She makes sure i have fresh food and water daily and a clean cage every day,

gives kisses, waves for her treats, makes barking sounds soo cute!,plays fetch,.

"Have blanket will snuggle".

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  Hi Celine
Sorry, but you only get to vote for one bird each day. I will put you down as voting for #2 today, and you can come back tomorrow and vote for #7. You get to vote each day thru the 24th.

Thanks,
Kiddo

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09/18/2014 07:54.43 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
Sorry, but you only get to vote for one bird each day. I will put you down as voting for #2 today, and you can come back tomorrow and vote for #7. You get to vote each day thru the 24th.

Thanks,
Kiddo

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09/18/2014 07:53.38 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 5--Port Hood Chestico Festival
Hello everyone, With the horses saddled and our gear on the pack horses we are off to Port Hood, our first stop on the Celtic Trail. Port Hood is a vibrant, seaside community on the west coast of Cape Breton Island, and the capital of Inverness County, Nova Scotia ,approximately 30 minutes north from the Canso Causeway. With miles of sandy beaches on the warmest waters in eastern Canada. Also the home of NHL Hall of Famer Al MacInnis, CFL champion Bruce Beaton, the late “Godfather of Celtic Music” John Allan Cameron, and former Olympian Duncan Gillis, not to mention 2008 Canadian Idol runner-up, Mitch MacDonald!
" I smell Lobsters cooking" Sky sniffs the breeze as we ride into Port Hood.
"You and your belly!' BB teases tickling Sky in the ribs as she rides next to him along the scenic trail into town.
"Jenny-Lynn, wait up" Sweetie yells as she gets Dusty to run," we'll find the banks no problem" Sweetie giggles, then grins innocently as JL looks down at her and smiles. " AH, you're a real Zon girl now"
We're in time for the Triathalon" Angel Girl Points to the big overhead sign, " let's sign up"
"What about the Lobster dinner?" Sky asks disappointment in his voice."there's a Lobster Festival today"
"Sugar, let's go sign up then stop in at that jewellery store" Cori and Boo Boo say, " I want to pick up something for my Mom.
Reaching the MacInnes SportPlex, the birds file in, those wishing to, sign up for the Triathalon. Being visitors, a special category is added to the event-splash in the water, horse-back ride and then running or flying the third portion of the event.
"WOW, this'll be fun" Chyna says as she and Falco head outside to their horses waiting in the shade.
"Can we eat now?" Sky asks BB, as they follow behind to their mounts " I'm starved. It's been an hour or more since I ate breakfast"
Once everybirdie is mounted, they ride into the city, to take part in the Lobster Picnic Festival. Fresh, local lobsters, salads and BBQ burgers are filling the air with delicious images. " We'll all get to try some of the local Lobsters, cooked in various ways, plus for those of us who don't like sea-food, we have Angus Burgers too." Angel Girl announces. The air is filled with Celtic fiddle music, adding a touch of Scotland.
"After lunch can we visit some of the five beaches that make up this area?" Miranda asks, through a beakful of Lobster salad, " heard they are having a Sand Bikini event"
"Count us all in'"the boys say " we can make our own bikini sculptures to enter the contest. It is part of the Chestico Festival taking place."
"you can be one of our bikini models" Kiddo tells Sweetpepper" kissing her softly as they enjoy their lunch.
"Let's look around at the shops. I wanta find myself a Tartan cap" Kaji adds
"Let's get done lunch then we can all go enjoy Port Hood and later meet at the beach for some serious fun in the sun." Angel Girl states happily, eggcited to enjoy the Festival and events.
Angel Girl--224627

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09/05/2014 07:24.39 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 3--Port Hastings and the Celtic Trail
Good morning to everybirdie; Angel Girl here with today's BOTM update. The sun rose red and orange on the horizon over historic Cape Breton. Lizzie, BB and Kaji had a greyt breakfast on the go, as we birdies took down our tents, and packed up our belongings, to be carried by the pack horses to our next stop, Port Hastings. With the missing FLARES, still unaccounted for, and TiPaul, Dixie and Cori keeping a watchful eye on L'il Angel we mounted up as the sun turned the sky a brilliant blue over the water.
The deep water of the Strait of Canso at the village of Port Hastings was the reason the Inverness and Richmond Coal Pier was constructed here in 1902. Historians find many interesting facts in our records kept at the Archives of the Hastings, Cape Breton Museum. Here we find photos taken of the construction of the bridge connecting mainland Nova Scotia with the Cape Breton Island.The Canso Causeway was built at a narrow location on the Strait of Canso, several miles northwest of Port Hawkesbury and Mulgrave, crossing from Cape Porcupine near Auld's Cove on the Nova Scotia side to Port Hastings on the Cape Breton side. Approximately 10,092,000 t (9,933,000 long tons) of rock for building the causeway was quarried from a mountain on Cape Porcupine.
"Hey, let's go to the Museum and take a look at some of the historic photos of the area." Boo Boo suggests
"Awesome idea. Then we can ride down the Celtic Trail. The Celtic Shores Coastal Trail is a 92-km (57 mi) multi-use trail stretching from Port Hastings to the Town of Inverness on the west coast.
The flat trail meanders along the coastline, through picturesque wilderness, skirts streams, and connects several communities and attractions. Along the way you will find active fishing harbors, warm-water beaches in Port Hood, West Mabou, and Inverness, the Celtic Music Interpretive Centre in Judique along with five other museums, Glenora Distillery, and the not-to-be-missed Red Shoe Pub in Mabou, with the best live Celtic music on the island and unique living Gaelic culture. We'll be camping at Mabou for a few days to explore all the area." Angel Girl Slaps Gaelic Lass on the shoulder, and heads off towards the Museum.
" Angel? Are we going to be stopping at the beach for a swim today?" Raffi asks
'Greyt idea. Tell the others that after the museum we'll ride to the beach for a while before heading down the Trail" Raffikki turns Sun-Dancer and goes to tell the birds of the day's plans.
"Sky, wanta race? Little Angela asks a twinkle in her eye." If I win you help pitch our tent. If I lose I'll make you supper tonight"
"Ok, you're on" Sky yells galloping off of Chief at top speed. Little Angel rides twinkle after him, urging her horse on. She passes Sky and whips around the corner to come in first at the museum. " I win!"
"I let you. Better me pitch your tent, then you cook for BB and I" Sky laughs at the hotty look on L'il Angels face.
Angel Girl 224627

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09/03/2014 02:01.36 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 2 --Welcome to Cape Breton Island part 2
Welcome everybirdie to beautiful, historic Nova Scotia, Canada. We begin in Port Hawkesbury a town located on the southwestern end of Cape Breton Island, on the north shore of the Strait of Canso. The town was originally named Ship Harbor (after the harbor upon which it is located) and is largely a service center for western Cape Breton Island .
Port Hawkesbury has a rich Celtic heritage and beautiful rugged landscape, the perfect place to begin our tour. The sloping mountainous landscape, descending to rocky ocean shores is breathtaking, the perfect backdrop for camping and adventures. Talking about adventures, "has anybirdie seen Little Angel?"
Falco " I saw her and Dixie trying to set up their tent." Falco points to a place close to the look out over the water.
"Ok, as long as we know we haven't misplaced her we're ok."
"Angel Girl, We set up a rope corral for the horses. Maybe before dark we can go look around Port Hawkesbury, shop and pick up anything we may have forgotten?" Sky adds, thinking of looking for some pickles in the city grocery stores.
" OK, let's finish setting up camp then, and we can walk the short distance into the city. Make sure you all have a flashlight and batteries, just in case you need to make the trip to the little birdie's room in the middle of the night" Angel Girl instructed as she started to hammer the pegs for her tent into the ground.
Suddenly there was a scream , shattering the calm chatter of the eggcited birds. "Little Angel!" Angel Girl yells, dropping her hammer and running to where she had last seen L'il Angel and Dixie working on their tent. Everyone had turned at the sudden yell, rushing to see what had happened.
Angel Girl began to laugh as she saw the predicament that her fister was in this time.
"Wait! We'll get you out Little Angel" she said, trying to stop laughing. There was Little Angel caught up in the tent, rolled up like a cabbage roll. Her head and toes sticking out each end.
"How'd you get into a mess like this?" Sweetpepper asked arriving to help
"Don't even ask" Dixie said, shaking his head. " she said she knew how to set it up, so she climbed inside to get the poles in place and suddenly, POOF, she was wrapped up like this" Dixie tries not to giggle at the mess his wife-bird got into, but it sure was hard. Little Angel was squirming to get free, but instead the tent was getting even more tangled up.
With much effort and work Little Angel was freed from the tent, and with the help of Kiddo, Sky and Dixie, the tent was up, and ready to go. Little Angel sat wings crossed as she watched, annoyed that the tent had tried to east her on the very first day. "Oh come on Sweetie" Dixie says, taking her by the wing,"we will go take a look around. Maybe we can find a souvenir."
Angel Girl leads the way into the city, "Let's stay together so no birdie gets lost" looking at L'il Angel. "Tomorrow we begin our trip around the Island."
Angel Girl 224627

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09/02/2014 04:01.25 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 1--Welcome to Cape Breton Island part 1
Hello everybirdie, my name is Angel Girl. I am a member of the SKY Flock, and this month's BOTM candidate. I would like to take this first day to introduce myself a little bit, and outline our month long trip to beautiful Cape Breton Island, Nova, Scotia, Canada.
I arrived at the Sky flock several years ago when my new owner became too afraid of me to keep me. I had lived with my first owner for the first five years of my life. I was born to his father's flock in the Barrie, Ontario area. I was a much loved, and pampered pet, who enjoyed the best of food, and attention. I even have a custom made large cage. When the relationship between my daddy and mommy fell apart I was posted for sale on the internet and ended up in Peterborough, Ontario,.
Why my new owner ever got me will forever be a mystery, but was, in part motivated by my Momma Deb telling her that she had wanted an African Grey for many years and was considering a clutch of Cameroons. My new owner had the very best of intentions, but lacked Parrot handling skills and experience. She was afraid of me, and when I made an escape from my cage, was unable to get me home again, and resorted to using a broom to "herd" me along. I came to hate the broom, as I was daily allowed out, but broomed back to my cage. Eventually I began to attack the broom, and the one holding it aggressively, biting and screaming my displeasure. After several months of war, my owner contacted my Momma Deb and asked her if she would take me in. My Momma Deb was very happy to go get me. She found me cowering in the back of the cage, locked in the back bedroom. I was quickly "caught up" with a towel and placed into a carrier. My cage and I were loaded up, and I was off to my new forever home.
It took a lot of work to get to the place were I trusted Momma Deb. She endured many hard bites, and one attack on that broom she was using to clean the floor. Since Momma Deb didn't give-up, I decided that I would trust her, and have since become Momma's special Girl. I have an extensive vocabulary of words, and sound effects, and I love singing my many songs. Enough about me.
This month we will be exploring Cape Breton Island, along the Cabot Trail by horse-back. IF any-birdie does not have a horse from CHUEY's BOTM Cattle Drive please let me know and we will round up one for you. We will be camping outdoors, enjoying many fun adventures, taking part in some Celtic festivals and games, and maybe even end up sparkled as my Fister Little Angel and Dixie Adler joy us for the trip. Pack up your camping gear, and ready to ride.
See everyone tomorrow as we take flight to Cape Breton. (SKY has transported our horses there by trailer).
Hugs and love
ANGEL GIRL 224627

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09/01/2014 11:02.17 AM Report This Comment  
  Message from QUEEN CHUEY
Howdy everybirdy, Queen Chuey here. I want to thank you all once more for riding the Trail with me. I had lots of fun and adventure this past month. I have a few plans for this upcoming month of September in the Castle. Seeing how well you all have mastered the art of horse riding,roping and the like, I think it only right to hold a RODEO at the Castle. The day and time will be posted both on the Calendar page and my own, also on my cousin ANGEL GIRLS PAGE.


Angel Girl is our September BOTM candidate and I know that you all will enjoy the month with her on Cape Breton Island. This adventuresome month will be narrated in true SKY FLOCK style and humor. It promises to be a fun, informative adventure. I must warn you though,that LITTLE ANGEL and her Hus-bird DIXIE will be joining you , so be prepared for some "SPARKLY" times head. ANGEL GIRL'S page #--224627.
Remember to give those horses some extra oats and molasses, they sure deserve it. Now, if I can only get these cowbird boots off, I'm gonna relax by the pool for a spell. Then enjoy some fine vittles in the Banquet Hall.
Hugs and kisses
Queen Trail Boss Chuey

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09/01/2014 09:17.13 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 31--The final Trail to Wyoming
Well, you can bet we sure had a merry time watchin' Bart, and his rustlers tryin' to get that mess off their feathers and cowboy outfits. The harder they tried, the worse mess they got themselves into. Jenny-Lynn just stood there, wings on her hips, laughin' so hard I wondered she didn't fall over. We came outta the brush and from behind them rocks to enjoy the show. Bart was cawin' and cussin' like a crow, but the more he tried, the worse it got. His wings got to stickin to his cowboy hat, then he fell again onto them ants and he was rollin like a dog with fleas.
"Ain't ya gonna help me Jenny-Lynn?" Bart pleaded as he tried in vain to get his wings off his head.
"Nah, I'm kinda enjoyin the show myself." JL sat down on a boulder and watched. The others gave up their fightin' and tryin and just stood their, sticky glop droppin' off in puddles onto their boots.
"Bart, we give up! You can try to take them cows ya gotta mind to, but we quit!" Twitch turned and looked at us, "you can shoot us if ya wanta, but we don't want your herd no more."
"You get, don't let us be seein' any sign of ya ever agin, or we'll be hangin from a rope" I finish and looked at them, grinning widely. "Now vamoose" It took but a few seconds before they began to wobble, and stumble off down the Trail, I had no doubt we'd seen the last of them. "Now Bart, what ya gotta say for yourself. You know the law of the West is hangin' but I don't have no heart for the likes of that. Instead you'll work for Lizzie, do all the dish washin, and ever she has a problem with ya, she's free to toast ya." Bart looked sadly at the mess he was in, and silently nodded his agreement. After much scrubbin in the river he came up as clean as a scoundrel like him could be. He worked quietly and nervously for Lizzie all the way to Wyoming where we cut him loose hopin' he'd learned his lesson. I'm a proud Trail Boss at how well you all learned to rope and ride, herd, and protect the herd of Long-horned Cattle all the way from Texas to Wyoming. You shot, and fought like the very best of them seasoned cow-punchers, ya ought be real proud of yourselves.
At this time I wish to thank each and everyone of you for your awesome support, both by voting daily and your encouraging words. I truly hope you all enjoyed your month long adventure on the Western Trail, and perhaps came away with a little bit of historical information too.
A very special thank you goes out to Momma Deb of the SKY FLOCK for all her photo editing, and assistance, without which I would never have been able to write such an eggciting, and fun adventure. Momma Deb is a real story-teller, and I appreciate her hard work, input and help.
Now, with my last blog posted I am heading back home for a short visit with my own Momma. I know she missed me while we rode the Trail, forged the River and fought the bad-birds. I have missed my hus-bird Mikey D too.
with love and hugs
Trail Boss Chuey

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08/31/2014 10:18.46 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 30--As the smoke settles
What a gun-fight it was. Bullets sailin' arrows whizzin' past ya, and of course our herd stampeeding like mad-dogs towards the River. TiPaul races Lightning past the lead and cuts sharp hopin' to turn the varmits some, Pookie let's out a YIP, and dashes round the herd to the south, turnin' the lead steers back towards our camp. Mind ya it was a better idea then havin' them chargin' long-horns divin' into the water have crazy-like. Dixie cut into the dust and thunderin' hooves, and roped a cow pullin' the rope taunt he backed her up and a number of steers took her lead and swung wide to the north, and retraced their poundin' hoof prints.. Strawberry and Sugar where slappin' their hats on the horses flanks to pick up even more speed, as the herd continued to run wild. " YEEEEHAWWW! Chyna's voice could be heard over the herd, They're turnin' back"
Well on any other day, them cows changin' their ornery minds mighta been a good idea, but right now it wasn't. A bullet whipped by, knockin' my hat clear off my head. "WOW, that was close"
"Sorry Boss," Baxter yelled, " I missed my target"
"I wanta hope so, especially if'n I'm that target" I couldn't help but laugh at all the fun we was havin'. Then I heard them cows bearing down towards us. I sprung for my horse Cutter and barrelled out to meet them Steers face-on, Sky and Jenny-Lynn kept me covered, as Sweetpepper, Little Peep, and Cydney rode out to join me. " We have to make them turn back into themselves. We'll have to hold tight and make'em veer to the right. That oughta slow them down enough to get' em back under control. With thousand pound of cows, headin straight at us, I was sure prayin' my plan would work. The lead cow came right towards us, the herd on her heals. I let off a couple shots into the air and she turned, her side brushin Cutter as she headed in the direction I had wanted.
"Yippe! It worked, I never doubted ya Boss" Little Peep yelled riding after the slowin' herd.
I whipped my forehead, counted my blessin's then rode back into the gun-fight. Jumpin clear of Cutter as I dove for the side of the chuckwagon.
"Ready Boss" BonBon whispered," Let's go gettum." I let out a whistle that brought JL, Sky, Kiddo, Jolie, Finnegan crawlin and weavin' their way to join me back of the dragon-Wagon. Each picked up a big metal bucket, and snuck off into the thick brush .I followed, my bucket in hand. Movin' silent like,we made our way to where we had Bart and his ratty bunch of rustlers pinned-down. Gettin as close as we could, we stopped, watchin a spell. Then Jenny-Lynn headed into the camp. Bart drew on her but seein' JL. he lowered his riffle. Jenny lifted her wing as if to stretch and we set sail with the special-surprise BonBon and Snowflake concocted. Honey, molasses, and red hot chili peppers land with a splat coatin' all them rustlers from head to toe. Bart stumbled, and landed square onto an ant hill. What fun!
Chuey 245908

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08/30/2014 03:32.46 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 30--As the smoke settles
What a gun-fight it was. Bullets sailin' arrows whizzin' past ya, and of course our herd stampeeding like mad-dogs towards the River. TiPaul races Lightning past the lead and cuts sharp hopin' to turn the varmits some, Pookie let's out a YIP, and dashes round the herd to the south, turnin' the lead steers back towards our camp. Mind ya it was a better idea then havin' them chargin' long-horns divin' into the water have crazy-like. Dixie cut into the dust and thunderin' hooves, and roped a cow pullin' the rope taunt he backed her up and a number of steers took her lead and swung wide to the north, and retraced their poundin' hoof prints.. Strawberry and Sugar where slappin' their hats on the horses flanks to pick up even more speed, as the herd continued to run wild. " YEEEEHAWWW! Chyna's voice could be heard over the herd, They're turnin' back"
Well on any other day, them cows changin' their ornery minds mighta been a good idea, but right now it wasn't. A bullet whipped by, knockin' my hat clear off my head. "WOW, that was close"
"Sorry Boss," Baxter yelled, " I missed my target"
"I wanta hope so, especially if'n I'm that target" I couldn't help but laugh at all the fun we was havin'. Then I heard them cows bearing down towards us. I sprung for my horse Cutter and barrelled out to meet them Steers face-on, Sky and Jenny-Lynn kept me covered, as Sweetpepper, Little Peep, and Cydney rode out to join me. " We have to make them turn back into themselves. We'll have to hold tight and make'em veer to the right. That oughta slow them down enough to get' em back under control. With thousand pound of cows, headin straight at us, I was sure prayin' my plan would work. The lead cow came right towards us, the herd on her heals. I let off a couple shots into the air and she turned, her side brushin Cutter as she headed in the direction I had wanted.
"Yippe! It worked, I never doubted ya Boss" Little Peep yelled riding after the slowin' herd.
I whipped my forehead, counted my blessin's then rode back into the gun-fight. Jumpin clear of Cutter as I dove for the side of the chuckwagon.
"Ready Boss" BonBon whispered," Let's go gettum." I let out a whistle that brought JL, Sky, Kiddo, Jolie, Finnegan crawlin and weavin' their way to join me back of the dragon-Wagon. Each picked up a big metal bucket, and snuck off into the thick brush .I followed, my bucket in hand. Movin' silent like,we made our way to where we had Bart and his ratty bunch of rustlers pinned-down. Gettin as close as we could, we stopped, watchin a spell. Then Jenny-Lynn headed into the camp. Bart drew on her but seein' JL. he lowered his riffle. Jenny lifted her wing as if to stretch and we set sail with the special-surprise BonBon and Snowflake concocted. Honey, molasses, and red hot chili peppers land with a splat coatin' all them rustlers from head to toe. Bart stumbled, and landed square onto an ant hill. What fun!
Chuey 245908

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08/30/2014 03:32.25 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 29--The Guns Blazin--Battle at Pegleg Crossin'
WOW, now that was too close for comfort. Chuey here with today's Cattle Drive Update. It was just as the sun was settin' in the West, that the gun fight began. In the growin' darkness it becomes mighty hard to see what lurks in the brush near by a rider. The herd was grazin quiet-like when all of a sudden all "hell-broke-loss". Cinn-A-Bun had just rode long-bout the outer south flank of the herd, when somethin' went whippin' pass his ear, dang-close too.
"What the ???" he shouts in shock, kneein' Firestorm into a gallop to rejoin Kiddo, Gus and Willie toward the drag. " RUSTLERS!" went up the call as bullets came a sailin' towards the riders. Well, it wasn't but a second, before Jenny-Lynn, Sky, Snowy and Raffi was kneelin behind the boulders gun a blazin in return fire. Arrows flew towards the treeline, and a yelp came from the grown blackness, " Bart, I dun been shoot in the Vent."
I was just returnin from my trip to spy on their where-abouts when they'd jumped horses and took off into the night. I had hoped to get back before the fun started but let me tell ya, by the time I returned to the herd, the cows was racin' in panic towards the Crick, guns was blastin away at them Rustlers. I sprung off Cutter and dived behind the nearest rocks, takin' careful aim at a big Black galoot, ridin after our herd. He let out a yip when I dusted his tail feathers but good.
"BOSS, BOSS!?" Hulk came crawlin low over to join in the fight. "Jenny-Lynn and Raffi have Black Bart pinned down in cross fire. She wants tah know what you want her to do?"
"Tell her to bring him in alive if she can, we don't want no blood shed"
Hulk got off a few good shots as he ducked and dived the bullets wavin' his way back to where JL had Bart in her sights.
Jedi, Panther, Apache and Spot had managed to make their way up to join Cheyenne brothers. Kaji and Lizzie had their double-barrels blazin' holdin' off the mangy-thieves tryin to steal our Dragon-Wagon. Mikey was busy pepperin' a nasty-tempered bearded crow with rock-salt. "Got- em" he yelled to Kaji as the Crow let out a yelp as the shot bulls-eyed its mark.
"YEE HAAAW, nuthin better then a good gun-fight!" JL yells to me across the open grassland. Pookie and Dixie had raced out after the herd, with TiPaul, Sugar, Chyna and Strawberry in hot pursuit. Angel and Pepper covered the riders as they took careful aim towards the trees from where the return fire had come. Pearl and Silver hankered down behind an old wooden box and carefully watched for perfect aim and fired as one. "YOWWWW! Hey that hurt" came the pained response.
Cappy, Chipper and Boo Boo dropped down onto their bellies and began to inch closer to where the Rustlers where hidden. They had a BIG SURPRISE for them. Snowflake and BonBon had been busy mixin up a special gift for their uninvited Rustler friends.
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08/29/2014 03:54.21 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 27--Bring it on Bart!
Well, howdy all, Chuey here with our Cattle Drive Update. We made this side of San Saba at Pegleg Crossing by mid-afternoon, but he herds were weary from the quick pace, so we pitched camp early and set about puttin' guards on watch. We'd gotten word back from Sky regardin what they'd been findin' out from thoise Rustlers and Black Bart. As told by Sky, Jenny Holiday Earp Hickok took to visitin again;
"..I want to speak to my old friend alone for a moment!" Jen sits tall in her saddle and rides to meet up with Mr Bart! The two old friends shake wings and Jen says "back off Blackie, let my friends & herd pass peacefully!" Not liking that, Bart slaps leather but Jen pulls hers first, and all of a sudden, Bart is looking down the bore of Jenny's deadly 44! JL holsters her weapon, and says,"ride away, we are even friend" with a quick shoulder bump, the two return to their own people! Jen is under orders not to cause any disturbance and is waiting furthers orders from Trail Boss Ms Chuey."
Chuey rubs her chin, shakin her head, " Sky, Go pick out a dozen birds and post them around Bart's camp, have' em on the ready. We're fixin' to have us a shoot-out!"
Jedi rides over to speak with Chuey, "Boss, I brought you some Cheyenne scouts from my family at the rez. They will watch over us and make sure all of us are safe and not harmed. They will be watching over us with bows and arrows ready !" Chuey looked around, then Jedi pointed to the distant hills, Lifting his Arm, Chuey saw two scouts raise Bows high over their heads. "Thanks pardner, we're well prepared"
Jenny rode away to rejoin Chyna watchin from a distance. "He ain't gonna let this be." Chyna grinned knowin' he was goin' ride his band of rustlers into a mess of trouble."

" Ok boyz, They think they have us scared, Well, we'll be seein' to that" Bart laughs his wicked laughter echoing off the hills and rocks. " get yourselves ready, we're goin' callin" Bart laughs again louder, evil and menacing. His gang of mangy rustlers grin, gettin into their boss's merriment. "Yes sir ye, we'll show'em " twitch says as he saddles up his nag. Mountin up, they ride off to collect themselves a herd of long-horns. Arriving in the rocky brush by the river, they wait for their payday to arrive from down the trail.
" Boss, Boss, we'er all set." Pookie says, riding past to join the point riders out front carryin' their long-riffles across their saddles, Panther, tips his hat and nods, he's ready and waitin' for the show to begin. Cori, Sugar and Falco hold the herd into a straight line for the River ahead, swing-ridin' all the while keepin' eyes on the trail and hills close by. Sweetpepper, with Sweetie and Kacey carry newborn calves on their saddles, too young for the quickened pace of the herd."
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08/27/2014 02:20.21 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 26- troubles comin our way
Howdy cow-wranglers, Chuey here with today's Cattle Drive Update. We rode double watches during the night to keep an eye open for our friend Black Bart. We were waitin' for him and his raggedy band of vultures to swoop down on our herd and run' em off in the middle of the night, but all was quiet. Too quiet!
"Boss," Polly whispers " what' d ya think he's up too?"
"Well, ain't too sure. He's been trailin' us since we headed out, ain't sure at all" I answered, not sure what to say beyond that.
" JL and Sky sent back word through Kiddo and Spot that Black Bart had hankered down over yonder by Llano. They been talkin' real quiet-like, makin plans" Jedi reports. I nod, and give Cutter his head as we make one round of the herd to update the others on what I just learned.
We kept the herd close-up and movin' pretty steady through the mornin' and by mid-day we'd already covered six miles. I'd just set down to some hot vittles when Chyna came gallopin' in, stoppin in a cloud of dust and horse sweat. " the rustlers are saddled up and movin to the rocks west of Beef Trail Crossin'. Jenny-Lynn and Sky are followin' 'em so they don't make a slip on us and get us by surprise. "
Chyna hopped off Dyna-Dancer, and Rio grabbed the lead and walked her to the corral, stripin' her saddle off and rubbin' her down good. BonBon ropes a silver dapple and throws the saddle over his muscular back, tightenin' the straps good, and leads him over to where Chyna is eatin' a quick bowl of stew before headin' back to join up with JL and Sky.
"tell them two not to get gun-crazy too soon, we wanta teach Bart a lesson 'bout his thieving' ways"
I grabbed up Cutters reins, as I sprung onto his back, given him a slap on the shoulder we were off on a gallop to warn the point riders to b e ready for the "party"
"Sky, look" Jenny-Lynn points out the hoof prints of two new riders crossin' those of Black Bart and his band of rustlers." Sky leans over the shoulder of his horse Chief and studies them for a minute.
"Yep, looks that way" Sky clicks to Cutter and they move out followin' the new set of tracks for a spell to see who it is that has joined the rustlers. They didn't have to ride long before they spied the gang, settled down in the brush, with a smoke-less fire heatin' a pot of grub. Black Bart was in deep conversation with the two new comers, while the others kept a watch for the herd on the trail. It was here, hidden by the rocks and brush that Chyna caught up with them. She had brought them food from the dragon-wagon and they ate it in silence as they kept watch on their friends below .
Suddenly, the camp was alive with activity as the rustlers caught up their horses, and silently packed up their belongin's. " Ok boys, they're gonna be here in a few hours, lets get us ready, "SLIM, you and Twitch get over to the rock corral and make sure that the herd can't escape when the rest of us drive them in there."
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08/26/2014 02:10.23 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 25--Troubles are a brewin'
Howdy pardners, Chuey here with today's Cattle Trail Update. We had ourselves a restful, peaceful night. The watches went smooth as silk, and not one cow was inclined to stir up any troubles. We filled up on a breakfast of hot biscuits and gravy, bacon, eggs, and some flap-jacks. What a meal that Lizzie, Kaji and Mikey dish out. Could get used to this mighty easy.
As the point riders moved out, aand the dawgies fell into place the mornin' sun was just peakin' over the eastern horizon. I decided to take Baxter and Little Peep with me and scout out ahead a ways for good grazin for the noon stop-over. We'd rode like-wise to four miles when somethin' shiny in the distance caught my eye. We pulled up under the shade of a tree as I watched for a spell. "HHMMMM? Looks like we're 'bout to get us some company" I sat still and watched longer and ate my apple with Baxter and L'il Peep. "Yep! We best be headin' back to the herd, wanta make sure we got the welcome mat out"
By the time we rejoined the herd they were two miles shy of were I'd saw the sun bouncin' off something in the distance. Somethin' like the barrel of a gun!"
"Jenny_lynn, Chyna, Sky, I need ya to ride over towards the west some, cut back at Beef Trail Crossin' . I think we're about to have us some fun."
Sky and the others rode off at a gallop. Pistols were carried in Holsters worn in varies manners. A multitude of holster styles existed and each was made for a specific need. Rifles were carried in hand or in scabbards attached to the saddle or wagon. 'Cowbirds' carried their pistols as tools and kept them in a readily available condition. Most cowbirds were good to excellent marksbirds, relying on their guns to stay alive on the trails.
"We're in for some fancy shootin' cowboys and girls, best ya all get your side-arms at the ready." I rode from wrangler to wrangler. A tension spread swiftly through the group, as we pushed the herd along the trail, gettin' them to pick up a l'il speed.
"BOSS, you sure we can't handle Black Bart?" Zippy asked nervous of the possible outcome
"There's but five or six of 'em against all us, we'll lickin' right good and dandy Zippy!"
Jenny-Lynn, Sky and Chyna had made record time to Beef Trail Crossin, and were doublin back to come up behind them thievin' feather-lice infected rustlers. They ground hitched their horses and creep up nice and slow until they had them in their sights. "Think we might as well blast'em now? " JL asked eager for a good fight.
"Not yet, let's have some fun first" Chyna whispers softly
Sky took a small stone and tossed it far to the left. The rustlers wiped round as if a Ghost had touched ' em." What was that boss?"
"Ain't nuthin' but a chipmunk or the likes of it." Black Bart watched as in the distance the dust cloud appeared, " herds acomin' get ready lads"
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08/25/2014 01:24.28 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
My name is Angel Girl--Angel for short. I am SKY and Little Angel's fister. I am going to be your September BOTM candidate.
I have spoken at length with my frother SKY and Chuey our cousin and Sky had agreed to let all of you keep your cow-pony for next month as we take a horseback tour of the beautiful and historic
Cape Beeton Island, Canada. We will require birdies willing to lead a pack-horse of two as we rough it out under the stars, learn about the Celtic heritage of this Island, whale watch and more. I hope you all will be able to join us on this day by day tour.
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08/24/2014 03:51.42 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 24-- Where the green grass grows
Howdy all, Cowgirl Chuey here with Sunday's Cattle Drive update. It's firstly important to note that after a lot of yellin' hazin' and chasin' we got the herd and remuda cross the Red River and gathered safety on the other side. We sure were bushed when it was all said and done, but there's no rest for the wranglers on the trail. We got ourselves a good fed of grub, and set about a spell talkin' of all the places we'd so far passed through.
The trail proceeded northward, crossing the James River near the site of present Noxville, the Llano at Beef Trail Crossing, the San Saba at Pegleg Crossing, and Brady Creek west of Brady. The trail left the Hill Country through Cow Gap. The Western Trail crossed the Clear Fork of the Brazos near Fort Griffin at the Butterfield-Military Road crossing, where the second feeder trail from Tom Green County, which ran through Buffalo Gap, joined the trunk route. Thence the Western Trail proceeded through Throckmorton, crossed the Brazos at Seymour and the Pease at the site of Vernon, and veered northeastward to leave Texas at what later became known as Doan's Crossing.
The Western Trail crossed the Prairie Dog Town Fork of the Red River a few miles north of Doan's, to enter Greer County, near present day Warren, Oklahoma. We will soon leave the current trail north of Abilene, to take the Potter-Bacon Cutoff to cross the Llano Estacada, ending in Wyoming. Leaving the river, the trail now enters the most dangerous section of the route, the Cheyenne-Arapaho Reservation. Here the drovers frequently meet American Indians who want to supplement their meager government rations with fresh beef. Usually the meetings ended amicably, but in the mid-1880s military escorts were frequently assigned to the trail. However, we have already made contact with the tribal leaders and will cross the territory unharmed.
Weighin' heavy on everyone's mind is the report of Jenny-Lynn, that Black Bart and his gang of rustlers have their hearts set on takin' the herd for themselves. To help protect the wranglers we are riding doubled up, and everybird is packin fire-power, just in case it comes to a real-life western shoot-out.
The cows move slowly, tired from their day long crossin' of the Red. We don't push them hard, but wanta try to get some distance between us and the rustlers before we hit the rough, rugged mountain-like terrain to come. Since Dragon-wagons are prime attack targets because they carry not only food supplies but ammunition. medical and other stocks as well, we have appointed JL, Sky, BB, Chyna and Kiddo to ride guard until we hit the Kansas border northwest of Buffalo Gap.
Happy Trails to you, until, we meet again
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08/24/2014 02:56.57 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 23--Crossing the River part 2
Whoopie, Ride 'em down Pookie" I hollered as the bull charged through the millin' herd at the water's edge, and out into the open grasslands beyond, followed by half the herd. Susan and Kacey light out after the herd at top speed, cutting cows back towards the river. The panic of one cow runs wild through a herd, it becomes a dangerous game for both riders on their horses and the herd itself.
" Cut her off Zippy" Rio yells over the thunder of hooves. Zippy maneuvers her horse into the herd, and swings the horse towards the river, turning a fleein' heifer and calf, several others follow her, as they slow their pace to a fast walk in the right direction.
"Giddiy up" Sky slaps Chief on the shoulder as he lunges out of the rushing river, after the runaways. Pookie let's his rope fly, catching the bull by the front leg. He tumbles forwards to the ground, giving the riders time to get in front of the stampede and turn them back. Pookie holds the rope taunt with his horse preventin' that bull movin' for a spell. Finally with the herd slowin' and turning towards the River, the bull staggers to his feet as the rope slacks. Pookie is joined by Gus as they haze him back into the center of the herd once more.
"What expert horsemanship!" I yell across the River to those responsible for stopping a stampede. We'd managed to hold the herd already crossed calmly in the sea of grass. "Ok, let's get' em over" I yell and wave my ok, as the herd is once more pushed into the water and swam over.
It takes a goodly part of the day to move our herd across the river, what with strays, them gettin' bogged in the mud on the banks and needin' pulled out, and the water pulling weaker ones with the current. Finally with the calves swam over across saddles, the herd is put to graze as the horses and Dragon wagon prepare to join us.
"Alright, let's get the wagon over" Sky and Jenny-Lynn help the ferry man roll the heavy vessel onto the raft,. It's goin' be a slow process to carry first the wagon, then the supplies across the rushing river. The ferry is pulled by heavy rope cables strung shore to shore. It is hard, difficult work, but surely as not it is finally finished. As Kaji, Lizzie and Mikey help re-load the supplies the remuda is driven from their oped corral towards the river.
" OK Boss, let's have'em go" Peppino calls out to Chuey on the opposite shore. Chuey raises her cowbirdhat and the push begins. The horses are herded for the bank and quickly out into the moving waters. We don't give'em time to rethink this. Horses are good swimmers, but some still flail wildly and have to be roped and pulled to the banks, amongst the screams and high shrill fearful whinnies.
Sugar sees a white gelding pulled under the current, tossing her rope over his slender neck as he comes to the surface further down stream. She clicks to Thorin who lunges for shore and up the grassy embankment. The gelding pants heavily.
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08/23/2014 01:37.12 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 22- Crossing the rushing Red River
Howdy pardners, Chuey here with a brief update on our progress on the Cattle Trail.
With Jenny-Lynn's safe return from checkin' out the rustlers I was able to have some peace of mind. We have other pressing matters at hand. We'd no doubt deal with them rustlers mighty soon. Sky, Jenny-Lynn, Jedi, Ms BB and Pearl at point we began to haze the herd towards the river. The roar of the water fillin' our ears long before we arrived outside Doan. Sugar, Boo Boo, Snowflake, Chipper, and Cori helped to round up the cows with young calves at their feet. Ropin' the calves and tying 'em over their saddles for safety. The others took to yowlin' and Yippin' to stir the herd to movin'. Cattle by nature are leery of fast moving water, and this River was no different. They hesitated as they were pushed by those behind them down the red rocky banks into the cold water.
Jenny usin' her horse, Get Away, bumped the lead steer to get him committed to the swim, the others bulked as they entered the river, bawling and tryin' their darnedest to turn back. With a swat on the butt the lead cow plundered into the water, eyes wide with fear, but she continued to move, swimming as she reached the middle of the nearly mile wide crossing.
"Move' em long, gitt-along, cow-bosssssss, Git-ip, move 'em up." Sky yellsa t the frightened cattle, forcing them to swim to reach the other side safely. " JL, Rope that red before she falls" Jenny-Lynn ropes her in one try, pulling the tired heifer to safety closer to the bank.
"Calf down" Snowflake yells to Jedi who plunges his horse along side the calf being tugged away with the current. " Got 'er" he yells out, pulling the calf beside his horse and out of the river's rushing waters.
"Bring 'um up" Sky yells as the herd continues to file into the river on the Doan banks. " BB, black steer" he yells over the river's roar. BB swings Sun Dancer to the right and ropes a steer who has fallen before he got trampled by those behind him. The horses whinny loudly out of fear and tension as their riders push the herd forward. "Susan, white heifer to your left" A yearling heifer flails terrified in the strong current, pulled down stream. Susan races Thorin down the banks to cut off the drownin' heifer, roping her over the horns she backs her horse up pulling the bawling heifer to the opposite bank.
" YAAAAW!!! Get-a-long" Spot yells to the now hesitant cattle. He uses his horse to push them to the bank and Silver drives them on into the water.
Dixie, Cookie, Hulk and Cydney swim their mounts across the river just south of the herd, to help pull out stranded cattle to safety.
Suddenly a bawl cuts the air as a red checked bull enters the river, tryin' to turn back he bumps those behind him causing them to split and run away from the river. Celine and Polly race after him, with Zippy Rio and Pookie cutting in front of the herd following at his heels. We had a stampede headin' our way if they can't turn'em back to the water.
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08/22/2014 11:21.46 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 21-- The Perils that lurk in the water
Howdy wranglers, Chuey here with today's Cattle Drive Update. It's a warm day as the sun rose over the horizon. The final night watch was in from the herd as Kaji and Lizzie served up a mes of biscuits with gravy, oatmeal and black thick Texas Coffee. A mighty fine feed if ya are askin' me. Mikey was busy loading up the hot-rolls into the Dragon-wagon (chuck-wagon to all ye green-horns) as the light finally began to bounce off the milling herd of critters out on the pasture just north-east of Doan.
I'd been a ponderin' what had become of Jenny-Lynn and the spies we'd left yonder in the hills keepin' an eye on our rustler friends there. About the time I was gettin to frettin' some, Kiddo came galloping into Doan with news. " Jenny-Lynn had decided the only ways to know what a rustler was thinkin' was to become one of them." .she acted like she is running from the law and asks to join them, she knew Kiddo, Panther, Finnegan, & Sweetie had got her back! This is not an attack, merely a fact finding mission to determine fire power and numbers, BUT JL IS READY FOR COME WHAT MAY! She will slip out of the outlaws camp when they are all sleeping like babies cuz they had to much Red Eye to drink! " That left me with some concerns but knowin' Jenny-Lynn she could handle herself, we began to prepare the herd for the River crossin'.
One of the most dangerous parts of driving cattle was the River Crossings. A deep river that was wide like the Red River, and had a strong current from recent rain presented three great hazards. One was the cattle could be swept downstream, making them tired from struggling and causing them to drown. Cattle have no lick-a-sense and can get half way across and change their minds and turn back, causing the herd to become tangled up together and drown. The River banks themselves were a problem As the herd entered and exited the stream they need firm ground, enough to support 800 pounds of wet beef. Sometimes with the wet cattle ahead, followers found themselves mired in quicksand that sucked the cow down where it died a slow terrified death.
When the water was too hazardous to cross it meant delays which caused problems as many herds arrived at the same locale, needing grass to graze and putting the drivers behind schedule. Wranglers worked 24/7 to keep herds separated while they waited on the River to recede.
With all this in mind, we set out to gather the herd of ornery critters back into one place to begin the arduous task of crossing the rapidly flowing Red River, running fast after all the recent rains. With guns blasting into the air, whips lickin the flanks of some very stubborn strays, and ropin' in cows with infant calves at their sides it took well onwards to noon before the herd was back in line to begin the water crossing.
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08/21/2014 01:51.11 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 20-takin' a break in Doan's Crossing
Howdy Pardners; It's a fine day to be settin' back relaxin' in Doan. Now, I must be tellin' ya, that some of these cow wranglin' birdies are inside Doan's Store at the Saloon but all in all it's a mighty good day. The chuckwagon is being restocked as I enjoy restin my vent right here in front of the Doan General Store. Henceforth it's a mighty long trail to the next town along the line. I wanta take today to tell you all a bit about the duties and requirements for each position on this cattle drive.
Trail Boss--must be very experienced, a quick thinker, cool-headed, co-operative and have leadership skills. Carries full responsibility for the entire group-cowbirds, cows, horses. Locates water, grass with the help of scouts, knows how to track different animals, keeps the peace between cowbirdies, and handles all money. Wages in 1880--$90.00 month
Point Bird--High level of experienced, most honored position on the drive, determines direction of the cattle-must be reliable, work in groups, and works in twos keeping lead steer/cow going the correct direction. Wages in 1880--$30-40 month
Swing or Out riders--must have some experience, must be knowledgeable about cattle and using horses to keep them in line on the trail. Position third ways back from the head of herd Wages in 1880 $30-40 month
Flank Riders--must have some experience on trail drives, must know how to ride a horse, Cuts in cattle that stray,rides two-thirds way back from the front of the herd. Wages in 1880 $30-40 month
Drag Riders--Usually an entry-level position--willing to work hard, endure dust & dirt kicked up by the herd, rides at the back of the herd to keep older, calves and cows etc up to herd. Wages in 1880 $30-40 month
Horse Wrangler--Entry-level job, work hard and learn, drives the remuda of horses before the chuckwagon and ahead of the cattle, rounds up extra horses, herds them into a rope corral several times daily, keeps the horses together, eating grass until change over time for cowbirds, makes sure ridden horses get extra feed-corn and grass, keeps saddle horses grouped together, helps the cook gather wood, harness the chuck wagon team. Wages in 1880 $20-30 month
No matter what position a cow bird has, it entails hard work, sweat, and determination and a drive to get the job done. Tomorrow we start our crossin' of the Red River, a dangerous and difficult task for both herd and riders. I think I'll be moseyin' along to the Saloon myself to wet-my-beak.
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08/20/2014 01:34.15 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 19--The Gathering at the River
Yeehaaaaw; Chuey here with a Cattle Drive update. We've been watchin' some would be rustlers whilst the herd was running full out towards the Red River. Trustin' that my wranglers had everything under their control I sat a while and simply watch and listen. The herd slows as it nears the water, as the foamy wet horses breath deeply catchin' a breath after miles of gallopin' all out to keep up with them dawgies.
There's many a peril on the long western trails, from snakes to rustlers, but none is as deadly as the Red River Crossing. Historian Andy Adams described Doan's Crossing:
"Red River, on the northern border of Texas, was a terror to trail drivers. The majestic grandeur of the river, with its red bluff banks, the sediment of its red waters marking the timber along its course, while the driftwood, lodged in trees and high on the banks, indicated what might be expected when she became sportive or angry. The crossing had been in use only a year or two when we forded, yet five graves, one of which was less than ten days made, attested her disregard for human life. It can safely be asserted that at this and lower trail crossings on Red River, the lives of more trail men were lost by drowning than on all other rivers together. Doan was the last town before entering Indian Territory and was the last spot where US inspectors were stationed to inspect herd brands before allowing them to enter Oklahoma.
"The thundering of the herd could be herad clear to Doan and beyond, the dust cloud arriving before the thristin' herd. I figured I'd better get moseyin' along, and keep check on the rustlers later, as the wranglers might be needing me, and the birds to get them back from the water before they drank themselves to death. We creep out real quiet-like and urged our mounts into a gallop and caught up just shy of Doan.
" Boss, what's up with the rustlers?" Sky asked riding fast to catch up
"They ain't movin no where fast, so we left'em settin' and joined back up to bring these dust-bags under control again." Chuey wiped sweat from her forehead with her bandanna.
" Pookie and Snowy have rode up front to cut them back before they hit the water full-out" Cookie yells as he races past on Thunderbolt. " Spot and Chipper are guarding the remuda, to try to keep the horses in check."
The sign for Doan's store whipped pasta s the herd started to pull to a stop atthe river edge, heads down, gulpin' water up like a sponge. " Sugar, Sweetie! Cut them two cows back before they drop dead from over drinkin"" Panther yelled trying to get a red checked bull back into the herd without much success. As the dust began to settle, we could see that the herd had spread out over a mile of river bank in both directions. It would take a lot of skill, energy, and work to gather them back into a herd. Quick horse changing, with Peppino and BonBon saddling and ropin our mounts expertly to keep us movin them Long horned devils back in place.
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08/19/2014 08:47.19 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
How is my peachy love today? Thank you for celebrating my hatchday and most of all for the flowers, simply awesome! Let's have a picnic today because it is sooooo nice! Love and winghugs, Baldrick

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08/19/2014 08:20.10 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 18--Red River's calling
Phew what a long night. Keepin' watch on them Rustlers,and holdin' the herd close is a job, especially when they smell water. These Long-horned varmints can smell water for miles and when they do, it's a job to keep them from stampeding. With the comin' of mornin' we are still hankered down watching them, keepin' the rustlers under close eye.
Leaving the herd under the care of my trusty cow-hands, they're up and movin by first light. We're headin' to Doan today,at the Texas-Oklahoma line and our first difficult river crossing. Corwin Doan settled at the crossing back in 1878 and built his homestead there in 1881. Doan had a large stock of goos to supply the cowboys who annually drove cattle along the Western Trail. The village of "Doan't Crossing" had 14 or more buildings. Doan, his wife Liddie (1850-1905), and their 3 children entertained people from all walks of life - English lords to Indians - in theirs adobe house. In fact it is estimated more then seven million head of cattle and horses made this difficult crossing between 1876 and 1893.
"You all better head back to the herd," Chuey instructed, " Kiddo, Jenny-Lynn, TiPaul and Cori, you stay hankered down here and keep watch."
"Ok Boss" Boo Boo exclaimed sneakin' back all quiet like to where our horses have been ground hitched.( reins left hanging from the bit, used when horses might be needed to make a quick escape). The others rode back to the south of where the rustlers where hidden out to pervent their horses getting wind of them and tippin' them off.
"I'm goin' sneak up closer to get a better look, see if I ain't able to hear what they have up their sleeve." Chuey crouched down low and worked her way silently towards boulders not more then 50 yards from where the rustlers sat drinkin; their coffee and eattin' grub.
Sugar, Polly, Zippy, Moggie and Susan where riding point today, but the herd was itchin to run from the get-go. They kept turnin' the anxious cows back into the herd. The whole mass of cattle began to trot as they caught wind of the river ahead. Cinn-A-Bun, and Chyna rode from the drag to talk to the Point riders.
"We might as well give'em head and let'em run, we are can't keep them in and the out-riders are spending their time cutting strays back in. If we don't they're goin' a break anyways and we'll be chasing them to the Red anyways."
"You're right, tell the others to pull out a ways and give them their head." Sugar told them
Cinn-A-Bun went to the south side and Chyna took up the north and rode by to tell the others to pull a ways off and let'em run. The herd picked up it's pace as the smell of water grew stronger in their nostrils. Suddenly the lead cow took off on the run, with the others moving like a massive dusty wave over the ground. The sound of pounding hooves would be heard clear to Doan and beyond.
We're in for a fix of troubles now I'd say, sures hope they can get the herd back from the water in time.
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08/18/2014 10:11.11 AM Report This Comment  
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08/18/2014 09:36.32 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 17--Keepin' watch on the Rustlers
WHOA there Cutter, we have to stop and post our daily Cattle Drive update. I must say, driven cattle ain't for the weak or faint of heart. It takes a real Bird to sit that saddle 12-14 hours a day, 6 to 7 days of the week. Queen Zeena sent word, that we are headin' for another rain shower before we make Doan, on the Red River. That ain't good news, ain't good at all. I be tellin' why.
" Kiddo and Finnegan comes barrelin' in from the hill country with word that we goin' be havin' company right soon. Jenny-Lynn and her side-kick Sweetie are keepin' watch from a safe distance, keepin' tabs so to speak on them rustler-type birds. The others have taken cover in the hills surrounding their news camp, watching, waiting least they make the decision to try to run off some of our herd during the night-watch."
"Boss, what we goin' do bout them rustlers?" TiPaul asks pushing his hat back on his head.
"Don't rightly know. They ain't done anything yet so we best be watching them, and tendin' to our own business along the trail." Chuey says before slapping Cutter on the flanks to get him off in a quick run.
"Cori, Boo Boo and Peppino, come along with me. We're gonna go take us a better look at these rustlers." Chuey finishes as she dashes past at a fast trot.
"Silver, you and Raffi, take first watch. Keep a good eye on the back of the herd. We gotta keep 'em tight tonight. No strayin'" Chuey stops for a moment then moves on.
Dixie, Jedi, and Snowflake see Chuey and the others comin' from a distance, and ride out to meet them. They exchange a few words before turning their horses in the detection that Finnegan said he saw the riders bedded down. In camp Sugar, Kacey, Sweetpepper and Celine saddle up their night horses preparing to start their shift as night-hawks. Swinging up into the saddle Sweetpepper takes one last parting look at the warm fire burning n the camp before she and Sugar begin their watch. The four riders head in the direction of the herd, listening all the while for any unusual happens in the far distant hills.
" I sure hope there ain't no troubles tonight" Lizzie says to Kaji and Falco sitting by the fire. " we been lucky so far to have not encountered any troublin' situations."
"we're ready for them, if those rustlers wanta try taken our herd" Angel says out loud,
"We're a bad group to tangle with." Chipper adds "Cydney, why don't ya come sit for a spell, no sense in wearin' your legs out."
The Scouts, with Chuey and the others ride down-wind of the hidden camp so as not to alert the horses to their presence. They stop at a safe distance and ground-tie their horse, as they creep closer for a better look."
" home, home on the range, where a cow-bird is watchful all day, lest he falls asleep while countin' his sheep, and a rustler runs off with his herd."
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08/17/2014 08:13.22 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 16--The Chuck Wagon part two
Well howdy to all you cow-birds out in the wild west on the cattle drive. I hope you all had a good nights rest, cause am supectin' that we are in for some troubles come sunshine tomorrow. The scouts have been trailing some shady characters up in the hills, but somehow they seem to be one step ahead of us. Though I'm pretty certain, that when Jenny-Lynn, Kiddo and the other scouts find 'em they'll be wishin' they'd stayed clear of us.
With our bellies full of some more of Lizzie's greyt cookin' we be set to move the herd on the trail towards the Red River Crossin nearby to Doan. I do think it's important that we all know how important having Lizzie, Kaji and Mikey drivin' the "Dragon Wagon" Chuck-wagon is. So, without any further jawin' from me we'll finish our history lesson.

The Chuck wagon is equipped with the wide array of supplies needed to make the journey. Besides food, the supplies would include Farrier and Blacksmith tools for horseshoeing or making repairs to the wagon and horse tack. Sewing needles for mending clothing or saddles, first aid and alcohol tonics used for medicinal purposes. Bedrolls and rain slickers for the working cow hands along with the crew’s personal items. One side would be equipped with a large wooden water barrel to carry a two day supply for the working crew. The other side often had a tool box, as well a smaller attached wooden box in front called the jockey box. Additionally, the wagon would have a canvas cover called a Bonnet that had been treated in linseed oil to repel rain keeping items in the wagon dry. To allow headroom in the wagon, bows where added raising the canvas and providing securing points.
The chuck wagon would be managed by the cook . He performed all the needs for the camp sites along the cattle drives. He would be second in charge of the outfit to the trail boss. Due to his importance and position, the cook received pay around $45 per month while the wranglers and cow punchers received $25 to 30 dollars each month on a trail drive. The Cook also was expected to act as Barber, Banker, Doctor, Dentist, letter writer and sometimes referee in camp should tensions flair amongst the hired hands. His normal day started hours before others. Getting up around three in the morning he started by grinding roasted coffee.
Today, the Chuck Wagon so historically represents the era of the trail drives and the Cowboys whom worked the cattle that it was Honored as the Texas State Vehicle and continues operations on many ranches nearly 150 years after its invention. It is no surprise to view a chuck wagon and immediately think of those nearly forgotten trails and the cowboys who drove over 10 million head of cattle to market. Trails of majestic beauty where you can nearly hear the wind echo a ringing camp bell and the Cook calling out, “Come and get it. Get it while its hot”.
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08/16/2014 08:15.58 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 15--The Chuck Wagon part one
Howdy all, Chuey here with a TGIF Cattle Drive Post for you all. I think it is important that we all learn some history about one of the most important aspects of any cattle drive. THE CHUCK WAGON. Now, any cow-birdie worth it's weight in gold, loves to eat. We have been well fed by our wonderful cook Lizzie, and her two helpers Kaji and Mikey. They have been dishin' out some mighty tasty vittles.
There is a majestic beauty viewing over the massive grazing lands that run from Texas north through the Dakotas reaching into Canada. These plains expanded westward into Colorado meeting the rocky mountains and northwest to the Cascade Mountain Range. Scenic hills covered in tall Buffalo grass that whispers its historic past as one might sit silent reflecting upon the romantic images of the American West. As the wind blows through the wild blades of green stems that still flourish today, the sounds of the cowboys yawp can nearly be heard as they command their livestock on the long cattle-drives. Today, no other item best reflects the images of those cowboys who worked the cattle drives than the “Chuck Wagon”.
Prior to the Chuckwagon, Cowboys often relied on eating what they carried in their saddle bags such as dried beef, corn fitters or biscuits. In 1866, cattleman Charles Goodnight knowing the importance for his crew to drive cattle they'd require daily meals, bedrolls, extra gear and supplies. A humble Cowboy could work harder on a full stomach and a good night sleep. The trail would often last two or more months moving cattle several miles each day. Some drives lasting up to five months. Goodnight took a surplus Army Wagon made by Studebaker and added a large Pantry box to the wagon rear with a hinged door that laid flat to create a work table. The cook would then have everything he needed at arms length to prepare food. Shelves and drawers were added to the inside of the pantry to carry supplies and cooking gear. The larger pots, cast iron skillets and utensils would be carried in a box mounted below the pantry called the boot. The Army wagon merely was a light supply wagon of that period with Goodnight’s added design creating the invention of the CHUCK WAGON.
Tomorrow we will finish our history on the Chuck wagon. I smell dinner, gotta go!
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08/15/2014 11:31.29 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 13--Troubles brewin'
Howdy trail pardners, Chuey back in the saddle today. We had an ornery time getting onto BC yesterday. Finally, here I am again. I am happy that the rain has slowed down some and that all you cow wranglers did a greyt job keepin' the herd bedded in the trees and under control. Now that the rain has blessed the thirsty ground with water we face yet another danger. Cattle drivers often fought one threat or another when moving cattle. As dangerous as drought can be, too much water carries it's own risks.
Cattle gorge themselves on water and die within minutes from water intoxication. The thirsty cows over-drink, and once they fill up death can happen pretty quickly. Cattle wranglers must keep a safe medium between dehydration and over-hydration. Often a challenging task, trying to drive thirsty herds back from watering holes after they have gone without water. A cow consumes up to 8 1/2 gallons of water daily. In drought conditions they may get less then half a gallon. So, when water is available they gorge on it. Water that stands in the heat often becomes dangerous for the cattle to drink. Heat and sun produces toxic algae to grow rampantly, a fatal hazard to cattle.
Today we will move our herd onto the trail again, to make up for down-time during the storms. Our biggest concern will be to prevent, if possible, stampedes when they smell water as we approach Buffalo gap this afternoon. Due to the rain, the trail is muddy and slick, a bad combination for both cattle and riders.
" Pepper, Gus, Willie and Cori, take up the right outrider and keep those long-horns close. Sky, Silver, Pookie, BonBon and Chipper, you ride drag on the right and keep close up, they're goin' ta bolt when they get wind of water. " Chuey directs the wranglers into position." Jenny, Sweetie, Kiddo, Raffi, Snowflake and Cookie, you scout for water that ain't movin' too fast, keep your eyes open for rustlers hopin' to make an easy raid and drive off some of the herd. We need to keep them bunched tight today."
"Boss, do ya want me to take left out-ridin' today?" Spot asked.
"You gather the riders, keep the group close, and watch for strays that decide to make a break." Chuey tells Spot.
Pushin' her hat back, she stands tall in the saddle to scout the land ahead. " I have a bad feelin'" she tells Strawberry and Falco, " a bad feelin' indeed. We better keep our eyes wide open today. With all that rain, we're bound to have problems"
"BOSSS" yells Jenny trotting fast across the open field behind the slowly moving herd. " Found fresh horse tracks to the north, headin into the hills yonder." she points towards the heavily treed hills. " Want us to check'em out?"
Chuey instructs Jenny to take 4 riders and scout out the hills, keepin their eyes open for an ambush by rustlers. Watching Jenny gallop off to the north Chuey sits a stride for a moment to think, then races off to gather herself a searchin' party to join Jenny-Lynn in the hills.
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08/13/2014 12:50.02 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 10--When the rain comes down
Howdy cow wranglers, trail Boss Chuey here with some important news. As I perdicted yesterday the rains came upon us from over the mountains to the North. Now, we be needin' that there rain, but it does also bring us cow punchers a mess a trouble when it comes to tending these long horned critters. Havin' just traveled over one hundred miles with little more then a shallow creek or river here and there, these dawgies is itchin' to get some good grazin and a long, cool drink.
The thunder could be heard for miles before the first grey clouds dotted the blue horizon. The wind had picked up early on, and the herd had been spookin' and bolting all the day long. The first heavy drops of rain came as a blessed relief after sittin-saddle for fourteen long, dusty hours.
"Boss, rains comin' want that we move these cows closer to the trees?' Kiddo asked reining in Freckles in a cloud of parched dust.
"Better, they are boltin and fussing. Have Cydney and Gus help cut out the bulls and bed the herd down over yonder." Chuey points towards low lying grass land."Now, let me tell ya the cowboy life is no bed od roses so to speak. It's plum full of troubles, woes and dangers. In addition to hard work, the cowboy and his horse encounters many dangers on the cattle drive, particularly when crossing rivers. If the leader of the cattle was distracted or disturbed by a tree or brush floating in the river she might turn around, which would turn the entire herd around, causing them to "mill" in the river. The cowboys have to drive straight into the center of the mill, striking the animals to force them back on track or the cattle would drown. In 1879, a herd of 3014 cattle panicked while crossing the Platte River in Nebraska and 800 died. The cowboys often a time die in the river, thrown from their horses or gored by horns of panicked cattle swimming in the middle of the mill. A surprising number of cowboys are also unable to swim, according to Western historian Albert Marrin, who claims that most rivers on the cattle trails had numerous graves of drowned cowboys. Now, back to the troubles we was havin'."
Sky comes flying in so fast his horse skidded to a stop. " Rains coming hard, we'll be in the middle of it in fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."
"Strawberry. Hulk, Cookie, Susan" I holler over the mowing and bawlin' of the cows, " move' um yonder to the trees." Quick as a whip they had their horses cutting and herding the leaders towards the trees and low lands.
"Panther and Kacey were working hard to keep the cows with young calves moving. Some of them there calves bein only a few hours old and all."
Snowy and Cappy were busy helping Lizzie, Mikey and Kaji to get the pots and what-nots loaded back into the chuckwagon when the clouds over-head bust and the driving rain began. It was gonna be one long, night keeping them cows together.
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08/10/2014 06:50.31 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 9 Run Away Little Dawgies
"Grab your poncho pardners the rain is comin'. Chuey here with your Saturday Trail Drive update. Though the sun shone, the air told of rain comin quick. We had gone close-by ten miles when the grey clouds rose over the distance peaks of TeePee mountain of the Wichita Mountains in the distance. There are many cattle trails but the Great Western we're taken is quite distinctive because the terrain is more rugged, parched with formidable barriers such as the canyons in Texas, the Wichita Mountain crossing and the Great Basin in Kansas.
"The herd had been movin' long right nicely when that stubborn lead cow decided that she wanted to head for the pine ridges in the distance. Now, let me tell ya, nothing worse then a cantankerous Long Horn. Cori let out after her at full gallop trying to cut her and the dawgies that decided they be to followin' her all along, they'd let out after her too. Raffi seeing the lead pull off to the north east spurred Sun Dancer to break off after them.
Snowy and Cappy riding out on the north took chase. Well, it was a sight to be holden, that cow was running full out with upwards of some forty cows, steers and calves in hot persecute. I near fall off my horse standin' up to get a bird's eye view of the race."
" Stop you long tailed fool" Snowy yelled at her as dust rose thick
"Cut er off to the right " Cappy called out to Cori
Raffi was able to turn 'bout half the herd back into the direction of the main herd, while Pearl, Chipper and Jedi took up the out rider position stoppin' any who might have had a second thought. BonBon and Cydney raced out from the drag to join to take up the chase. Whoopin' and fannin' their horses flanks for more speed. That old lead cow was bawlin' and zig-zaggin' as best she could to try to loose the horses.
Seeing the fun, Celine spins Misty out of drag and runs flat out to left of the angry leader who by this point was slowin' down some. She stops dead, lets out one angry challenging bawl that brought the twenty-so followers to a stop. I was enjoyin the sight 'til I saw her lower her head and dig some sand up into the air. Tossin' her seven foot horned head with anger burnin' in her eyes. I gave Cutter his head and he was off like a bullet from an old over-under Smith and Western.
I hadn't made it part ways there when she charged Celine like some fighten bull. Fearin' the worse, I gave Cutter a good spat on the flanks but as I was watchin I see a rope go flyin out over her horns like water over the falls at Pegleg crossing. She rose into the air so fast I barely saw it when i take a second gander the she be lyin' legs tied and Pookie one foot resting on her heaving side.
Gathering up the strays we moved them back into the middle of the herd, and that old run-away cow walked all meek and quiet like back into the lead."
Then as we got back under way, the rains came...with a whole new mess a problems.
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08/09/2014 03:16.01 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 8 On the trail to Falfurrias
Howdy Pardners, Chuey here with a post for ye all. We had a greyt time chowin' down over at the Castle last evenin' with Queen Zeena. Still ain't reckonin what all the hoop-la was bout concern the cows grazin on the lawn but we cowbirdies obliged and moved them down-wind to keep the peace.
Well, lets me be warnin' ya all about the dangers we cow wranglers face every day on the drive. It all started out mighty normal like but suddenly we, who was chawin' round bout the fire hears us a ruckus, and a rider came gallopin' to tell us that Susan had an encounter with one of the worst, most-deadliest risks to both riders and horse. Here's what happen in her own tellin' "My horse, Nitro, nearly stepped on a rattlesnake! Nitro reared up and I lost my balance and I fell off, and I landed on the ground. Thankfully I didn't land on the snake! It had already slithered off, as Nitro had frightened it!! I sure hope that this doesn't happen again." Goodness gracious she was lucky, and her tail feathers were sore, but she was ready to go this morning."
"What's up boss?" Cookie asks Chuey
"I'm checkin the weather pardner" Chuey holds up her wing and nods. " Rains comin'"
"Want that we move the herd closer to the tree-line?" Raffi asks leading Sun Dancer to where the two stood on the crest of the hill."
" Might better, and we'll try to make Falfurrias by night fall." Chuey says looking over the herd of Long-Horns. ( Falfurrias is 163 miles from San Antonino Texas)
" Boss, Boss" Snowflake calls from the Chuckwagon, ' Want me or will Dixie ride shot-gun with Mikey, Kaji and Lizzie today?"
" Have Dixie head out with them" Chuey says, Swingin' her leg over Cutter's back
" Cori, Boo Boo, Sugar and Chipper, I want ya to ride drag today. We have a couple cows bout ready to calf so we'll need to be movin' slower" Chuey rides over to wear Panther, Cydney and Silver stand watch over the grazin' cattle. " You three join Kiddo, Sky, BB and Rio in scouting ahead. We're runnin' into dry weather, but I feel rain a comin'. We need to bed them down where they won't stampedin' on us." Chuey gives her orders, tipping her thank-you with her hat before turnin her horse on a dime to gallop over to the outriders on the south.
" HOWDY BOSS" TiPaul nods, what's up? "
"Rains coming, we have to move on but slower today. I want you, Gus, Willie, Peppino and Hulk to ride point. Keep the cows bunched, slow them by riding in front of the lead cow. She's stubborn and likes to run, but several cows are ready to calf." Chuey clicks to Cutter who spins on his heels and runs towards Pearl, Spot, Snowy, Sweetpepper and Kacey preparing to ride "out". Chuey warns them about the storm even though the sky shows no clouds, they listen to instructions. " Push them steers into the group, cut out the cows with young calfs before they get tramples underfoot. Have'em walk on the out flanks of the herd."
"Come along Little dawgies for Wyoming be your home"
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08/08/2014 03:01.11 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 5--no water at Beaver Pass
Day5--lookin' for water
Howdy Pardners Cowgirl Chuey here with today's BOTM posting. It's been a long hot ride today as the cowbirdies began Hazin (driving) the cattle at 5 am sharp. Miss Lizzie and Kaji had a fine spread o beans, hot biscuits, back-bacon and black coffee wait as our eyes opened on another day along the Great Western Trail. The final watch was in and eager to get some shut-eye but weren't gettin' any until later tonight.
Our day began easy enough as Sky, BB, Chipper, Falco, Dixie and yours truly took up point to get them long-horned varmits movin after a night of rest and grazin. Well, we hadn't gone more then a mile when Kiddo came flying in at break-neck speeds relaying the message that the waterin' hole at Beaver pass was bone-dry and we'd have to head further east to find water. A ride of an extra 7 miles today.

Movement of cattle

Cattle drives have to strike a balance between speed and the weight of the cattle. While cattle could be driven as far as 25 miles (40 km) in a single day, they would lose so much weight that they would be hard to sell when they reached the end of the trail. Usually they were taken shorter distances each day, allowed periods to rest and graze both at midday and at night. On average, our herd could maintain a healthy weight moving about 15 miles (24 km) per day.

On average, a single herd of cattle on a long drive (for example, Texas to Wyoming) numbered about 3,000 head. To herd the cattle, a crew of at least 10 cowboys was needed, with three horses per cowboy. Cowboys worked in shifts to watch the cattle 24 hours a day, herding them in the proper direction in the daytime and watching them at night to prevent stampedes and deter theft. The crew also includes a cook, who drives a chuck wagon, usually pulled by oxen, and a horse wrangler to take charge of the remuda, or spare horses. The wrangler on a cattle drive was often a very young cowboy or one of lower social status, but the cook was a particularly well-respected member of the crew, as not only was he in charge of the food, he also was in charge of medical supplies and had a working knowledge of practical medicine.

Stopping at high noon, our NightHawks ( night watch riders) got some shut-eye sure enough. Whiles the rest of us'en ate our fill of some a Miss Lizzie grub.

Head'em out, move um up cowbirdies. Get-along little dawgies(cattle)

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08/05/2014 04:21.01 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
July 10th BOTM POST
Hello to all my BC friends. Zeena here today to take a peek into some nestboxes around the world, and take a look at some of the amazing Amazon mutations being bred today. Please note that most are not currently available to the public. Some of these awesome finds are selling for as much as 125,000US each to breeders.
One day these new color mutations will be found in pet homes as newer mutations occur. Their unique beauty and charm is well worth the look. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I have. There are several renowned pioneers in color mutation breeding working in the USA in conjunction with international breeders.r Howard Voren is one such dedicated breeder. He has specialized in mutation breeding in several species with great success. All pictures show "pure" mutations, they are not hybrids. Hybrids are a breeding of two diverse species to produce specimens with characteristics of both species.
To breed mutations which occur spontaneously, breeders work with like marked birds or carriers which genetically have the potential to reproduce the desired new mutation. With continuing breeding the new mutation becomes stabilized, and will improve in size, pigmentation and over-all characteristics. Mutation breeding does not weaken the natural health of the species as they are produced from "normal coloured" birds. Many mutations are sex-linked which will only produce specimens of one sex or the other or must have one parent that is the desired mutation to reproduce mutation offspring. Mutation breeding is a challenging and rewarding field of aviculture built on patience and hard work.
I wish to thank everyone for their daily votes and blogs. I read each one and have learned a lot from your input.
I have added the mutation name to each picture for easier identification.

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07/10/2014 05:11.42 PM Report This Comment  
  Hello Celine
The Ara Project Part # 3

Happy Humpday everybirdie. Zeena here with the conclusion of the Ara Project series. I hope you have enjoyed visiting with these highly endangered Macaws, and learning about what is being done to help save the species in the wild. I wish to thank each one of my friends for your continuing votes and words of encouragement. I love receiving input from my friends, and learning more.

The Scarlet Macaw (Ara macao) is found in lowland rainforest and savanna, in Mexico remote portions of humid forest, on the Pacific slope in Honduras, in Costa Rica deciduous and humid forest, Colombia in lowland rainforest and gallery forest and Venezuela in rainforest and savanna. Although the Scarlet Macaw is listed by IUCN as least concern there is evidence of a population decline in the wild. It is listed by CITES as Appendix I. The declines in this species' population are due to habitat loss and fragmentation (expected to lose 20-35% of habitat within its range over 40 years (Soares-Filho et al. 2006, Bird et al. 2011)), the wild bird trade and hunting for feathers and food. Current population estimates are 20,000 – 50,000; total Central American population no more than 4000. Many outside conditions could suddenly drop numbers to the point where they will be unable to rebuild populations.
Reasons for decline in population;

Exploitation for the former wild bird pet trade
Habitat loss and fragmentation due to logging and agriculture
Illegal trapping for in-country trade, food and feathers
Shooting for the sport of it
Ecology

The Scarlet Macaw is found in lowland rainforest and savanna, in Mexico remote portions of humid forest, on the Pacific slope in Honduras, in Costa Rica deciduous and humid forest, Colombia in lowland rainforest and gallery forest and Venezuela in rainforest and savanna. Birds are encountered in pairs, parties of 3-4 or flocks up to 30 individuals as they forage on fruits, fruits and nuts of various palms, and seeds, flowers and nectar.

Tomorrow we are going to stop and take a peek into a few nestboxes to discover what eggciting chicks are inside. Bring your cameras for these awesome new arrivals in aviculture.

with love and scritches Zeena 25116

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07/10/2014 09:01.48 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
Hello Everybird, Zeena here with the continuing article on the Ara Project. Today we will look at the Great Green Macaw ( Military or Buffon's). We will look at their distribution and what has pushed them to the point of extinction.


Once prevalent throughout the entire Caribbean, Great Green Macaw (Ara ambiguus) populations have declined alarmingly in recent years due to poaching and deforestation, in particular the cutting of Mountain Almond trees. BirdLife International states" that over the past 50 years global populations have been reduced by half." A census conducted in the Cordillera de Chongon Colonche and Esmeraldas Province in Ecuador in 2010 found only 8 birds, with the current population in all of Ecuador suspected to be 30-40 birds (E. Horstman in litt. 2012). Recent conservation efforts in Costa Rica have stabilized numbers with less than 300 birds and an estimated 25-35 breeding pairs remaining (PsittaScene Aug. 2011). There are less then 1000 individuals in South American.
Factors contributing to decline in numbers;

Unsustainable exploitation, poaching for the wild bird trade
Subspecies guayaquilensis reportedly shot as a crop-pest
Conversion of forest to oil-palm and banana plantations, causing the loss of the large Mountain Almond
Increased impact of logging, agriculture, illegal coca plantations, gold mining and hunting
Illegal trapping for in-country trade, food and feathers

Ecology

This macaw prefers lowland humid forest and also strongly deciduous forest; in Costa Rica lowland primary forest. It is found at altitudes to 600m (1968 ft) in Costa Rica and1000m (3280 ft) in Panama. Less gregarious than other large macaws, it is found in pairs and groups of 3-4 birds, foraging on fruits and flowers.

Tomorrow we will take a closer look at the plight of the Scarlet Macaws, and what we can do to help save the remaining populations.

with love and scritches Zeena 25116

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07/08/2014 04:50.49 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
We have finally arrived at Monday once more. It's hard to realize one week is already gone on my BOTM campaign. Today we will take a short stop-over in Costa Rica to visit some good friends of mine and see what they have been busily working on. Being a Macaw this is one subject that is near and dear to my heart. The Ara Project. The Ara Project is a Costa Rican non-profit organization that’s breeds, for the sole purpose of release into the wild, endangered Scarlet & Great Green Macaws. With only 2000 Scarlet Macaws left in Costa Rica and only around 2500 Great Green Macaws ( also known as Buffon's or Military) left in the world the Ara Project is proving "breeding for release" to be a valuable tool to prevent further declines in the numbers or even extinction of these magnificent birds. They work in conjunction with MINAET (Costa Rican Ministry of Environment, Energy & Telecommunications).
The Great Green or Military(Buffon's) Macaw is endangered, and has been one of the key elements in the proposal for the formation of a new National Park in Costa Rica, Maquenque National Park. Already significant parts of the bird's existing habitat is covered by Nature reserves and other conservation projects. Project Ara is working hand in hand with locals to reestablish a strong breeding pool of wild Macaws with the end result to stop and reverse it's rapid decline.

The Ara Project incorporates breeding techniques and aviary management in order to carry out controlled release programs in conjunction with Costa Rican wildlife laws imposed by MINAET. The Ara Project has released a total of 80 Scarlet Macaws on its release sites. The Ara Project aimed to started their Great Green Macaw reintroduction program in 2011. This will be Costa Rica's and the world's first official reintroduction of the species. To date having released a number of both species
In the 80's retired American couple Margot and Richard Frisius started a licensed zoological park to take care of parrots confiscated by the government or disowned by private owners. In 1992 they officially started a breeding program to participate in macaw conservation, resulting in the establishment of the non-profit organization formerly known as "Amigos de las Aves" (Friends of the Birds). Over the years they created what has become the biggest collection of Great Green Macaws in captivity and, upon acquiring a breeding stock of sufficient genetic diversity, a successful Scarlet Macaw reintroduction program.
with love and scritches Zeena 25116

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07/07/2014 02:46.11 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
I am happy to hear that you are safe from that storm. Our meteorologists just kept talking about how it was gonna hit the Cape and we were all praying for you. All in all, we have had like the best weather this weekend along with all the ribs and corn on the cob we could stuff in our crop! A movie sounds greyt! I'm gonna pull out Rio for us. The parronts are sitting in their room with silly glasses on watching this I Frankenstein in 3D. Do you know how silly they look??! Making the popcorn now for us. Love and winghugs, Baldrick

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07/06/2014 02:10.41 PM Report This Comment  
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Happy Sunday to all my BC friends. Zeena here with a look at a species of bird, well reputed as THE best talker and mimicker. Once abundantly available at low prices, today an often difficult to find and much costly addition to ones Flockily. Momma Deb says as a child she recalls seeing a number of these interesting, entertaining birds kept in Pet Stores, and businesses. She has been searching for one for over ten years and only encounter one at a very costly price.
The Mynah, the loved and disliked Clown of the avian world.
The Common Myna (Acridotheres tristis), sometimes spelled Mynah, also sometimes known as "Indian Myna", is a member of the family Sturnidae (starlings and mynas) native to Asia. An omnivorous open woodland bird with a strong territorial instinct, the Myna has adapted extremely well to urban environments.The Common Myna is an important motif in Indian culture and appears both in Sanskrit and Prakrit literature. "Myna" is derived from the Hindi language maina which itself is derived from Sanskrit madana.

The range of the Common Myna is increasing at such a rapid rate that in 2000 the IUCN Species Survival Commission declared it one of the world's most invasive species and one of only three birds in the top 100 species that pose an impact to biodiversity, agriculture and human interests. In particular, the species poses a serious threat to the ecosystems of Australia where it was named "The Most Important Pest/Problem".

Mynahs are a lively, confident, aggressive, and noisy bird. It is friendly and perky, and the large flocks that gather at roosting time are usually raucous and grouchy. As pets they have many redeeming qualities including an inmate ability to mimic sounds, whistles and human speech. Once quite common in the pet trade, they now are difficult to locate. The Greater and Lesser Hill Mynahs are most thought of when imaging a Mynah Bird. Their clownish, outgoing personalities winning many a fan in years past.

Mynah's eat a mixture of specially formulated insect mash and fresh foods. Like the Lories, they have watery, odorous droppings, making them difficult to maintain in a home environment. those who endure the mess speak lovingly of their companions who seem to adore children, and adults alike. Daily cage washing, bathing and out of cage time are mandatory for good health. Momma Deb recalls that in her childhood most Mynah's were caged in small cramped cages,eating a diet of sunflower seeds and fruit. Thus living a miserable, short life. As advances came, it was found that Mynah's must have a balanced, more natural diet, and lots of room to move around in their cages. Bonded pairs breed readily in captivity. Babies that are hand-reared average $1200 to 1500 each when available. Bali Mynah's are rare and available to collectors only.

I wish to thank all my friends here on C for their daily support, and words of encouragement.

with love & scritches Zeena 255116

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07/06/2014 01:48.15 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Celine
Good afternoon my dear BC friends, Zeena here with today's BOTM blog. We will once more make a stop in South American to visit one of natures very interesting and unique inhabitants. Our host is one of aviculture's beautiful, and unusual songbirds. The Green Oropendola. The Green Oropendola is of exclusively Amazonian distribution.The Green Oropendola (Psarocolius viridis) is generally common in its wooded habitats that are found in the Amazon and Guianas of South America; specifically Bolivia, Brazil, Colombia, Ecuador, French Guiana, Guyana, Peru, Suriname, and Venezuela. Largely pale green above, the posterior underparts and rump are chestnut, and the tail is largely yellow except for the central rectrices. The bill is green basally, becoming red towards the tip, and the skin around the eyes and lores is pink. Males and females are similar in plumage, but the latter sex is substantially smaller. Like most oropendolas, this species breeds in colonies, usually of five to ten pairs, and constructing a hanging ‘basket’ nest of woven plant fibers. The species’ displays are similar to those of the Crested Oropendola (Psarocolius decumanus).
Related common species include such song-birds as the Meadow Lark, Bobo-Link and Bullock's Oriole to name but a few.
The Green Oropendola eats a diet of fresh fruits, insects, mynah bird food and nectar in captivity. An active, high energy species these birds require a large, long flight to maintain them in good condition. Somewhat difficult to breed, these beautiful birds require an aviary suitable to house a number of mature pairs to have any success in nesting and rearing offspring. Hand reared babies of the Green Oropendola are occasionally available but do not tend to retain tameness once weaned. In the wild they typically nest in colonies similarly to Quaker Parrots, building their hanging basket-like nests in a common tree. Captive breeding is seeing an increase in successful clutches being raised to fledging and adulthood.
These are definitely not a species for the beginner avicultarist, and their pricy purchase costs in excess of $850.00US each leaves them to the more well off and experienced collectors. Their song is soft and melodious, a pleasure to listen to. Their call is often described as flute-like and low.
Tomorrow we will visit with a wonderful, entertaining species of bird, that once filled many living rooms, but today is rare both in captivity and their wild habitat.
I wish to thank all my many friends for their loving support on my quest to be August's BOTM. I couldn't make it without all of you.
love and scritches
Zeena 255116

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07/05/2014 05:41.13 PM Report This Comment  
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Hello everybird, Zeena here with today's BOTM blog. First I wish all my US friends a happy and safe 4th of July Holiday. It is also the day that my little fister Little Angel will marry her beloved Dixie. Their wedding will take place on the BC Castle page number 239094. All are invited to join these two "love-birds" this evening at 6PM Eastern Time as they share their vows of love. The reception will follow on the same page. Today we will take a peek into a few nesting boxes around the world and see what we find. Come on, let's be very quiet, as we explore the many new Blue and Gold Macaw mutations .Color Mutations are considered "pure" birds. They occur in nature, although rarely and if they do, they often don't survive long, if the "new color" is too vibrant and they are easily visible by predators.

Color mutations in captivity are perpetuated by breeding like colored birds to like colored birds (of two birds that carry the color gene). The resultant offspring will often be the color that is desired. Hybrids are the crossing of two species, whereas mutations occur spontaneously.

Most of us know the Blue and Yellow Macaw. Many of us own one or more, however there are some really eggciting new mutations I'd like us to take a look at. We are most familiar with the typical blue and Gold. However there is a larger variant from Bolivia called the Bolivian Blue and Gold Macaw. The Bolivian variety is distinguished by its larger size and its coloring. On all these Macaws the colors are vibrant, but the Bolivian has more of a true blue rather than the teal blue seen in the average Blue and Gold. They all share the same wonderful personality and characteristics.

The Bolivian Blue and Gold Macaw is a variant originating only in Bolivia. It looks just like the typical Blue and Gold, however, it is much larger. A mutation of the Blue and Gold Macaw has also been reported where the yellow coloring is absent creating a blue and white bird. Although seldom seen or available there are many new mutations being bred. Many sell for over $50,0US each.
Momma Deb told me she would love to have one of each, they are so beautiful, I am certain you will have to agree.
photo one--white
photo 2-- white blue opaline
photo 3--white blue pied
photo 4-cinnamon opaline
photo 5--cinnamon
photo 6--lutino
photo 7--blue & white
photo 8-10-Golden or lutino-albino yellows
photo 11--blue and white
see you all tomorrow,
with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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