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Hi! My name is Jolie

I am a Green-Winged Macaw from pawtucket, RI.

hopalong casanovichky, Sir Casanovichky

14 years old   M

Green-Winged Macaw

Carrots,walnuts- ,apples,sweet potato,almonds,- pinenuts.

on his boing and his tree

don't touch my nails

lots of hugs and kisses

stands on his head.

i love you
My hatch day is May 23rd 2000.
ID# 42687

I joined BC 11-15-2006
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  hi Jolie
HAPPY HUMDAY

The Smith’s Longspur May Be Nature’s Champion Lover
Are you the type that has an insatiable appetite for lusty affairs?
Do you seek the same qualities in a partner?
Then you’ll probably enjoy the story of the Smith’s Longspur. This bird’s 70’s swinging style is enough to make even Hugh Hefner blush.

Arctic Summers, Midwest Winters
Small like a sparrow, the Smith’s Longspur spends its summers in Alaska and Canada and its winters in the Midwest and the South, often congregating in open fields.In terms of range, then, it’s a lot like some other species. What sets the Smith’s Longspur apart is its astonishing libido.

An Insatiable Appetite For Love
At the peak of the spring mating season, the typical Smith’s Longspur copulates more than 350 times a week. The females solicit these encounters, and the males cooperate roughly half the time.Otherwise the creatures are resting and refueling—for their fall migration or just to maintain their busy love lives!

As hard as it may be to believe given the cold affecting much of the country, but spring is only 16 days away

THANKYOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT FOR MY BOTM CAMPAGIN

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03/04/2015 06:03.33 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie pal
Hello fellow Amazon Adventurers, Amando here with a rather "fishy" situation. After scaring the Hippos away with a Cappy scream and landing safely down River, we soon made the discovery that that the Amazon is home to some pretty "fishy" characters. Red-bellied Piranhas.
Cappy shudders when he sees the bucket and the churning water ..." I think it best to stay away from that water ... Thank goodness those things can't come on shore ... just look at how fast they ate through the bucket ... Faster than I could have ... whew."
The others back away from the water as Jenny-Lynn eyes the chewed bucket, then leans over to look at the fish. "could I get one of those Piranhas with tartar sauce and lettuce, LOL! "
Just as the birds had settled for lunch Capt. Finny flew in at a swift speed, between breathes he related the outcome of the Green Angel's search of the area. "Kacey and Kallie sent Chuey to tell Chipper and I to get up the river fast! Pearl and Silver have been on the look-out with them to see what kind of suspicious activity is going on. We're getting pretty near where we could be spotting Armando's Momma and flock anytime now. So we wanted to be really careful. You're not going to believe this, but we saw more poachers! And this time they were really operating undercover, spreading nets. I think they may be after Armando's flock! You've got to get up here fast with JL and the gang, but be sure you keep little Armando out of sight. We've come so far and we're so close now, but this is going to be dangerous."
Amando looks at Jenny-Lynn and Sky, then at all his friends. He goes to Sugar and leans over to whisper into Armando's ear, " you're almost home little buddy. We're not going to stop now. Soon you will be back with your Momma" he kisses him softly on the head and sadly smiles at Sugar.
Turning to the others he says, " Finny and the Green Angels have found poachers ahead. Armando's flock is in danger. We are BC Commando Birds and we will not give-up, back-down or retreat. Who is with me?"
With one voice the cheer fills the Rainforest opening where the group stopped for lunch. "We will not be defeated. Together we shall win the war over poaching!" Amando's heart filled with hope and courage as he returned to Jenny-Lynn and Sky. Sitting on an old log, the three discuss with Finny the area ahead, the location of the poachers and make their plan of attack. Little Armando must be returned to his flock. Jenny looks at the drawing of the area and frowns. The nesting site for Armand's flock is close by. "I have no doubt that they are indeed after Armando's flock. " Jenny growls angrily, and glares off into the jungle growth.
"OK Birdie Commando's let's move out. It's war. This time it is no-holds-barred" Amando yells.
Sugar and Dory get Armando ready for the cross jungle trek. With Guards, Taz, Spot, Gus, Cori, Sweetpepper, Kiddo and Pookie in closed formation around Armando they begin to move out.
your pal Amando 226029

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01/26/2015 02:47.50 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Hello everybirdie. Amando here with today's Adventure update. After a frightful emergency with my fister Sweetie and her Pet Store toy, we are back on our trip to return Armando to his Momma and flock. With the Hippos awake things got pretty nasty for poor Cappy and his boat load of Amazon Adventurers. Hippos are not native to South America but were relocated here by someone then left to fend on their own when their owner was killed by authorities. The warmth, abundant water and plant life are perfect habitat for the displaced African natives. A large male awoke by the passing boat lets out a loud roar of annoyance that rouses the others from their afternoon rest. He runs forward, his strong legs moving easily across the river bottom. The others in his pod follow, heading towards the longboat.
Cappy sees the angry hippo coming and let's out a huge Cockatoo SCREAM, crest up, feathers fluffed. The male Hippo comes to a screeching stop and stares in wonder at the large white bird standing on the helm of the longboat. The others stop behind him, not certain what to do. The leader roars again and steps forward. Cappy screams again, this time he is joined by the other BC friends. The sound is deafening as it echos across the water. The Hippos having never seen or heard a Cockatoo before stare for a moment longer then turn on their heels and head back towards the distant shoreline. Cappy screams once more for a final warning, before smiling happily at his friends in the boat. "You just don't mess with a TOO!" he says, grabbing his oar. "OK, let's paddle out of here."
The other boats pass by undisturbed as the hippos keep a nervous watch from the banks. The group sails past Manaus, before BB calls to them to head for shore for lunch. Dixie and Little Angel were so comforted to be in the boat with Cappy as their guard,he sure did scare those hippos fast! They wouldn't want to mess around with that strong big beak.
BB opens her travel bag & gets out the portable kitchen. Out of the storage bins she gets corn on the cob, veggie Kabobs,Soy burgers and Spam hot dogs. Little Bits Best root beer is in the coolers along with Cream & Ginger Ale sodas.
"I am going to call in the supply shuttle for more food. Any birdie have a request for food??" she asks looking at Sky, " yes Pickles, I won't forget. Sky could you and Jesse go bring some water from the river please?"
Sky grabs two buckets as he and Jesse wander back down to the River where the others are playing a game of beach volleyball. Bending over, sky dips the bucket into the river and suddenly the water begins to turn and bubble. Startled Sky yanks the bucket out. "WHAT ???" he yells looking at it. The whole bottom was gone, eaten away. "Stay out of the water, Piranhas!"
Everybirdie stops dead and stares at the bucket, and the River.
"So many dangers to be wary of" Kaji sighs
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01/25/2015 10:16.13 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie Buddy
Hello Amazon Adventurers, Amando here in sunny Belem, Brazil. With our safe trip, and successful scouting of the surrounding area we took the opportunity to explore the area and attractions before getting down to the serious job of returning our Baby to his Parronts. "Come on let's go check out the beach and market place" Chyna says, Cori and the girls agree to that plan and leave together, swimsuits and towels under their wings."Stay together, and watch for any signs of danger!" Amando calls after them
"We better go keep an eye on them" Sky tells BB. Spot and BonBon with Parker follow along at a short distance to keep watch over the girls.
The girls giggle and laugh as they make they way to the beautiful, sandy beach. Seeing that they are in a safe, public location, Amando and Sky decide to go check out the market place. As they walk around, they come upon a small store on a side street. Here is where they meet Paoo. Paoo was sitting quietly on an old tree limb, barely moving, staring off into the distance Rainforest. The once beautiful Scarlet Macaw was dirty and his feathers looked dingy and rough.
"Hello!" Amando says startling the large bird. He looks bewildered as he tries to locate the source of the voice. "Hello?"
"He speaks Spanish" Sky says, " Bueno" Sky says
"Bueno" the Parrot replies, " I speak English. My name is Paoo. Who are you?"
"I am Sky and this is my frother Amando. We have come from America to return a baby Amazon to his Parents."
" I once lived free too. But one day it all ended and I was brought here. I was born in the Central part of the Rain Forest, high in a tree hole nest. I lived with my Parents and my flock. I learned to fly, and grew big and strong. When I was 5 years old I met a beautiful girl named Rosa who lived in another flock. We met everyday at the clay licks and had become very close friends. That ended one day. I awoke early that morning, as was my way and flew with my parents, siblings and flock to the licks, but no Rosa. Her flock never arrived that morning. I busied myself with eating clay as did all my flock members. The silence suddenly was shattered by the screams of macaws close by. Their panicked screams filling the air with terror. We rose into the sky as one, but being a flock and faithful to our own we flew fast towards the source of the panic calls. Circling above we saw several Scarlet macaws flapping wildly on the ground below and descended to assist them. There, on the ground I found my Rosa. She was covered in blood from a missing wing as were two others from her flock. I could not abandon her despite my fear of blood, so I landed close by and went to her side.
your pal Amando 226029

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01/06/2015 08:07.04 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie Buddy
Hello everybirdie, time to rise and shine. We will finish loading the shuttles and grab a quick breakfast before the sun rises over the BC castle. Then we are off to the warm, tropical Rain Forest of Brazil. We will land in Belem Brazil. From Belem, we shall begin our dangerous journey into the interior of the Amazon Rain Forest, following the Amazon River and the Orinoco Water Shed.
"I have spoken to a dear friend of mine, who once flew free in the Amazon. He was trapped and brought into Brazil’s $1billion illegal pet trade. It targets many highly desirable psittacids. Domestic and international demands for Brazil’s parrots is enormous. He warns us that according to a recent report by researchers David Pearson and Les Beletsky, domestic aviculture is an “iconic (activity) in all classes of Brazilian society”. Over 70 percent of wild-taken parrots are sold domestically, despite harsh laws that prohibit possession of wild-caught psittacids. The remainder are shipped to the USA, and Europe. We must be ever watchful, and careful least we too become part of this illegal trade in wild Parrots."
"Come and get it" BB calls between gulps of steaming hot coffee.
The boys yawn, and try to go back to sleep. They had spent the night taking turns feeding and caring for the baby Amazon. The baby is wide eyed and ready for breakfast as Kiddo opens one eye and looks down at the bundle of energy snuggles beneath him for warmth. " You sure don't sleep very long do you little one?"
After a quick hearty breakfast, the shuttles are loaded and with one final glance around the KB the Amazon adventurers and baby with his watchful foster Moms Dory, Sugar, Jenny-Lynn, Sweetie and Spot are belted in. With a final look around at BC and home, they head south-east towards their starting point in the resort city of Belem, on the Atlantic coast of Brazil. The flight is uneventful, and Baby sleeps quietly only waking long enough to eat and take a quick look out the windows at the clouds and blue skies around them. Landing carefully under the expert talons of Ms BB and Mr Sky, the shuttles touch down outside the city in a secluded location, where it will be safe for them to exit the shuttles and get their bearings. Having left the cold and snow of Canada and many parts of the US behind, the sun and heat feels good after the long flight.
" Hulk, Kiddo, Sky, Picabo, Silver, Pearl and I will go scout out the area. Wait here till we return. Be care and keep an eye out of humans." Amando says, as the boys head off towards Belem. The others unload the backpacks, tents and gear they brought along, readying everything for the long trip up the Amazon River. After a short while the scouts return with word that "it should be safe to explore some today in Belem, but stick together, never be alone."
your pal Amando 226029

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01/05/2015 10:12.59 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Hello fellow Adventurers, as promised today we will pick the baby's name. Due to the number of names I have made a separate list and posted it onto my page--PLEASE pick one name and let me know your choice--they are all greyt. Remember the baby is a BOY.
Rushing into the food tent, everybirdie places their food on the counter, as Sky and BB get busy cleaning and blending them through the food Processor. "WAIT SKY, not the Blackberry, it's not a fruit it's an ipod." Hulk yells as Sky prepares to drop the blackberry into the mixture.
Spot finishes feeding the baby by regurgitating food into his hungry mouth. "There, all full" he hands the baby back to Sugar who makes a disgusted face and tries not to gag.
"SPOT, you really know what you're doing" Parker says looking sorta nauseated
"THAT was so, owwwww, yuck!" BooBoo says holding her beetle in her beak. "GROSS!" she says, tossing her head back sending the beetle into the air. It falls straight into her beak. "YUMMY! Now that's how I like my food. Fresh, squirmy and crunchy"
"Now, that's GROSS!" Jenny-Lynn says, turning her attention back to the sleepy eyed baby in Sugar's wings. "Finnegan, how'd you like to take a turn watching baby for a while so we Zon Girls can get something for supper?"
Finnegan takes the little fluffy baby gently into his wings, looking at him with soft, wide eyes. "We'll get you home, don't worry little fellow"
The moment is broken by BB's loud yell, "SKY! What are you eating?"
Sky turns red, a large ladle in one wing, his beak full, " NUFFIN"
"Did you eat the baby's supper?" She eyes him and the half empty pot of blended food.
"I just tried a little, you know to be sure it tasted right without the pickles in it" Sky replies
BB shakes her head, taking the pot and ladle away from Sky. "We put this into small jars for our trip, unless you want to feed him?" she says with a shiver.
"We'll take turns BB, we're all pretty good at feeding fingers, hands and toys, so we can all take a turn feeding baby." Kiddo says proudly, smiling at the little sleeping chick, "it'll be good experience for us"
With the baby soundly sleeping in Finnegan's wings, the hungry birds fill up their plates from some of Lizzie and BB's fine cooking at the food tent. With full bellies, they set about fueling the shuttles, packing provisions, and building a bed for baby to sleep in during their long trip up the Amazon River.
"Jenny-Lynn, you really think we'll be able to find the baby's parents in all that Rain Forest?" Sweetie asks as she packs her favorite toy and some extra pellet and Finnegan's bag of Kaytee handfeeding formula into her backpack
"We'll find them. We're Zon's we don't give up, we don't back down and we don't ever break our promise to a baby" Jenny-Lynn says with deep conviction.
"Let's get some sleep and we'll leave at dawn. We need to take turns feeding baby every two hours or whenever his crop is empty, whose first?" Amando asks
your pal Amando 226029

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01/04/2015 07:41.24 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie Buddy
Hello everybirdie, Amando here with our third day's Adventure update. I want to say the names you are coming up with are great. I will post them in Sunday's blog and everybirdie can vote on their favorite choice. The name with the most votes on Monday will be our new name for the Baby Amazon. Talking about baby's I sure hope we can find his Momma soon, he's starting to get pretty hungry.
"Chirp, chirp, CHIRP!!!!!!!!!" the baby cries as he stares at Jenny-Lynn and Sugar who are snuggling him close to help keep him warm. "CHIRP!!!!!"
"He's hungry, what are we suppose to feed him?' Sweetie asks Kaji who is watching from a safe distance. "Do you think Lizzie might cook something for him?"
"I don't think babies eat food like that, he needs special baby food, mushed up bugs, and worms and spiders" BooBoo says, hurrying to bring the baby a nice plump beetle she just caught.
"Boo Boo, stop, baby birds don't eat that stuff, not baby Parrots anyways!" Cori grabs her fister by the wing to slow her down
"That's correct, a baby Amazon needs high protein foods, warm, partially digested and fresh. Fruit, leaves, bugs and other foods the parents find when foraging. Being how young he is, he needs fed every hour or so, from sun-up to sun-set" Jenny-Lynn explains
"Ok, spread out everybirdie, look for fruit, veggies, leaves, and other healthy foods, seeds and nuts especially" Amando directs, as he rushes off in search of dinner for the little hungry fluff ball.
" I have a couple pickles" Sky says loudly, he'll love them!"
"SKY!"" BB frowns at Sky making him turn red, " babies don't eat pickles, and besides what are you doing with those pickles?"
"Look I see a walnut tree" Sky points and tries to get away as fast as he can, but BB follows him telling him all the dangers of too many pickles all the way there.

" It's ok baby, I'll take care of you" Jenny-Lynn tickles the baby under the chin, " we'll get you back to your Momma safe and sound."
"Just wait until I get my beak on those poachers, they'll regret stealing baby Parrots" Sugar adds, an angry glow in her eyes that only Amazons have.
"Let me at 'em, I'll show them a thing or two" BonBon yells in her highest Budgie voice. Spot holds his fister back as she gets worked up over someone stealing baby Birds from their nest holes.
" Look what we found!" Amando says happily as the group of foragers return to join Sugar and JL with their treasures." We have walnuts, chestnuts, oats, wheat, apples, a pear and someone found this, a Blackberry.
" Let's go to the Kissing Booth food tent and get our little friend fed, then we'll get ready to start our trip to Brazil" Amando says eggcitedly.
your pal
Amando 226029

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01/03/2015 07:46.13 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie Buddy
Hello everyone, Amando here with today's continued adventure BOTM blog. We are certainly heading off into dangerous territory as we return this "Baby" to his parents and flock. I need your help as we face countless dangers, unknown mysteries and spiders. Amando shivers at that thought. We must be fearless, bold and brave.
"AHHHHHHHHH, isn't he cute?" Little Angel says looking softly at the baby in Amando's wings. " Dixie, look, a baby"
"We can't keep him Little Angel, he needs to go home to his parents and family" Amando reminds her
" What is he?" Dixie asks smiling, and making soft coos to the curious bundle of down
"Maybe it's a Conure?" Hulk says
" I think it's some kind of Amazon Parrot" Jenny-Lynn says startling everybirdie, as she moves in closer with Sugar and Sweetie. " Yep, it's an Amazon, too young to know what species but it's an Amazon alright"
"Aren't you just a cute little baby" Sugar says taking the chick from Amando, and hugging him close to her chest. " Don't you worry, we'll get you back home to your parents"
Jenny-Lynn takes the soft fluffy baby and holds him up at eye level. The baby bird coos softly as he looks into Jenny's eyes. "MOMMA?"
"OH NO! I'm not your Momma baby, but I will help look after you until we find her for you" Jenny-Lynn looks around to make sure everybirdie is in agreement. " all of us will go with you and Amando to the Amazon River and take you back home."
" I think the baby needs a name. We can't keep calling him BABY. So, let's think of a name for our little boy baby. Post them on my page and then we will all get to vote on the name we will call our new found friend." Amando says as he watches the girls kissing and cuddling the little down-covered baby.

"Jenny-Lynn, do you think we can get him to Brazil and back home ok?" Sweetie asks, uncertain of what might lie ahead.
"Of course. We will take the Shuttle, I am sure Ms BB will help us out, to Brazil, then travel by foot and boat up the Amazon River until we find our baby's flock, a piece of Avi-cake. You see, it'll be easy." even as she spoke Jenny-Lynn knew the dangers that lie ahead; snakes, dangerous animals, insects and.. "she closed her eyes, and kissed the baby. "It'll be fine Sweet Baby"
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Amando 226029

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01/02/2015 09:40.41 AM Report This Comment  
  Hello Jolie
I'm Amando and I am your JANUARY BOTM candidate-I hope I can count on your daily votes and support!
Good morning everybirdie, my name is Amando and I am a member of the Sky Flock and this January's BOTM candidate. Not too many of you will know me well as I am one of the quieter frother's of Sky. Bazeball vans might recall that I played on my friend Jenny Lynn's Rain Forest Raiders Team.
I came to be part of this large Sky Flock out of necessity. My Momma Deb and my former owner had been friends for years when the subject of Amazons came up one day in conversation. I had lived in other homes before my arrival at Momma's friends aviary but never seemed to stay too long in any one place. See I am rather loud by some people's standards and have a rather short temper at times. That being as it is, I ended up in a breeding aviary with a large outdoor, indoor flight and a very pretty girl as company. Now to most of you boys out there that would have been a wonderful life. It would have been except that girl, she didn't take too kindly to me being in her home. She attacked me one day and pulled out all the feathers on one wing, and bit my wing so badly they never did regrow. I was so afraid of her that from that day on I hid as far away from her as I could.
That is how I came to once more be looking for a new home. Momma's friend gave me to Momma knowing I would never have to leave again and that I would be safe and happy living out my days as a pet not a breeder. I am still afraid of other birds, and often react very aggressively to their presence. I like Sweetie, so long as she stays in her cage away from me, and we talk all the time. I have even took it upon myself to teach her to scream and yell just like I do. She's doing an awesome job, but I don't get the annoyed looks I sometimes receive when My Momma Deb hears the two of us screaming happily about, well, nothing.
Enough about me. What I really need is your help. On one of my daily walk-abouts I found something, or should I say, somebody. While strolling around on BC I found THIS! Amando holds out a small ball of feathery down with big dark curious eyes for his friends to see. The tiny baby chirps softly, looking from one birdie's face to another. "Momma?" he asks softly
"I need your help. We must return the baby to his parents in South America. He was bird-napped from his tree hole nest by poachers. Getting him there will not be easy. We will have to get him safely back home by taking a trip up the Amazon River. It won't be easy, there will be lots of dangers and risks, but knowing that you faced Black-Bart the Cattle Rustler fearlessly, I am certain we can do this together.
your pal
Amando 226029

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01/01/2015 08:13.45 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 21--Cheticamp River Kayaking part 2
Hello Everybirdie, Angel Girl with today's BOTM post. What fun it is to kayak down the rapids, and paddle through the quiet calm between high mountain peaks towering above the river far beneath. As the remainder of our group finish their trip through the first rapids, we paddle along, on calm still waters. Along the shoreline we see a Moose grazing in the cool of the tall tree-lined river. A lone coyote dashes out of sight as we draw near to his hiding spot. The Canadian Geese honk their annoyance of our intrusion upon their domain. It isn't long before making a large curve in the River we enter our second, longer rapids.
"Hey, this is greyt. Like a long roller coaster" Peppino squeals delightfully as he, Rio and Tango paddle fast entering the swift current, bobbing like an apple in a barrel of water
"Snowy, paddle on the right" Finnegan calls out, paddling frantically as their kayak is pulled into the rapids
" okay everybird watch out for boulders, and fallen tree branches, be careful, see ya at the bottom" Angel shouts as her kayak rushes head-long into the fast moving waters ahead.
"Chyna, you need to lean to the lean back so we stay upright." Cori warns her.

"Spot, you look sea-sick" BonBon giggles making fun for her frother, " you ain't gonna puke are you?"
"BonBon, behave" Poppa Sky tells her as he and BB flash by, barely avoiding a giant red boulder poking out of the river.
Pearl and Silver let their kayak go and keep their paddles on the ready to push away from the rocks, they glide smoothly to the bottom of the rapids where they wait for the others. Sugar and Jenny0Lynn with Lalo and Sweetie in a tandem kayak begin to paddle to the further left edge before pointing into the rushing rapids. Their kayak bobs roughly, then smooths out sailing through the water swiftly. the girls watching intently for snags under the water, and pushing off from the great boulders that point their angry heads towards the sky. Hulk bravely paddles into the rapids, Snowy and Strawberry paddling on the right to keep them steady as the current under he surface draws them along to the bottom.
Chipper, Cheyenne, Cookie and TiPaul enter the rapids last, their kayak begins to wobble and then straightens out. They paddle madly as a black form seems to leap out of the water just ahead. The water is too strong and their kayak bumps the rock, causing it to spin in a circle. Facing backwards their kayak is out of control as they drop down the rapids too fast. Chipper yells as water washes over them. Cookie and Cheyenne, paddle in reverse, slowing their descent. Together they work to turn their kayak, as more rocks rush towards them. The others watch in shock as their friends dip out of sight under the water. Holding their breath they wait. "There they are!" everyone cheers."
Breathing hard the foursome stops in the midst of the others.
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09/21/2014 05:04.12 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 11--The Greyt Race to the finish
Hello Everybirdie, Angel Girl here with today's BOTM post. I wish to first ask that you PRAY FOR QUEEN CHUEY. She is not feeling well, and as of yet the cause is "inconclusive" however she seems to have improved slightly in the past 24 hours. ALSO A REMINDER of the wedding of Tiamaria Ganster and my frother Casey Thrift will take place tomorrow-Friday on my page at 7PM EST--all are invited to join them as they exchange their vows in true Scottish style. Reception to follow.
As we left it yesterday Miss Chipper had flown into second place behind SKY. Everybirdie is pushing themselves on this last Triathlon event. Dixie is slowing down quickly, his feet and legs begin to hurt. Little Angel looks back as she waddles at top-speed down the hill. She sees Dixie begin to limp, then finally stop a sad look crossing his handsome face. Little Angel stops, and turns back to join Dixie when outta the blue Puffin and Tango come up from behind and lift Dixie onto their shoulders, running together wings acrossed each others backs. WHAT A SHOW OF TRUE SPORTSBIRDSHIP. The trio catches up to Little Angel who is jumping and clapping in delight as she watches Dixie happily completing the course with help from his friends. She yells and cheers as they come to where she is waiting, and the four birds run together side by side down the hill and head into the stretch moving fast.
The Trio and L'il Angel quickly catch up passing the others two by two soon taking third place as Chipper Sky and the others give it their all. Suddenly Rio, Lalo, Miranda and Peppino appear among the fore-runners and the push is on. Sky stumbles over a tree root, and fights to keep his balance. Willie grabs him by the Wing stopping his head long fall. After a quick man-birdly-hug they are off once more as the finish line appears in the distance. The four-some of LA, Dixie, Puffin and Tango begin to move forward into second position. Chipper flies into first as the group of runners/fliers move together towards their goal.
With the red finish line only ten feet ahead the foursome puts their all into it and take over the lead, as the others see Dixie clapping and Conure screeching in happiness they begin to yell and clap, cheering them on. The others slow their pace as they watch in awe as Tango and Puffin carefully place Dixie onto the ground only four steps from the finish. Little Angel takes Dixie by the wing, letting his weight fall upon her, as she helps him take one, two three steps with just one left she lets Dixie step carefully forward and the crowd goes crazy with screeches, screams and bird calls, DIXIE ADLER is this years 2014 Birdathalon WINNER. Cameras flash as sports announcers push forward, microphones in hand to get an interview with the winner.
"Do you have any words for those watchin' at home?" CBC asks
"YES. I had a little help from my friends." Dixie breaks down here, tears streaming down his cheeks as his Little Angel hugs him close.
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09/11/2014 03:18.25 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 10--The Greyt Race to the Finishline
Wow, what a spectacular fireworks display last evening over the ocean. After a day of dancing, playing instruments and dining on fine Scottish cuisine, a relaxing rest on the beach, as the skies filled with color was the perfect ending.
Today is the Triathlon. We're up bright and early to warm up for the Greyt Race. We'll splash in the ocean, ride our horse over rough terrain and finally fly or waddle to the finish. This evening we will continue down the Celtic Trail to Inverness, where we will spend two days exploring the area, and taking part in a wonderful, SURPRISE WEDDING. YES, a wedding. My frother MR Casey Thrift will wed his darling Tiamaria in an ocean-view outdoor ceremony, followed by a reception in the Parish courtyard of St John's Church. Everybirdie is invited to join them on this special occasion as they exchange their vows of love in true Scottish style. The ceremony will take place at 7PM EST on my page # 224627
The ocean is calm, and blue as we ride off to the starting line of today's cross country Triathlon. Pearl, and Silver have been practicing since sign up earlier in the week and are the two to watch for. Snowy, Cydney, Strawberry and TiPaul are strong splashers for the first leg of the three event competition. Sky and BB, Kiddo, Cori and Pepper have been working on their horse-birdship skills and we expect some awesome results from them. In the final leg Susan, Sweetpepper, Dixie, Little Angel, aka lightening-streak, and Raffi are rearing to show their stuff.
The whistle goes to signal the start. All the birdies are lined up as the starting pistol sounds. As a flock they run to the waters edge, wings out, water splashing far and high, they show their best efforts. Pearl dives beak first into the water, sending ripples in all directions, Casey puts his toes in and backs out, " Too cold for me" "Come' on sweetie" Tiamaria calls, splashing intot he surf fearlessly. Thoroughly soaked they wade towards the waiting horses hitched on shore. Casey is still not wet, and Tiamaria is splashing him as fast as her wings will beat.
TiPaul bolts off the ground onto Lightning as is riding towards the rocky hills at the end of the beach with Sky in hot pursuit. BB waves as she charges her horse past the group, up the hill, and starts along the Celtic trail. Sugar and Thorin are closing in fast, as Chyna and Dyna-Dancer take second position. Here comes Boo Boo on Starfire, she's pushin' into third position. Sky takes the lead and arrives at the third event start.
Sky never looks back, but is off at a fast waddle, Sugar jumps clear of Thorin and is on the run, quickly catchin' up to Sky Boy. BB stops to catch her breath as she dismounts and begins the last leg. Spot, coming to a screeching stop, jumps right over Hulk is has gotten off to a quick start. Here comes Miss Chipper, she flies over the runners heads to take second position as they begin their climb up the hillside....
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09/10/2014 06:48.42 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 8--Chestico Festival dance lessons
Hello everybirdie; What a greyt time we had on the beach. The bikini competition was amazing, and we only had to pull three of the boys off the stage. LOL! It was so much fun getting a chance to see all the latest European styles and designs. Between the warm surf and the savory foods it has been an eggciting visit in Port Hood. Today we get our chance to watch, and try our talented talons in some Celtic dancing, and maybe even put our beaks to the bagpipes and play some Gaelic tunes. The Interpretative Celtic Music Center is open to visitors, who can try not only the bagpipes, but also their wings at being a drummer as well.
"Hey L'il Angel, what are you dressed like that for?" Angel Girl asks her fister, eying up Little Angel's new Celtic tartan kilt.
"I'm going to take Highland dancin' lessons today" L'il Angel says putting her tam on her head and looking at herself in her mirror.
"Dixie? Are you ready sweetheart?" L'il Angel yells into the tent door.
Slowly Dixie exits the tent, his face blushed red. He looks around quickly making sure the coast is clear. HE is wearing a kilt too, complete with a sash over hi shoulders. " We're taking Scottish dance lessons" It was then that Dixie saw that many of the other birds were sporting kilts in various Tartans ( Clan colors).
"See, we all are had the same idea" Sky says walking past in his kilt (Feileadh-beag - pr: feela beg). Sky stands tall, and smiles. "It's birdly. It's not a dress Dixie!"
"Hi SamIAm, you off to the bagpipe lessons?" Kaji asks, reining in his horse, " That's were Lizzie Pookie and I are riding too. Com' on with us"
The birds mount up and head off to the Music center and the MacInnis Sportsplex. There is Celtic music, dancing demonstrations and more Scottish foods to try today. Tomorrow is the Triathlon. Many famous fiddle-players, Celtic musicians from as far away as Scotland, British Columbia, Canada and the USA have arrived for the days concerts, lessons and fun.
At the Celtic Music Center, Snowflake, Little Angel, Cookie and Cydney stand as the instructor Patricia Chafe shows them the first dance steps. 'Ok, one, two, three..." Little Angel takes the first two steps then suddenly making a quick turn on one foot, she trips sending Cydney falling into Snowflake. The three girls giggle as they lay on the floor in a jumbled heap at Cookie's feet. "Ok, let's try this again. Maybe you should stand over here, Little Angel" Pat says, walking her to the other side of the line. The three girls do the steps again, perfectly. Then the others join them, as the fiddles play a quick tune. The laughing birdies have lots of fun, learning to dance. After a few lessons, they sit down to watch some experienced dancers for a while. " We did greyt" Dixie says happily as he hugs LA close.
"Ok Sky and BB. You're turn" Sky leads BB in a graceful Highland Waltz. Everybirdie applauds their performance. "WE practiced!" BB says
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09/08/2014 05:56.58 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
today mom has us outside for exactly 10 minutes. it was cool at 72 but it was very sunny. mom smelled something awful which was blowing in from the s/e which is unusual since most winds blow in from the n/w. dad screamed get those birds inside and mom frantically gathered us up and brought us back in just when my friend the lonely blue jay came over to see me. the parents thinks the smell is a new neighbor dong something toxic with their house.

Are Pesticides Lowering Our Intelligence?
fascinating research originating from Harvard’s School of Public Health. Published in Lancet Neurology, assessed five chemicals and metals known as “neurotoxicants” which are substances that are toxic to the brain and nervous system. The researchers analyzed the effects of a group of pesticides known as “organophosphates.”

After assessing the effects of typical organophosphate exposure in children aged 0 to 5, the Harvard researchers found that this class of pesticides caused a collective drop in IQ of 16,899,488 points. Because brain functions develop sequentially, the full effects of early neurotoxic damage might not become apparent until school age or beyond.

Because early childhood exposure to pesticides through playing on sprayed lawns and eating produce containing the toxins can result in a loss of cognitive skills, the exposure reduces these children’s intellectual and economic potential. the health implications to children (and potentially adults as well, since this study only explored the effects on children) is of serious concern.

After assessing the full economic impact, the scientists estimated that for each loss of one IQ point a person‘s estimated lifetime earnings capacity also dropped by USD $18,000 or €12,000.

The journal Environmental Health Perspectives established a link between pesticide exposures and autism.

With the mounting evidence of the health, social, environmental, and economic implications of our continued use of toxic pesticides, isn’t it time for a total ban of these toxic substances?

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09/07/2014 09:16.40 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 7--Port Hood beach fun
Hello, and good morning to all our BC friends. I must first make a quick apology for missing two days of blogs. In my gallery I will be posting photos of the "tree" that has been to topic of our absence recently. Now, with it cut down, removed and cleaned up things are getting back on track. I want to thank everyone for their votes and support in my absence.
"Oh look" Angel Girl points to the beach spread out for miles along the blue ocean edge. Kicking Celtic Lass gently in the ribs to urge her into a trot she rides towards the shade of a row of Maples edging the beach. As far as the eye can see there are sand sculptured bikini clad forms, and beautiful birds dressed in imported swimwear.
" SKY? What are you looking at so attentively ?" BB asked already knowing her Sky with his black-out sunglasses was taking in the food booths. "See, if it were any other bird he'd be watching the girl-birds playing beach volleyball. LOL!" BB tells Lalo and Jinny riding beside them. Sweetie giggles at her frother.
"I'm taking a swim with Firestorm" Cinn-A-Bunn yells galloping towards the surf, Boo Boo, Polly, Zippy and Rio race after him.
" We're off to check out the, AHHHHHHHH, beach" Pearl and Silver say giggling and jumping off their horses, hitching them in the shade.
CuBird and Snowflake grab their towels as they make their way to the water's edge. Little Peep hurries to catch up. Angel Girl watches her friends for a moment before deciding that she'd like to get a snow-cone. "Anyone wanta join me in a snowcone?" Chyna, Chipper and Lizzie think it's a greyt idea so the four girls take off in search of the snow-cone booth.
"Well Dixie, let's set up our towel, and sit in the sun. It'll make your legs and feet feel better. Then I'll go get us ice cream cones." L'il Angel smiles, leaning over to give Dixie a big kiss and whispers, " and some popcorn" Dixie grins, thinking of how often they'd sat together eating popcorn as they enjoyed a movie.
Port Hood is well known for it's miles of sandy beaches. The warm ocean water and scenic landscape some of the most beautiful in the world. During the Chestico Days, Tartan colors can be seen all down the beach, flying above booths selling clothes, food and sovereigns.
Tia and Casey wander down the beach wing in wing. They have been very quiet so far this trip, spending almost every minute with their heads close togetehr talking. " I wonder what's up with those two lovebirds?" Sugar says to Gus and Susan. They return to their important business of shopping for keepsakes of their trip to Cape Breton.
"Hey Spot, where's BonBon?" Falco asks.
"Not certain, but last I saw her, she was splashing in the waves with Raffi, Angel, Pepper and Sweetpepper. They were over there near the stage for the Bikini competition"
Falco walks in that direction, zig-zagging to avoid birdies tanning on the beach.
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09/07/2014 01:10.34 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.
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09/05/2014 07:42.02 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Hope you had a Happy Humpday!

our sewage bill increased from $50 a month to $150. they have been working all summer in our area to update the sewage lines and we are paying the cost. tomorrow a note was posted on our door they will be working on our street and we will have no water, do not flush toilets and when the water comes back on it will smell like resin. that can't be good. they also said keep your windows open when you turn the water back on. mom is very worried about our flock.

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09/03/2014 10:24.32 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.
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09/03/2014 02:04.26 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Well we had a cook out earlier this afternoon, and as usual, pops managed to burn the hot dogs so you couldn't tell what they were. Mom said that she making dinner, RESERVATIONS..... And I can't say I don't blame her. Sometimes pops cooking leaves a lot to be desired.

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09/01/2014 01:53.37 PM 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 09:10.38 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 10:22.06 AM 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 care4ful 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 03:48.43 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 28--Ready for the Battle to come
Well, howdy there all you cow punchers, Chuey here with today's Cattle drive Update. Things are gettin' right touchy 'bout now. With Jenny-Lynn drawn on Bart and evenin' drawn close, we're settin' bout to have us a gun shoot. Black Bart, he's a thinkin' we will be easy pickins but he ain't hankered down long enough to get a real eye-full of just how much bird-power we have on our side.
" Boo, I've been thinkin' long here, and I think maybe we might just take him completely by surprise."Chipper says to me, as I was restin my vent for a spell.
"I was thinkin' likewise myself" I tell her, then firgure I'd best be gettin' back to work. I let out a shrill whistle and Cutter came trotten up ready to go. Springin' into the saddle I head back to check on the drag, and make sure everyone was safe and on the alert back there.
"Sugar? Anything out-a the ordinary back here?"
"Everything is calm and peaceful. Gus and Hulk have rode back to help us keep an eye on the stranglers." Cori says, pointin over by the tree line. I can just make out Apollo and Gus throught he heavy dust floatin' in the humid air.
I give Cutter a quick slap onthe flanks and he is off at a quick trot. We stop by and speak to every wrangler as we make a round about the herd. Pullin back into point position, I settle into my saddle and do me some serious calculatin'. I figuring that we should be cross Brady Creek west of Brady by high noon. From there we enter the hills and high country through to Cow Gap this side of Coleman. That's a long, steep trail we were headin into, what with newborn calves, and rustlers we were certain to have some troubles for sure!
Pulling on my reins, I spin Cutter out from the point and gallop off to the north, Sky and Jenny-Lynn watch from their hidden nest among the rocks. "I wonder what Chuey's up to?" Sky says out loud to no one in particular.
"She's goin to ride round back of those mangy rustlers and get herself some first-hand information. I know it won't be long before that varmint makes his move to steal the herd and collect himself some horse too." JL watches through her telescope.
" Well boyz, it's nae-onto-noon, not much longer now. What easy money this is gonna be Boyz. Change the rands some and collect the cash in Wyoming." Black Bart laugh, spittin chewin-tabaccie from the side of his beak.
"money, lots of money Boyz"
Twitch finishes cinching his saddle on his grey nag, and nods agreement. "Lots of money Boss, lots!"
Chuey listens silently, a grin closing her face, " you just wait "boyz" you just wait!"
Chuey 245908

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08/28/2014 05:12.02 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 02:02.44 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 01:26.53 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
Chuey 245908

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08/24/2014 02:58.04 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie Buddy
How are you today? I know you are related to Strawberry so I decided to just leave the blog with him. I've missed my big red friend. Did you see your photo on the horse in the gallery? You are welcome to take it if you'd like it as a trail ride keepsake.
Big Hugs
CHUEY

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08/23/2014 01:40.39 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 11:24.48 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 01:54.02 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 01:37.14 PM Report This Comment  
  Surprise!
It's me, Kelly! It's taken me long enough, but I'm here, and with a great big CAG hug for you, you sweet thing, you — coming by to check on me last month. Isn't it dreadful, the number of days that go by anymore between my signing in to my BC page. I never thought I'd see the day but now it happens all the time. I miss the way it was five and six years ago... those were the best times, and you were a wonderful part of those precious experiences.

All's good here with me and the rest of the McFlock. The same routine we've been doing for years is still the one that happens everyday; room service at 6:30, a process that takes mom about two hours, lunch at 11, dinner at 4, and in between, taking turns hanging out with mom wherever she happens to be working wether it's in the office with dad or out in the yard if dad's off on a job and there's nothing more for mom to do for a bit. I still love to try and get on the kitchen counter tops while the birdie food's being made but the same dumb rule about no birds on the work areas is still enforced. I got my wings trimmed back in the spring because I couldn't resist flying to those wonderful places of adventure and exploration. Such a bummer. But the flights are growing back in and I'm able to make it across the room again. No lift, but at least I'm not beak-planting into the carpet anymore.

How's things with you and your family? In your profile pic it looks like you've got a new toy. Imagine that's long since gone now. I've had a grand time dismantling a woven seagrass mat here lately. Makes a lovely mess on the floor too. How's the two conure guys? They doing okay? And your parronts? Good too? Sure hope so.

It was so nice of you to fly by for a visit. I'm sorry it's taken me half a summer to come by.

Sharing a (((hug)) with my Sir Casanovichky.

With love,

K *v*

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08/19/2014 02:12.53 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.
Chuey 245908

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08/19/2014 08:50.00 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.
Trail Boss Chuey 245908 for BOTM

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08/18/2014 10:14.08 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
CHUEY here to tell you that Queen Zeena said she really misses you a lot. She wishes you would stop by sometime for a visit in the castle with her.

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08/17/2014 08:00.08 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
i saw this on Facebook and didn't know if i had sent it to you or not but i think you might like it.

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I NEVER TROD ON THROWN FOOT TOYS
OR NEED TO CHECK MY SHIRT BEFORE GOING OUT
I DIDNT WORRY IF THINGS WERE POISONOUS OR UNSAFE
I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT VETS AND COSTLY VISITS

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I HAD NEVER BEEN POOPED ON
MY CLOTHES CHEWED ON
FOOD STOLEN FROM MY MOUTH
FINGERS BITTEN
I WAS NEVER ASKED "WATCHA -DOIN" FIFTY TIMES A DAY
I HAD COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY MIND AND MONEY
AND I SLEPT PAST 6AM

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I NEVER HAD A THRASHING CREATURE
MADE OF ALL BEAK AND CLAWS JUST TO GIVE MEDICINE
I NEVER LOOKED INTO HURTING EYES AND CRIED
OR GOT GLORIOUSLY HAPPY OVER A SIMPLE TASTE OF CHOP
AND I NEVER SAT UP LATE HOURS AT NIGHT ON PARROT FORUMS

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I NEVER SNUGGLED A SLEEPY PARROT
OR BLEW FEATHERY KISSES ON THEIR BELLY
I NEVER FELT MY HEART BREAK INTO A MILLION PIECES
WHEN I COULDNT STOP THEIR PAIN

I NEVER KNEW SOMETHING SO SMALL
COULD AFFECT MY LIFE SO MUCH
I NEVER KNEW I COULD LOVE SO MUCH
I NEVER KNEW- I WOULD LOVE BEING A PARRONT
love Boo Boo

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08/16/2014 09:42.32 PM 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”.
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/16/2014 08:18.40 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
it was 45 last night and never got above 68 at our house. life guards working at the pools are wearing heavy sweatshirts.

last night mom had bought some expensive chicken to broil for dinner. dad took one bite and said he wouldn't eat it because it tasted gamey. mom was very angry and after eating her chicken she gave a little to our older cat and then threw the rest of the chicken down the garbage disposal. then all last night mom was up sick from eating the chicken. today mom decided to have spaghetti and meat balls and bought the ground meat and spaghetti sauce. she made the meatballs and was cooking them and then opened the jar of spaghetti sauce and whoosh all the spaghetti sauce fell out of the bottom of the jar all over the counter and floors and cabinets and moms feet and the walls. the bottom part of the jar just had broken off. it took mom forever to clean it up. after mom washed her tennis shoes and legs off she ran back to the grocery stow and bought another jar so their was dinner tonight but mom was so angry she couldn't eat.

love Boo Boo

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08/15/2014 11:01.09 PM 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!
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/15/2014 11:34.53 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 14--Rustlers in the hills
Howdy all you cowbirdies out there in BC land, Chuey here with today's Trail Update. It has finally stopped rainin' and we're movin' slow along the Great Western Trail headin' for Buffalo Gap and our first major river crossing. I been figurin' some and we should be able to bed down close to where Brownsville is now located. The herd has been having a tough go of it what with all the mud and rain it is slick and the footin' is bad.
With the fresh horse prints heading off into the hill country, the possibility of rustlers lurking anywhere along the trail, we have been riding doubled up and our eyes open. Jenny-Lynn had taken off with riders to scout out the hills, Jedi and his frothers came across a fresh camp fire hidden well away in the heavy brush, but no riders where found. To some's thinking, this might be good news, but I know well enough that we are far from free from danger.
A drive often covers 1,500 miles and takes four to six months. The hours are long, the conditions brutal and the dangers are very real, especially from stampedes, which could be sparked off by the smallest thing. Longhorns are nervous creatures and easily scared, so stampedes are common, and often fatal for both men and animals.

A calm herd can become a solid wave of nearly unstoppable alarm and panic in the blinking of an eye, and neither man nor horse is safe. In Idaho, a 1889 stampede led to the deaths of one cowboy and 341 Longhorns. In July 1876 near the Brazos River in Texas, almost an entire stampeding herd plunged into a gully; and more than 2,000 head were killed. The sound and heat generated by a herd on the run is truly staggering, and on a hot night, a steer that ran 10 miles may lose up to 40 pounds. It's out job to keep the herd calm, moving and always be on guard.

Panther comes galloping in to tell me that he, Jedi and Kiddo had come across three horses and riders 'bout a mile up the trail. That was disturbing news, but we were all ready, just in case they had in their mind to steal the herd. I told Panther to warn the others riding point, and I'd warn the out riders, stopping to tell Little Peep to ride back to tell the drag to keep their eyes opened.

Rustlers were never taken lightly in by-gone days. In fact when caught many a would-be rustler was hung from the nearest tree, or shoot on sight. Horse thieves were not taken as severely as cattle rustlers but often had the same fate. The wranglers had to be ever vigilante for signs of rustlers along the trail. These often made night raids, when it was easier to make a sneak approach, stampede the herd, then drive off a considerable number under cover of darkness.

"It's gonna be a long day and night for the cow wranglers."

Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/14/2014 09:22.24 PM 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.
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/13/2014 12:49.26 PM Report This Comment  
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