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From: mary@dinorah.wustl.edu (Mary E. Leibach)
Newsgroups: rec.birds
Subject: Re: Indoor birds and birdwatching
Message-ID: <1991Jan30.183923.6461@dinorah.wustl.edu>
Date: 30 Jan 91 18:39:23 GMT
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In article <1991Jan23.151802.29031@santra.uucp> s30986u@kaira.hut.fi (Martin Helin) writes:
>I believe that's because it's quite natural that talking of
>"birds" refers to "outdoor" birds - it's their natural habitat
>anyway. When you wanna talk about stuffed, indoor etc. birds
                                   ^^^^^^^
>it's most welcome that you let others know in your subject line
>what the article is all about (e.g. indoor birds).

I presume you are not refering to well-fed, are you?  Thought not.  I
don't remember much talk about stuffed birds in the history of this group.  So
why you should bring that up along with indoor only gives the
impression that you are prejudiced against indoor birds and those who
love them.  Having nine fully flighted birds in a large townhouse
apartment, many of whom I consider to be my friends, I take offense at
that remark.

Way back when, when the labeling thing was first proposed, the words
INDOOR and OUTDOOR were both suggested for use.  The "outdoor" people
rarely use their word.  And its not about which is most natural, if
that were the case, OUTDOOR would be it.  After all, OUTDOOR birds do
not read (or have it read to them) this group.  ;-)

Cally, the Precocious Cockatiel (tm), President of Blake's Birds,
suggests a third label.  She wants the word "JUNKPOST" on all of these
arguments which have been going off and on for ages, so she can skip
them.  ;-)

	-Mary

	Vila

Vila struts on his perch,
Rings his bell and starts to yell.
Green feathers cascade down his back,
Shimmering like the water he loves so well.

His beak is black as ebony,
He bites, and it clamps strong as a vise.
His eyes flare, he screams his rage.
Mary eats, that is not wise.

The tantrum is over, 
He clicks with endearing intent.
He snuggles against my cheek,
Time to love, rage is spent.

I think of the antics of this bird.
Of Vila hanging from the curtain rod by his toe.
Of the time he climbed up the inside of my pants,
To make up after a row.

I've never seen a bird so full of contradictions,
As happy to fight as to love.
But that's my Vila:
Warrior Eagle, and Gentle Dove.

"Pretty!"

Copyright 1991 by Mary Leibach.  All rights reserved.

For Vila on his hatchday.

(Which was last Thursday.  He's in his terrible two's now.  Look out!)