Tyburn
01-20-2011, 04:59 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBFIqLqzXhI
It started when I tried to get him into the little bird box. Jens does not like small close places at all. Once I had managed to get him out of his cage, which took longer then it should because Wyman was terrified I was going to try and get him in a box (he's been to the vets alot at the end of last year for his Scaley Face treatment) and his fapping set Jens off!
So then I got my net and caught Jens and he squirmed out of the net...sooo I caught him again with the net and as I was trying to stuff him into the box he went all limp...naturally I responded by loosening my grip...and he suddenly flew out of my hands. He has NEVER played dead before...what a nasty trick to try and avoid the box! Then he sits on the pelmet and narrows his eyes as if to say "bite me"
Finally I get him into the box, and head out to the vets, but my first port of call is my Nans flat to walk with my Mother home...the vets is then along the road from Mothers. We stop at the traffic lights, and Jens wont shut up. An elderly woman waiting with me says "whats in your box" I tell her "Jens the Budgie, he doesnt like the box" We dash through town and come to another crossing...Jens is still flapping and squarking, and two women incredulously ask "whats in your box" I tell them "Jens the Budgie, he doesnt like the box" we cross as one of the women says "I dont think i'd like to be in that box either"
Finally I arrive at Nans flat and Text Mother to tell her I am outside. Meanwhile I hand around outside with this squarking box looking like some thug, the woman who runs the flats comes out "Excuse me, can I help you...and what have you got in that box" I tell her "Its Jens the Budgie, he doesnt like the box...and I'm waiting for my Mother" Despite the racket that Jens is STILL making...she asks if I would like to wait inside...I would love to wait inside, but its flats for the Elderly...and if any of them are allergic to birds or feathers, they wouldnt thank me so I decline...my Nan told me they werent allowed pets inside anyway...because I had wondered if she wanted a Zebra Finch hatchling from my first clutch of Bonnie and Pettis since she used to keep birds many years ago.
Finally Mother arrives and we walk along to ASDA, finally, Jens has given up making a stink, until I get to the cash point. then I have to somehow withdraw the vets fees from the point whilst he is rattling around on the little ledge This little box keeps moving and making a funny noise says some young child to his Mother as they pass.
Then we walk to Mornington and I continue on to the vets in Bilton. I arrive quite early and go to the new receptionist. I say "I have an appointment for this afternoon" and she says "what name is it" so I give my name...and she says "we only have a Miss Duff...is that you" Do I look like a Miss Duff?? but whats happened is that on the phone, sometimes I can sound like a Miss Duff...and even giving my first name as David they are still convinced im a woman. "okay sooo is it for Bonnie?"
"No its for Jens"
"Jens?!"
"Yes I have more then one bird"
"okay...let me just enter the new details"
"Sooo How do you spell Jens"
WTF its phonetic?!?!
"J-E-N-S"
"I see...and is Jens male or female"
WTF since when has Jens been anything other then male????
its a bone of contention actually, because the vet doesnt know if the bird is actually male or female. the only way to tell on the Budgie is by the colour of the Cere the bit at the top of the beak...blue for boys, pink for girls....um Jens has a blueish brown...he was sold to me as male, so thats what he was...but as we were dicussing Jens...the woman vet kept refering to the bird as "She" and I kept refering to the bird as "He"
Finally after a LONG wait we went in, and Jens protested as she got her nail cutters and cut the end of his beak..."She keeps putting her little tongue in the way"
Oh GOD please dont chop Jens the Budgies tongue off by accident....and when she tried to get him back in the box, he played the dead trick again, and she let go...and he took flight and she gasped and said "he is such a lovely colour" "Yes" I said "Jens the Budgie is my pride and joy!"
Now at the normal vets down the road the price for a beak trip is £12....after all that shyte the Bird vets charged me £21!!!!!
Jens is now back safe at home in his cage, he is silent, and he has turned his back to me and is deliberatly looking out the wrong side of the cage. He is in a strop...a mood...the occasional mutter under his breath and the occasional click as he gets used to the new contours of his beak
Yeah well he aint the only one whose had a long day!
It started when I tried to get him into the little bird box. Jens does not like small close places at all. Once I had managed to get him out of his cage, which took longer then it should because Wyman was terrified I was going to try and get him in a box (he's been to the vets alot at the end of last year for his Scaley Face treatment) and his fapping set Jens off!
So then I got my net and caught Jens and he squirmed out of the net...sooo I caught him again with the net and as I was trying to stuff him into the box he went all limp...naturally I responded by loosening my grip...and he suddenly flew out of my hands. He has NEVER played dead before...what a nasty trick to try and avoid the box! Then he sits on the pelmet and narrows his eyes as if to say "bite me"
Finally I get him into the box, and head out to the vets, but my first port of call is my Nans flat to walk with my Mother home...the vets is then along the road from Mothers. We stop at the traffic lights, and Jens wont shut up. An elderly woman waiting with me says "whats in your box" I tell her "Jens the Budgie, he doesnt like the box" We dash through town and come to another crossing...Jens is still flapping and squarking, and two women incredulously ask "whats in your box" I tell them "Jens the Budgie, he doesnt like the box" we cross as one of the women says "I dont think i'd like to be in that box either"
Finally I arrive at Nans flat and Text Mother to tell her I am outside. Meanwhile I hand around outside with this squarking box looking like some thug, the woman who runs the flats comes out "Excuse me, can I help you...and what have you got in that box" I tell her "Its Jens the Budgie, he doesnt like the box...and I'm waiting for my Mother" Despite the racket that Jens is STILL making...she asks if I would like to wait inside...I would love to wait inside, but its flats for the Elderly...and if any of them are allergic to birds or feathers, they wouldnt thank me so I decline...my Nan told me they werent allowed pets inside anyway...because I had wondered if she wanted a Zebra Finch hatchling from my first clutch of Bonnie and Pettis since she used to keep birds many years ago.
Finally Mother arrives and we walk along to ASDA, finally, Jens has given up making a stink, until I get to the cash point. then I have to somehow withdraw the vets fees from the point whilst he is rattling around on the little ledge This little box keeps moving and making a funny noise says some young child to his Mother as they pass.
Then we walk to Mornington and I continue on to the vets in Bilton. I arrive quite early and go to the new receptionist. I say "I have an appointment for this afternoon" and she says "what name is it" so I give my name...and she says "we only have a Miss Duff...is that you" Do I look like a Miss Duff?? but whats happened is that on the phone, sometimes I can sound like a Miss Duff...and even giving my first name as David they are still convinced im a woman. "okay sooo is it for Bonnie?"
"No its for Jens"
"Jens?!"
"Yes I have more then one bird"
"okay...let me just enter the new details"
"Sooo How do you spell Jens"
WTF its phonetic?!?!
"J-E-N-S"
"I see...and is Jens male or female"
WTF since when has Jens been anything other then male????
its a bone of contention actually, because the vet doesnt know if the bird is actually male or female. the only way to tell on the Budgie is by the colour of the Cere the bit at the top of the beak...blue for boys, pink for girls....um Jens has a blueish brown...he was sold to me as male, so thats what he was...but as we were dicussing Jens...the woman vet kept refering to the bird as "She" and I kept refering to the bird as "He"
Finally after a LONG wait we went in, and Jens protested as she got her nail cutters and cut the end of his beak..."She keeps putting her little tongue in the way"
Oh GOD please dont chop Jens the Budgies tongue off by accident....and when she tried to get him back in the box, he played the dead trick again, and she let go...and he took flight and she gasped and said "he is such a lovely colour" "Yes" I said "Jens the Budgie is my pride and joy!"
Now at the normal vets down the road the price for a beak trip is £12....after all that shyte the Bird vets charged me £21!!!!!
Jens is now back safe at home in his cage, he is silent, and he has turned his back to me and is deliberatly looking out the wrong side of the cage. He is in a strop...a mood...the occasional mutter under his breath and the occasional click as he gets used to the new contours of his beak
Yeah well he aint the only one whose had a long day!