Pigeon Talk

Wow! Alot has happenend...

@Field mountains farm you live in the dome? That's so cool! You and @WVduckchick have a fun time!

So @biophiliac your house used to be where an old gas station was?
Well not exactly a dome.. an arch steel building.. we just call it the dome..:D

Thanks, I hope we don't scare her off.:gig
 
They are WONDERFUL little characters!!! And they grow on people!

I live with my 70 yr old great aunt and maintain the house/yard and everything for her. She isn't utterly dependent and still drives but she cannot really keep up caring for a home on her own anymore, or remembering to take her medications etc so that is where I come in. But I digress... she has come to absolutely adore my pigeon. You see... I adopted her when my aunt was visiting her sister across the country so she didn't know about Olive for the first two weeks. So she was definitely surprised,to say the least, when she came home and Olive was sitting on the arm rest of her chair! (granted, I have a lot of other smaller birds, so it was not a total surprise - and I knew she likes my other birds so this was not a total random thing.) She had the impression pigeons were dirty, messy, undesirable birds though. But Olive changed her view completely in a matter of about a day.

So the other night I overheard her talking with a friend on the phone about Olive, about how adorable and sweet she is... just raving! I assume the friend was replying with some concern about mess, because I heard my aunt reply "None at all, he's got her paper trained!" :lau

And she's really pretty good about that. On the front porch, there was an old door leaned up against a wall, and Olive had taken to sitting on the door out there for periods during the day. This morning I decided to take the old door out and put it in the basement, and was preparing to find and clean up a few weeks worth of mess behind it because, after all, I had trained her to go potty on top of the other door and figured she wasn't going to distinguish one from another. All I found were feathers though. She hadn't pooped there once! She knows to only go on the other door, which I leave swung open above the newspapers.

Sadly Olive will not let my aunt pet her. She can call her and she will come and she will sit on her hand or on her lap, but I am the only one she solicits pets from. Unlike a cat or a dog, they reserve that sort of contact to their "mate", which for Olive, has become me.
So you are a he?
 

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