The events of earlier today:
From upstairs: *CRASH BANG*
"Is everything all right up there?"
"Everything is fine and really good don't worry!"
I mentally translated this as: "Armageddon is taking place in Sherlock's room at this very instant."
Obviously I was up the stairs like a shot. Sherlock had climbed his bookcase - most of the books were now on the ground - and was perched at the top, reaching for a bird which was doing its best to fly right through the wall. Sherlock and bookcase were wobbling dangerously.
"I want to keep it! Please John please can I keep it, I'll make it a house!"
And it was not, you understand, a-- a goldfinch or some urban parrot, or a Hardy Alpine Duck, or even a robin. No, it was one of those bloody plague-pit pigeons, not much more than rats with wings.
I got him down just before the bookcase capsized and took him out in the hall to have a meltdown. Left the window open in the room. Half an hour later? The pigeon was still in there. They must have brains the size of a pine nut. I had to shoo it out with a broom.
We're talking about budgies now because I'm not prepared to commit to a parrot. At least it's better than bees.
From upstairs: *CRASH BANG*
"Is everything all right up there?"
"Everything is fine and really good don't worry!"
I mentally translated this as: "Armageddon is taking place in Sherlock's room at this very instant."
Obviously I was up the stairs like a shot. Sherlock had climbed his bookcase - most of the books were now on the ground - and was perched at the top, reaching for a bird which was doing its best to fly right through the wall. Sherlock and bookcase were wobbling dangerously.
"I want to keep it! Please John please can I keep it, I'll make it a house!"
And it was not, you understand, a-- a goldfinch or some urban parrot, or a Hardy Alpine Duck, or even a robin. No, it was one of those bloody plague-pit pigeons, not much more than rats with wings.
I got him down just before the bookcase capsized and took him out in the hall to have a meltdown. Left the window open in the room. Half an hour later? The pigeon was still in there. They must have brains the size of a pine nut. I had to shoo it out with a broom.
We're talking about budgies now because I'm not prepared to commit to a parrot. At least it's better than bees.
12 comments:
It's cute how Sherlock seems to always want to keep the animals he comes across. :3 Don't take him to a zoo, or he'll make you get him a python snake... or a monkey. XD
I think he's a bit jealous of Mycroft's dogs. I don't mind another pet in our little zoo, but one that doesn't sting or carry any number of unfortunate diseases would be preferable. As snake wouldn't be so bad actually...
You'll think differently about the snake when it crawls through a ventilator shaft and into your bed in the middle of the night.
blergh, pigeons are gross. I absolutely agree with the notion that pigeons are just rats with wings. My mom had doves and she says they're so much better than pigeons and really they're not, they just happen to be white =p
At least everything seems to have come to a good end! Also, very wise decision to steer clear of the parrots (HIGH maintenance).
Should you ever have a repeat of "the flying rat that won't fly out the window," though, here's what you need to do: Turn off all the lights in the room and lower the drapes in front of all windows but one, which you leave open. Then, prop a lit flashlight or lamp up in front of that window. The second it grows dark, the bird will fly to the only source of light left, and out the window. Problem sorted. :)
I think a snake might be a good idea. You don't have to feed them that often, and they are pretty cool. Not very cuddly, though. I don't suppose the Dogs of War would allow another canine in the house.
Of course, I grew up on a horse ranch. Most of my pets when I was growing up weighed a thousand pounds (about 454 kilograms, for all those playing with the metric system) more than I did.
Yeesh, birds need a lot of socialization though. You are its flock and if you don't give enough over then it may or may not go insane.
That's what happened with my bird Crombie. It was sad but I was young and didn't know better. He used to wolf-whistle at guys (no idea where he got that); it was always hilarious when a plumber had to come over.
What about a bunny? I had one, he was cool, used the litter-box and was leash-trained so I took him for walks and he went to the toilette outside too. He just wandered around the house, and beat up my cats.
Pets are awesome, but there is that whole eventual they're-not-around-anymore-thing. :/
Random - Oh, come on, now. Snakes like to stay curled up in the warm, don't they? You'd probably need to train it specially to do that.
Bee - Pigeons ARE gross. And apparently doves have smaller heads? So you can tell your mum they're just like pigeons, but not as bright. ;)
Kaykay - That is an excellent plan and sounds much simpler than all the broom wielding and whooping I did to get the thing out.
Jessica - Huh. Horses. I rather like the concept of a pet that would live somewhere else and whose cage/litter box I wouldn't have to clean.
Trista - Oh dear, maybe not birds then. I wouldn't want to bring any animal that sensitive into this household. We need something nice and calm. Your rabbit was clearly nicer than the one my sister had. Damn thing bit me so hard I needed five stitches; I've still got the scar.
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