Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Stage Fright

Thanks to a friend, Fig has an opportunity to possibly appear in a National Geographic channel show on animals. They want to show interesting behaviors such as talking (in human language) or puzzle solving, things like that.

I find those things very interesting, but personally they are not as intriguing as a Crow's ability to communicate. I think by far the most interesting thing about the Crow is their ability to listen, learn, and apply what they learned by listening. This makes them like us.  In the other direction, it is very interesting that they can play with us, and during play, they will suggest what they would like to do. Catching that sort of thing on film will be very hard. Finally, I think it is very important to show the Crow's natural gentle, affectionate side, because that will soften people's fear, and loathing.

It is good to show people that Crows are smart, and interesting, BUT  I want to be very careful not to send the wrong message, that Crows make good pets. Because they don't. Crow intelligence may be cool, but Crows are like children. You can put them on a schedule, but you cannot break their routine, or abandon them to go on vacation. If a Crow bonds with you, that animal is your child. For this reason they are the most terrible choice for a pet. The utter worst. There is no convenience. If I come home late, Fig will go through all the emotions that a child goes through, worry, panic, fear, sadness, anger, anxiety, depression, and eventually she will start abusing herself. If I left on vacation, she would not last two days. She would be a total wreck. Would your kids be cool, left at school? Same thing.

I have only a few days to try and capture the things I think have the most educational value to the public, and for Crows' welfare. And Fig has a serious phobia of my iPhone, and cameramen. I am going to need to disguise the phone and trick her somehow.

Wish me luck. See you on TV...maybe.

Update: Oh dear. Long story short. For the first six months I had Fig, I was helping her learn her local Crow lingo by showing her movies of Japanese Crows from around the neighborhood in her family. At the time she really enjoyed watching those very much, perhaps they helped her remain connected. How much she learned from videos is probably insignificant though. Anyway, over time, she became more and more estranged from her family, and last breeding season she was viciously attacked by them as an outsider. Thankfully she was not injured, but after that attack she decided that the Crows she had been watching on my iPhone were to be feared. She would not even let me make movies of her any more. I tried to film her for this TV program by disguising the camera, but she remembered the eye of the camera which was the only thing visible to her, and she felt stressed by it, and started picking at her leg feathers on one leg. This is a typical stress reaction for her. She has not done it for almost a year, so it was a pretty good indication that the camera was what stressed her out. Anyway, I need a bit of time to reintroduce the camera to Figgy, and build some positive associations with it, otherwise I am going to have a Crow with one bald thigh. This should not take too long, but I had to take a raincheck on her educational debut.

Update: I am reconditioning Fig's association with the camera. Everyday, I introduce the camera to her, then feed her several meal worms while filming. She loves meal worms and this is the only time she gets them. It seems to be working. Also, I am avoiding letting her see the display side. She still picks anxiously at her leg, not removing any feathers, but already her camera anxiety seems to be waning. Food is a wonderful tool. I never could have held a camera so close previously, I got a bad scare the other day though. I found a wet object on the floor which looked exactly like a yanked patch of leg feathers with skin!!!!!! Phew, turned out it was only a leafy cherry tomato top. Fig had plucked the leaves in half leaving flat ends. That just about gave me a heart attack.

Update: Camera reconditioning coming along. Fig now looks at my phone and immediately switches her mind to immagining scrumptious mealworms. She reaches down to touch her legs from occasionally, but has not pulled out any feathers. I have even been playing her wild crow calls again without freaking her out in the least. Fast progress.

Monday, February 16, 2015

My Perspective

I live in Kyushu, Japan, presently.
Of 619 species of birds in Japan, 398 species of birds live in Kyushu at least part of the year.

I have cared for one injured Jungle Crow for two years. I see and interact with her everyday.
And I have only scratched the surface; I am just beginning to understand this one individual, from 398 species, a tiny, little bit. I have managed to maybe, maybe, begin to understand a dozen things she says.

If we assume that 398 species each has a dozen things to say, an estimate which must be a sure thing for a serious underestimate award, then that makes 4,776 calls going on around us 24/7 which most of us ornithologist wannabes know nest to nothing about. (Did you catch that?) And that is just the modest island of Kyushu, on our great big world!

If we assume it takes an average Joe 2 years to become "conversational" in any single, foreign bird's basic lingo (utilizing only freetime) then to come to know all 398 birds equally well, would take 796 years! I will be lucky if I can live to a hundred.

The reason I am writing this, is because I want anyone reading this blog to understand, that while what I am doing, caring for an injured wild bird, is illegal, I do appreciate the incredible opportunity that has literally fallen out of the sky before me, and I am trying not to squander it.

The chance to know a wild animal, for a modern domestic human (my wife may argue my choice of words) is invaluable, extremely special in any case. I know that.  I am humbled by that.  I am grateful for this chance, however long it lasts.

For me, Fig is a member of our family. And knowing her, the little that I can, is like reading a few sentences from God's glorious book of nature. What you can learn from nature, is precious, I would say priceless.

Having this perspective, changes you. You don't care about a car, a house, or TV dramas, well maybe you care a little about TV dramas. But you start to care more deeply about nature. And you rediscover your place in it, with it. You can no longer see yourself removed from it.

Here in Japan, I watch Crows wandering about on the forest floor, picking through the leaves and twigs. This is something I never did in my hometown because until very recently, Crows were simply not present there. I marvel at how Crows scratch out a basic life from what nature supplies. It makes me a little jealous of their connection with nature. I pity them, the cold winters, and the elements. I envy them, their warm set of efficient feathers. I would die in a week, naked in the forest.

Anyway, that is my outlook. I would rather chat to a Crow, than have a Lexus, any day of the week. There is little satisfaction to be had from our polyester world, because it is so disconnected. I do not think that has to be so. 

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Notes on Crow Vocabulary/Communication

Note to Self: In springtime, the female Crows start using a call  "Waku". At first I thought Fig was mimicking my Wanna go for a "walk"? But, I have since observed other birds using this call in a few different instances. I think it might be a young female's call, meaning something like I'm feeling flirty. I just don't know, but Fig is saying this to me in place of How, the usual greeting for friend. So far I have only heard this call in the late afternoon. It has the same timber, and character of a friendly greeting with a bit higher stress to the pitch, and perhaps a little songyness to it.

As a "teacher" of English, it is indeed pretty frustrating, coming home every day to a cat who successfully navigates life with a drastically limited, though admittedly, effective vocamewlary. So, it is with Fig, as well, with her vocawbulary.

I cannot list her various natural utterances in their entirety off the top of my head. Nor can I  state with certainty what each and every one of her marvelous vocalizations means, or intends to mean. But one thing is increasingly apparent to me, Fig manages to get through the majority of her day, with a very limited number of calls, which more and more, feel like words, phrases, and sentences to me.

I shall try to list them here. Let's see...

1. Awa Awa- water please, bath please, I see water, let's run a bath, where's my water, I would love for you to wash my face (this is her favorite thing in the world, next to cuddling in my jacket).

2.  Hawa Hawa (Huh-wah) - food please, I see food, let's eat, how about some food, where's the food bub? This is used as a common greeting in a similar fashion as human English, "Let's do lunch!" or "We gotta do lunch sometime!" is used to say both, Hello, and Goodbye. It expresses respect, but in sort of an obligatory sort of a way.

3. Hau Hau Hau (How) - Friend. Happy. Glad. I want to do that! Hooray! Overjoyed! Yippee! Glad to see you!

4. Aaa-Aaa - I love you. You rock! You are my best friend! I am so happy you are here darling!

5. Ha! Ha! Ha! (rapid)- Danger! Something scary! What the hell is that? Watch out! Heads up! Protect me! I am scared out of my wits! Someone left an item of black clothing in the bathroom!!! I see you cat!

6. Ha!  Ha! (sharp, punctuated projecting, and deliberate) - I see an incoming Crow. I see you. I am announcing my presence under FAA rules. Here is me, Fig! Don't mess with me. I may have a black belt in karate. I have announced myself, let's be cool, but be wary, I'm no sissy.

7. Errr Errrr - (softly uttered in close proximity)  You are the best! Thank you so much. Seriously, you make my day. Will you be my valentine? I could kiss you!

8. Arrrr!!! (Tiger Growl) - No. Seriously, back off!!! Don't touch me!! I will bite you! (though she won't really bite hard in earnest, she does mean to say, NO! Don't touch, or I don't want to do that now. She will play growl too, like dogs do, though she tends to be more leaning towards serious than a dog fighting for a rope, say, and it is important to respect her communication, because a bird is NOT a dog. In short, Fig understands what teasing is, or taunting, and she enjoys a limited bit of play fighting, like dogs do when the mood strikes her, but the difference is, most dogs will play more gently because the balance of power is much more in their favor, so it is best to limit teasing or taunting birds, or not to do it at all, and not to engage in actual physical contact if you do want to play, because for a bird, that is crossing a line from play, to actual fighting. Fig snaps from play growling to lovey dovey affection in an instant, because she knows it is play, and that I am not going to escalate it beyond growling at each other from a distance. I think it is the handlers call, but if the bird does not appear to "get" what your intentions are, then just avoid the communication all together, of you could encourage aggression.

9. Gronk jack hammer kekekekekekekekekek (garglinrg) -
AAAAA jack hammer kekekekkekekkkekeke (gargling) - Ooh baby, I love your wa-ay, every da-ay! This is the mother of all "I love you's" Comes with loads of blinking, neck stretching, tail lowering, and passion.

10. Auka Auka Auka?  (Ah-ooh-ka) This is a question. Any friendlies around? Calling all friendlies. Hello? Anyone out there? Announce yourself. (Crow social media). Anyone wanna chat with me? I'm in a good mood. Let's chat. Come here. Come talk to me. Where are you at? Whatcha doing? Let's do coffee some time...how about right now?

11. Mumble grumble err chatter mutter mutter (Talking to oneself) Screwy friggin' world. Jeez what a day. Man, I seriously need to get a life.

12. Huwuk Hwuk Hwuk.  HAWK!!! Sometimes this call is used as "a lie" by the wild Crows. I think they are using a serious word, to evoke a reaction, flush out hide and seekers, or some other playful thing. Life is a game of tag when you're a Crow. It is a clever tactic, but difficult to caw convincingly when no Hawk is truly around. It's like kids on the playground yelling, Watch out! or Behing you!
I suspect it may also be used to say "Look out ABOVE!" which seems a useful statement for a flying critter to have in it's vocabulary, but it just a humble guess at this point in time, based on very few observations.

13. There are many more sounds, but I feel the top 12 are represented above. I have no idea if what I have observed is accurate at all, but this is the picture coming into view gradually over time to me anyway.

14. Gwah Gwah Gwah. Anxiety! I did not like that! What the hell! You suck!
Wanted to list this in my top 12, but couldn't quite squeeze it in becaue Fig hardly says this anymore. She lives a life of low stress, and luxury, fondly fawned upon like the princess I feel she is. Gwah is usually coming at me in past tense. If I take Fig in an unfamiliar room, out of her comfort zone, to watch TV, or to read a bedtime story with my son in the low light, in my ever ongoing efforts to expand her social borders and opportunities, she is too polite to complain. Upon returning her to her usual space, however, she may assail me with a string of resounding Gwahs. Or if I come home late, or after sun down, then I'll catch an earful of Gwahs. She is too polite to complain at the dinner party, but take her home, and I find out just what a lame date I really was. It's the story of my life. Gwah is definitely the Crow equivalent of WTF, or something like that.


So to review:
Food. Water. Bath.
Friend. Unknown. Threat.
Thank you. I love you. You royally pissed me off.
Anyone wanna chat? What a day.

When you throw in pitch, volume, and repetition frequency you get a pretty complete communication set:
Hungry. Very Hungry. Damn hungry.
Thirsty. Very thirsty. Damn thirsty.
Want a bath. Really want a bath. Give me a big bowl of water, right now!
I'm friendly. I'm friendly if you are. I'm not friendly at all.
I don't want to fight. Pick a fight if you dare. Feathers are gonna fly MF!
Thank you/Yes, please.  No thank you.
I like you. I love you. I am friggin' in love with your ass; I mean, I got it bad baby.
I'm just chillin' by my lonesome.  What's up?  Let's party.
Yo, DANGER!!!

A fun experiment idea?
You might try going an hour, or a day, limiting your vocabulary to a dozen select words, or grunts, varying only the pitch, repetition frequency, and volume to see how it feels. Try it at work. Try it with your kids. Heck, get out and try it on some Crows! Ha!

A few examples of Fig's communication:

In the morning. I bring Fig into the shower room with me. Once perched she feels happy to see me so she greets me with soft Err Errrrs to demonstrate her cheerful mood. Then she bursts out with Aa Aa-
a full fledged, I love you. Then she gives me a long AAA----kekekekek, the full on I'm in love with you. Then in English she'll say "I love you." a few times while pacing a bit. Then when it is her turn to come down to sit on my knee for her shower and face wash, she says a hearty Hau Hau Hau which means, Hooray!!!! Time for my spa treatment massage, my favorite!

In the afternoon. I get home and bring Fig inside. Once perched she assails me with up to a minute or two of continuous Hwah Hawa Hwah (usually in sets of three) which is to say, did you bring me some food? Where's the grub? How about something tasty? She starts in like this weather she is hungry or not (usually not) because she associates me with food very strongly, plus she knows that I usually bring her home some esspecially tasty, out of the ordinary fare item from my own lunch. So this call is almost always first. Once she has made her point about food, she then has a look around for any black clothing, or the cat. She will almost always locate the cat, but black clothing items are more mysterious, less common and less consistent, so they illicite a much stronger response. Ha! Ha! Ha! (3-5 yells) Danger! I see you cat! Why is that black sock on the floor! Once she gets food and calms down, she goes into Errr errr, Aa- Aa-, AA-kekekekek, Gronk, kekekekekek I love you. Love you. Then, preens.

At the park. Fig's family will show up in the skies in the afternoon. Her mother and father, or her siblings. Her mother is most aware of who Fig is. She seems to know even after two years apart that Fig is her child. The father is not interested in Fig, and flies "two steps behind" his wife, though he has come to sit next to and talk to very affectionately to Fig on a few different occassions. During the nesting season though, he become extremely territorial, and viciously aggressive and regards Fig as an outsider, so he has, and he will attack her if I do not stay close. Her siblings take an interest, and will circle overhead for some time, congregating, but not taking too serious an interest. Fig will issue some very strong, confident Ha!  Ha!  Ha! calls which I take to mean, I see you. Please take note of my presence. This call is neutral, which means I am not threatening, but also confident which implies, don't mess with me. Fights never ensue, but Fig's father will enlist siblings in ambush. Now, if I change things a bit, put Fig in an uncomfortable place, off perch say, on the ground, where she feels more vulnerable, and she dashes for a perching spot, then she also calls out Ha! Ha! Ha! but in a higher, stressed tone in the presence of circling Crows. This either means, Help me Matt! or Help me Crows! I have no idea if she feels she needs saving from me, or saving from the crows. It is hard to say. Her desire to take to the skies is very strong, so I suspect she is seeking help from the Crows to take flight, and that she sees her tethers as the thing preventing her from flying. It is not a slight to me, rather, she is expressing her desire to fly, and she seems to think that the other Crows may have some advice, or assistance to give. I wish they did. 

I do not yet fully understand everything Fig says, though I wish I could. Writing about it is one way for me to review in my mind what I am observing, and it keeps me pondering.

Here is one example of an instance that I could not understand.
My son enjoys having his evening shower with Fig. And Fig enjoys her time with him, too. If she did not, she would ask to come out, and refuse to go into the shower. But, my son is only eight years old, so he is not always a perfect angel when it comes to animals. He likes to play with the cap from my shaving cream, and the other day, he decided to show it to Fig to see if she would peck it. She did peck it, but she also was afraid of a foreign object coming close to her, so she said she wanted out, and I removed her from the shower. Now, when I say she said she wanted out, what I mean is that I checked on her in the shower, and observed that she was slightly stressed. I asked my son why, and he explained that he had shown Fig the cup, and that she had pecked it. At that point I asked Fig with a gesture, do you want out, at which point she gestured, yes, by extending her neck, and leaning out towards me. I simply offered my arm and out she leapt. Now, my son was rather upset that I "took" Fig out of the shower, but I explained that Fig said she wanted out because the cup frightened her, so I would have  a chat with her and see if she would agree to go back in. He found this reasonable. So, I closed the door and talked to Fig, or rather, she talked to me. She said, Awa Awa Awa over and over. Hmm. She is saying bath or water? Maybe she is setting the context of her complaint? Do go on.  Then she launched into a long string of Auka Auka Aukas while switching her gaze from the bathroom door to me. She only seemed mildly stressed, but I could not understand what the Aukas were meant to say. It sort of seemed like she might have been talking to my son through the door. On the other hand, I thought she might be complaining to me about my son. I opened the shower room door, and asked Fig if she would like to go back in. She flat refused. I talked to my son, who wanted Fig to come back, and I told him that Fig does not want to go back because the green cup frightened her, so please don't show her unfamiliar things. He agreed.  Fig and I had a bit more chat about things, and she calmed down a bit, and said a few more Auka Aukas. The best guess I have is that the call Auka serves a dual function. To inquire, and to express uncertainty, or a state of uncertainty which I guess are somewhat related.  So maybe Fig was talking to my son through the door. Are you going to be nice? Then talking to me. I don't like what he did! That made me feel scared! This is my best interpretation in any case. Anyway, Fig decided to go back into the shower room soon after this with my son without further incident. I have to constantly remind myself that a child's "misbehavior" is actually inquiry, and experimentation, which is something to be encouraged and praised. I also have to remind myself that Fig, while she is now two, and an "adult" bird, still has a very child-like mind. So, upon further reflection, perhaps she was just talking to me, saying, "Hey, where is MY shower? (Awa Awa Awa!!!)" and "Are you my friend or aren't you? (Auka Auka Auka???)" A shower and face wash are after all her favorite thing in the world. She's practically a duck.

Notes: There is something interesting about bird communication vs. human communication in that much of bird communication is designed to happen only by way of the ears, whereas human communication, to a larger degree, takes part in conjunction with bodily and facial gestures. I also am aware that since Fig cannot fly, I miss a whole realm and dimension of calling which only comes into play in this dynamic activity during which play, fighting, decision making, signaling, discussion, and a whole 'nother world of communicative possibilities opens up. So, to be a better Crow parent, I really must make more effort to expose Fig to wild Crows, and to pay careful attention to their interactions myself.

Experiments: I am intrigued by the idea that Fig may have been talking to me about the past, and or about something in another room. I will try placing an object that stresses her a little in her comfort zone, her usual space, to recreate a similar situation as with my son in the shower room showing her a "scary" unfamiliar cup. Then I will remove her from the shower room, and see if her communication is consistent with that scenario.


(Below are the same calls explained again in a different order, with some additional comments or details.)

Needs:
1.
 Caw Caw Caw This is the call everyone associates with Crows. But actually it’s closer to Haw Haw Haw. If we slow this down a bit, and watch the beak, we can see that it is actually closer to Ha wa Ha wa – It means food. I see food. I’m starving. Let's eat. How about some grub? And it’s used as a general greeting in similar fashion that humans might say hello, or goodbye by saying, “Let’s do lunch!” 
It appears to me that a family of Crows uses this call in similar fashion to humans at home. You hungry? Naw, I’m good. (Later) I’m feeling a bit peckish, you? Yeah, I could do with something to eat soon. (Later) I’m starving let’s eat. Me too. What’s good? There appears to be constant chatter about hunger, and status updates on fridge contents, and when consensus is reached a group decision is made to act.
(Tangential Side Note: Another interesting thing is how the Japanese Crow’s language is sometimes similar to human Japanese, by coincidence?  In Japanese, the subject of a sentence is introduced thus, Kyou wa…(As for today…) Watashi wa…(As for me…). Likewise in the Crow’s call uses wa, Hawa (As for food…). It is further interesting that Ha is Japanese for tooth! I am no linguist, but I find these comparisons intriguing to think about.)



2. Awa Awa- I’m thirsty. Let’s hava a bath. I see water. I hear water. It’s raining. Look a river!
Again comparing this to human Japanese, the word for river is Kawa. It is further interesting perhaps that the second need after food, is also ending in wa, (As for water…)


Manners:
3. Errr Errrr – Thank you. Aw gee. (Chattering)
4. Nibble – No thanks.


Love:
Aaa-Aaa - I like you.
6. Gronk jack hammer kekekekekekekekekek (garglinrg) –
AAAAA jack hammer kekekekkekekkkekeke (gargling) –
I love you! This comes with loads of passionate blinking. (Let’s light the candles.)


Greetings:
7. (Friends) Auka Auka Auka? Amazingly, this is literally Japanese for “Shall we meet?” Any friends around? Anyone wanna chat? Wanna play?
8. (Strangers) Ha--! Ha--! – I see you. Take note of my presence. (Neutral) The pitch tends to be straight, not urgent, not threat related.


Danger:
9. Ha! Ha! Ha! (Ah! Ah!)  (rapid)- Danger (below)! Cat! (This call radiates out. The closest Crow with first hand observation expresses more urgency. The further Crows with second hand, and third hand knowledge goes down in urgency.) So a Crow say, 50 meters away, high up in a tree, may only say Ha--! once.) This call can be mixed with urgency, or anger. So, this call can be easily confused with no.8 but the pitch tends to go up.
10. Huwuk Hwuk Hwuk. – Danger (above) Hawk!!! Or maybe, something scary/ threatening above, incoming? I often see Crows lie about this to gain an edge. Just as children on the playground yell, Look, Mrs. Crabapple, right behind you! before dashing away from friends in a game of tag, Crows use the Hawk! Hawk! call to gain a one second advantage.
11. Arrr!!! (Tiger Growl) - No. Seriously, back off.


Mood:
12Hau Hau Hau - Hooray! Yippee! Friend!!!
13. (Muttering) Mumble grumble (Muttering) mutter (Talking to oneself) Screwy friggin' world. Jeez what a day. Man, I seriously need to get a life.


14. Gwah Gwah Gwah. I did not like that!  I’m upset.

15. Crying. (strained wimper) Expresses deep happiness, and sadness, both, but the saddness is much more pronounced.















Wednesday, February 11, 2015

"How" to Move Flighty Birds

If you care for a perching bird which is "flighty", as I do, then control and trust during handling are the only things keeping your bird safe from sudden, unexpected injury.  I am not a professional bird trainer, but this is what I do to safely control the Jungle Crow under my care. Please let me know if you think this information is useful, or totally off base. I am open to feedback and input from anyone at anytime.

When moving  Fig from place to place, I error on the side of caution. I always opt for the surest way to get from A to B with the least risk to Fig. I simply never know with 100% certainty, that she is not going to decide to panic, play, misbehave, etc... She has her own mind, she is young, impulsive, energetic, playful, a bit overly imaginitive in a paranoid sort of way, and at times hyper, so I can never rule her out of the equation. Flying is very hazardous, dangerous stuff. Every time. Especially inside. There have been times when she spontaneously decides to have herself a full tour of the house just for fun, and or to embarrass the resident predator.

So, when I move her from place to place I use the following protocol:

1. I talk to Fig for a good while, and let her know that we'll be going to such and such a place, indicating with gestures, and words. She knows where we are off too.
2. I wait until she is totally calm, and at ease. Usually, this is indicated with her fluffing up while perched on my shoulder or hand.
3. I sit down, and ask Fig to sit on my knee. She always has an out; she can choose to jump away to an available perch instead. I do not force her to comply. I ask her gently. If she chooses not to sit on my knee, then I simply wait a few minutes and try again. Usually there is no issue.
4. I then ask her to come in for a hug with a gesture, like you would do with your child, "Come for a huggies." She will then hop into my lap, against my body, with her tail tucked under my left arm." It would be very unusual for her to reject a hug, so I would take that to mean that she is not interested in coming in, or moving, and try again later.
5. I then slide my hand under her, say, Up Up, and slowly stand up while gently holding her back against my chest, and her feet tucked back slightly. Higher is better than lower. She feels safe under my chin. If I hold her low, she is likely to feel vulnerable, or see a chance to "escape",, flap, and get injured. Then we walk to the destination. Plus the chin serves as an extra hand if needed. And she can hear me well while I talk to her softly, and reassuringly.
6. I say, Down Down, and slowly lower myself, keeping my left hand on the doorjam for balance. Fig stands in my lap again, tail under my left arm.
7. As I remove my right hand, my right side opens up to easy hopping distance to the perch.
8. I count 1,2,3, and slowly lower my right arm to release Fig to hop free.

This is quite a controlled moving protocol, but I find it very safe and successful compared to moving Fig while she is perched on my hand or shoulder, in which case I am trusting her, and there will always be a chance that she will decide to play, misbehave, freak out about something or other, decide to look for a mirror or window, or break a leg attempting to land somewhere slippery. She can be like a bull in a china cabinet if she decides she'd like a bit of "fun". The environment is not static, so there may be something new, or some tiny change she sees that I was unaware of. I also need to be constantly mindful of the fact that she can only manage to fly so far, but that she is daring, and a bit over confident; she will overstretch herself if I let her alight in a place too distant from the place we were intending to go, and then she puts herself at risk of missing her perch, spraining a leg, straining a wing, or worse, falling, slipping, or crashing, breaking her beak, what have you.

My philosophy is, never take an unnecessary chance for a simple thing like moving here to there. Besides, the bird understands that handling such as this, is protective. She does not object before or after. However, Fig will blame the blue blazes out of me, utterly, and completely, if she suffers a fright or misstep in transit; in those rare instances, she lays the blame squarely, and rightly on me, 100%, and she is not afraid to give me a very loud earful for several minutes. So, I believe that this sort of "over protective" handling reinforces bond, trust, and, yes, a bit of dominance which can come in handy. I think it is appropriate, but I wonder how other bird handlers feel about this approach? Please let me know your thoughts.

Yes, there are certainly times, when Fig is very calm, or sleepy. At these times I feel compelled to trust her more, and simply move her while she is perched on my arm. It is easier and more convenient for me. I simply put a hand over her to gently assure that she remains on my arm. Crows have a very wide birth comfort zone. Being close to them, face to face, is stepping into their comfort zone, their personal space. The sound of your breath. The closeness. It quickly builds up tension, even in a very tame Crow like Fig. I suppose as the years go by, she will become even more tame, but I have come to accept that it is a natural fact that closeness is avoided as a survival tactic. For this reason, even when Fig is sleepy, or calm, I employ the safe handling I have outlined above. A house is just too full of mirrors, windows, slippery surfdaces, things to break, fall, startle, and frighten, and it is good protocol to avoid all possible endangerment as a course of habit.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Puzzles

Puzzles is now a Page on this blog. I am adding to it gradually. Please visit my Pages to read about puzzles. Link below:

http://askajapanesejunglecrow.blogspot.jp/p/puzzles.html?m=0

Crows Brushing Their Teeth

I get some interesting questions from people who take an interest in Fig when we are out and about. Recently, someone asked me if Crows have teeth???

It is a great question, though modern birds do not really have teeth; they may have a spiky tongue, or a serrated beak edge, though.  I have not really checked carefully enough to observe either of these things along or inside Fig's beak, or on her tongue but certainly when Fig "bites" / expresses her mood with her beak, there is not any feeling or marking which would indicate serrations; the side edges of her beak are pretty razor sharp, and smooth, but she would only manage to slice/cut a person's skin if she clamps, twists and yanks with pretty serious intent. Her nervousness continues to decline over time, so she stopped biting hard way too long ago for me to remember what any serious bite really feels like at this point in time, though I did get a couple of slices on the fingers back in the early days, sunce I got her as a passage bird, not a nestling, which means she was fully raised by birds, she imprinted on birds, and has been naturally fearful of humans from day one.

I will have a close look inside her beak while I wash her face, and see if I can find any bird teeth. She usually goes to sleep on my knee in the shower, and I can just open her beak and take a peek. I'll update this post below, later. 

One interesting thing I can tell you, however, is that Fig certainly does "brush" her teeth. Usually, after a bath, she will stick her beak deeply into water, and vigorously rinse the inside of her beak several times, perhaps also rinsing out her "shopping bag" under her lower beak, as there is usually a little food in the water after she does this. 

I found this hilariousness (link below), which is also very informative on the extremely interesting topic of bird teeth. It is worth a read for the laughs, the pictures, and the learns. Enjoy!

http://webecoist.momtastic.com/2010/09/28/brush-your-beak-10-amazing-birds-with-teeth/