Vlogging life

I haven’t blogged in several days. I do vlog daily though. It’s easy, just whip out my phone, film and upload. Well I made it seem really simple, which it is. I do however, have noisy pets. My dog always starts barking or growling when I’m filming. My birds start squawking and I get landed on by any birds that are out of their cage.

It’s fun, time consuming and heartbreaking at times having Peta. They bring joy to my life and I make videos of just them. I love sharing the cute and crazy things they do. It can be time consuming when several are on medication at once or my dog becomes demanding. The heartbreaking part is when it’s time to say goodbye. I wish they lived longer. I have many pets over 10 now.

I have various species of birds and many are in their teens now, some are in their 20s. Parakeets live on average to about 10, some get lucky and live longer. Cockatiels live to about 12 to 15, don’t tell that to my 21 year old and 19 year old Cockatiels though. How long they live depends on several factors, genetics, health, food, living conditions, etc.

Besides sharing pets in my vlogs, I talk about Radioncs, using tools for manifesting, what’s going on, bird rescue and a few other things. I like to use tools when manifesting, like Radionics. You can take an affirmation, aka a statement of intent, of what you want and run it 24/7.

Our minds are so busy thinking about things a mile a minute, it’s hard to stay focused on one affirmation. Not to mention our conscious or subconscious is contradicting the desire we want. So setting up a Radionics device is nice, you basically get out of your own way.

Superpower

My dog Little Ray Charles, king of the trashbags has a superpower. I never even knew he was a superhero. He can climb on anything within seconds, as long as he is being lead by his nose. That’s not his superpower, nor is his heightened sense of sound.

He’s blind and has far better hearing than a dog with eyesight. Being blind does not affect him at all. He manuvers around any obstacle. He does however, manage to get himself stuck in places and on top of things. I always come to his rescue, by picking him up and saving him from being way too high up on my bed, which is just my mattress. It sits on the floor about a foot off the ground.

Little Ray can get on and off of my bed, he just likes to milk it and have me take him off. His greatest talent isn’t ripping open trash bags in a single bound and climbing into them. No, his gift is far greater. He can pee in front of my door and never be seen. I think he can actually teleport his urine to different places while he sleeps. His superhero name is the Urinator. I hope one day he can use his superpowers for good and pee on his pee pee pad.

So Much Fun

I love it when weird random things happen. I would like to thank my Cockatiel Aria for just pecking me hard enough in my eye to mess up my vision. I would also like to thank her for the opportunity to sit at urgent care for over three hours and am still waiting to be seen.

Oh pets are great. I love that little white ball of feathers. Aria has the biggest attitude of any Cockatiel I have ever met. She actually gets pissy with me if I try to make her do something she doesn’t want to do. Huge attitude in such a tiny little body.

I’m pretty sure she’s told me off in Cockatiel more than once too. Now I sit and wait. I’m pretty sure based on my slightly now blurry vision I will end up having to wear an eye patch. If it was October I would be fine with it and say I’m a Pirate for Halloween.

I guess since it’s still July I will just say I was bored and decided to start dressing up early. I think I should put a tiny little eye patch on Aria’s eye too so that we match. I have a theme amongst all of my pets, they are all obnoxious and many suffer from over confidence. I have no idea how that happened.

I would hide from them, but they tend to find me.

Who knew

It’s funny to think that animals enjoy watching TV with their humans. This is actually a way that some bond with new pets. They either sit near the animal’s cage with the TV on or they hold the animal while sitting and watching tv with them. I actually held baby Ollie the bird and watched the movie “Avatar” with him. I noticed Ollie seemed very interested in the movie. He was watching the screen intently.

Animals even have their favorite movies, tv shows and music. My Goffins Cockatoo loves listening to Eminem. She even bounces her head up and downs and yells on and off to the music. On YouTube there are videos that have been made for dogs and cats. It’s a way to keep them entertained while your away. Just play the video or even music made for them.

The animal industry has come a long way. At one time there was very few varieties of dog, cat or bird food. Even Betta fish food had a very limited selection. As time passed pets became an industry of a mass variety of items. There is a huge selection of pet foods, toys and even clothing. You can get your dog goggles, so when it sticks it’s head out the window it’s eyes will be protected. As far as clothing goes, you name it and it probably exists. They have costumes, hats, jackets, sweat pants, shirts and even bikinis for dogs.

Cats have a huge variety of toys now. Once it was just a toy mouse with a small box of catnip. Now you have the choice of which catnip and even which kind of litter and litterbox to choose from. As far as reptiles go, they have not been left out. You can go on Etsy and not only buy a leash for Bearded Dragons, you can buy clothing, hats and costumes for them. Even snakes have clothing and hats for sale on Etsy for them.

For the bird lovers you can get a harness to take your bird out and it has a leash on it. I wouldn’t really recommend taking your bird out wearing a harness, as many birds have slipped out of them and flown off. Instead you can get a backpack made for birds so they can join you on a hike or just for travel in general. They even have backpacks for small dogs and cats. Reptile lovers carry there smaller reptiles in these backpacks too.

If you don’t want to carry your pet on your back, there are pet strollers . These strollers have a mesh on them that pulls down and you can zip it closed to make sure your pet can’t get out. People enjoy pushing their birdd around in these. I have seen people pushing their Tortoises around in strollerstoo. These pet strollers were probably originally made for small dogs and cats, but other pet owners decided to use them for other pets.

When choosing any kind of clothing, toys or strollers for your pet, make sure it’s safe for them.

The Game

It’s not just cats that love to make you get up, so you have to let them go in and out. I don’t necessarily mean outdoors either. I am in a dining room as a makeshift bedroom and yes it sucks. The dining room has a sliding glass door that opens into an enclosed patio. I keep the sliding door shut when the ferrets come out to play.

While the ferrets are out and about bouncing around getting into everything, I get to play open the door for my dog and my cats. The cats will just sit there when the door is open. They get 30 seconds. They either come in or the door gets shut. My dog on the other hand just wants me to let her out, so I can close the door, just so she can turn around and make me open the door for her again. I think it’s her idea of fun.

If I don’t let her out, she will stand at the door and whine and whimper until I open it. She must think that I have nothing better to do. Animals train us, they know how to work us. They give a sad look or whimper and it’s easy to give in. I have spent many a time feeling guilty over being mad at a pet for interrupting me or waking me up.

Never have I gotten up at two, three or four AM and fed my cat. Why he suddenly decided to wake me up at those hours I have no idea. If I am woken up by him I hide under the blanket. I never thought I would say that I fear the sound of purring. My cat started out by poking me on the nose with his paw. It seems cute and innocent. If I ignore him, that’s when his inner wild cat comes out.

The simple paw on the nose turns into getting bit, thus the hiding under the blankets. He claws and bites if I am under the blankets. Eventually when he sees that I refuse to get up he might give up. Occasionally if he sees that I am slightly uncovered and he will attack me. Pets are so much fun. Even as a tiny kitten he was a biter. He sort of grew out of it and then it awoken in him once more.

Right now I’m playing the let my dog in and out game. I think since writing this, I have let her in and out about ten times. Now I must go play the game again.

The Wetlands

Sprawled on 2,600 acres in Las Vegas, NV is a nature conservatory called The Wetlands. If you have ever wondered what Las Vegas and Southern, NV looked like during prehistoric times, this is the place to check out. Who knew that this desert was once a marsh filled with greenery. There is a flowing manmade river that comes from the reclamation plant to keep the flowing water and ponds filled year round.

Being here, you would never know your in a desert let alone Vegas. This is the home to so many animals, rabbits, quail, grackles, ducks, lizards fish and other water birds call this place home. Some of the resident animals are here year round, while some only stay a short time as a stopping off point, as they migrate. Lush with green foliage, the animals are safe to hide from people or predators when they want to.

A beautiful oasis in the desert that takes you on a journey back in time to see a place of what once was. If you’re ever visiting Vegas, take a break from the casinos. They have enough of your money, instead go back to nature and step back into history and into the wonders of The Wetlands.

The return of

No one was more relieved when Toasty the bird came back. She flew out on me and I had not seen her in almost a week. I assumed the worst. There was a hawk flying around. The temperatures were in the one hundreds. After I had posted five hundred fliers, I felt hopeless in ever seeing her again. I ventured into asking Patron Saints for help. Still no Toasty.

As my heart sank, I was trying to figure out who to turn to for help. I had a Radionics device and a Pi Ray Coffer set up to help get her back. I had an affirmation on repeat that I was constantly thinking. I had other Radionics people working on their end to help me as well. I even asked Demons to help me in bringing back Toasty. After asking a few Demons for help, Toasty appeared on the roof after missing for an entire week.

I was freaking out. What do I do now, how can I catch her? I watched her fly around the house and land in the vicinity of her cage, she would not get more than six feet from it. The day came and went and I had not caught her. The next day I continued my routine of sitting inside and watching her fly around and then land. She even landed on top of the cage. I held tight to the string attached to the cage door. She was next to the cage now. My heart was racing and then the wind blew the door shut.

As I went outside to reopen the door, all the birds flew off, except Toasty. She stood there watching me as I approached the cage. I opened the door and she too flew off. She came back later and ate seed in front of the now open cage. Unfortunately she would not go in. Every Chipmunk, Dove and tiny bird went inside the cage, but not her. Maybe she was stubborn. She came back agsin and wandered around pecking at the ground.

I sighed as the light began to dim for the night and watched Toasty fly off again. I couldn’t believe she was just standing there a few feet away and I couldn’t do anything to get her. I felt like the odds of getting her back were slim. The hawk was getting bolder too, going after birds when I was outside. Toasty’s white and brown colors made her stand out more than the other birds, making her easy to see.

I had a dream that night that Toasty was standing next to me, I reached down, picked her up and brought her inside. I didn’t think much of the dream and was trying to not get my hopes up. Thus far any manifesting I was doing did not seem to work. I kept having this feeling since the day she flew out, that I would catch her. I didn’t want to not believe it or believe it. I didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment.

Today I saw Toasty on the roof several hours earlier than normal. I called to her, I brought her baby out, brought her mate out and put him in another cage to try to get her to go into her cage. Nothing worked, she flew off. Shortly after a hawk flew over the rooftop flying towards where the doves were perched in a tree. They scattered in all directions. I asked another Demon to help me, then some Angels and Gods. I decided to ask a few more Patron Saints as well.

Of course the cage door would accidentally get pulled shut by me when Toasty finally showed up. I went and opened the door again and she flew off. I thought she was now gone for the evening. Normally at this time I would close the door and give up for the night. I decided to just keep watching just in case she came back. I’m glad I did. An hour and a half later she was back. She ate as usual and actually sat on the entrance of the cage. I wondered, would she go in?

A miracle occured. Toasty went inside the cage. It’s all a blur now as to everything that happened. I remember pulling the string to close the door. I held the string tight as I ran outside, then I latched the cage door to lock it. Her and two Mourning Doves that I accidentally caught, flapped inside the cage trying to escape. One Dove got out as I drug the cage to the steps. I pulled that cage up those steps as fast as I could and brought it inside. Once inside I knelt down and pulled Toasty out. Shortly after the second Dove was free and back outside.

I was beyond glad to have Toasty back. She was beyond mad at being in a cage. Her mate scolded her to let her know how mad he was at her. Unfortunately Toasty didn’t remember her baby. Little Ollie was only two or three days old when she flew off. Now almost fully feathered, Ollie looks totally different. Fortunately Toasty’s mate is still feeding him or her. Maybe miracles can and do happen when going to several sources for help and taking action.

Ugh, escaped bird

I used to think that a pet passing away was the worst thing. A pet escaping and going missing is far worse. You’re left with the unknown. Are they alive, are they okay, did someone find them, will I ever see them again. Having a bird get out is even worse. All you can do is watch them fly around, you can’t do anything to catch them. You can put their cage out and hope they fly back into it, put out fliers, post on social media and check the animal shelters website obsessively several times a day.

My bird Toasty flew out the door over a week ago. I think she was trying to follow me. She loves flying after me on the patio to see what I’m doing. For almost a week I didn’t see her outside. I was assuming the worst. The temperatures were in the 100’s every day, a hawk was flying overhead. The hawk was even going into the trees going after the doves. I know they need to eat to, but come on, going after them in a tree where the doves might feel safe, that just seems wrong.

Imagine my surprise when two days ago I saw Toasty on the roof of where I live. I freaked out. I had no idea what to do. Calling her name was useless, the last time I did that she flew off. I set up a baby monitor that I put inside the cage, that I put outside to try to help lure her in. I played her mate’s vocalizations and then a baby bird’s vocalizatons. Toasty has a baby. Her baby Ollie was two or three days old when she escaped. I put her mate in a live trap and put that trap inside the cage outside to catch her as well.

Toasty ignored her mate, never went near the cage. The light faded and the sun vanished. Another day was gone and Toasty would be out again. Yesterday I waited for her. I clung to the string attached to the cage door I would pull shut once she entered the cage. The cage is filled with food, so far every Chipmunk and wild bird has enjoyed going in and dining on the buffet.

My hope rose as I saw Toasty fly down. She walked around the yard picking at the little bit of seed that was scattered on the ground. Originally I threw bird seed all over the yard, in an attempt to get her to come back to the yard to have food to eat. I watched her get startled and fly off several times. Eventually she stood a few inches from the cage door eating seed that was in front of it.

My nervousness and frustration mounted as I sat helplessly watching her. I wanted her to walk into the cage so badly. I even kept repeating the affirmation “Toasty is in her cage”. I thought maybe if I kept visualizing her in the cage and repeating that affirmation then my desire would manifest. If only it was that simple. My brain was worn out from constantly saying the affirmation to the point where I had to stop saying it.

I was heartbroken as I watched Toasty fly off again once more to sleep who knows where for the night. I couldn’t even look up anymore to see if any of the birds flying were her. I just could not deal with seeing her flying around and I could not do anything about it.

Today is yet another day and around 4 PM I will go sit by the door in hope that Toasty will not only be out there, but actually walk into the cage and I can pull that string and close the door behind her. I can only hope that today will be the day she is reunited with her mate and baby.