goofy critters

Kreisleriana wrote:

On Tue, 06 Apr 2004 13:10:31 -0700, David Yehudah
yodeled:

I swear, sometimes I think these little hairy varmint critters are
trying to do me in with laughter.

A moment ago I visited the den on the way out the back door. 'Den' is
the right word for this room because that is what the critters have made
of it. All were sacked out on the couch snoozing away, when my next-door
neighbor's new peacock let out a cry.

erm. Peacock? Who lives next door to you, the Hearsts?

He must live smewhere that still has rural zoning - a lot of areas don't
allow poultry - even if they're considered "pets". (Peacocks are
decidedly noisy birds, though - I can't imagine wanting one living in
close proximity.)


An ex-BF of mine moved into a street in LA where an escaped peacock
had taken up residence. Don't ask me why, but he just lived there in
a tree, screeching and terrorizing the local dogs and cats.

Although parrots (the little green ones) are NOT native to Southern
California, there are quite a few colonies of them living wild in
Pasadena. The most persistent "urban legend" explaining it is that
there was a pet shop fire in the area (a good many years ago, now) and a
number of captive birds escaped to the great outdoors.

CATherine wrote in message . ..


I have always thought a peacock sounded like a woman screaming "Help".
The first time I heard one, soon after we moved to Oklahoma years ago,
I ran around trying to find the woman to help her! The same people
owned guinea hens. Hearing that sound for the first time was something
else! :-)

CATherine


Heh. Have you ever heard a panther scream? It sounds *almost* human,
but somehow terribly *wrong*. It's a really awful sound.

------
Krista

CATherine wrote in message . ..


I have always thought a peacock sounded like a woman screaming "Help".
The first time I heard one, soon after we moved to Oklahoma years ago,
I ran around trying to find the woman to help her! The same people
owned guinea hens. Hearing that sound for the first time was something
else! :-)

CATherine


Heh. Have you ever heard a panther scream? It sounds *almost* human,
but somehow terribly *wrong*. It's a really awful sound.

------
Krista

AHHHHAAHHHHHHAAA ! GOOD THING I DID'NT HAVE A DRINK IN MY HAND.now i'll b
snikering all day, thax ! D
"David Yehudah" wrote in message
...
I swear, sometimes I think these little hairy varmint critters are
trying to do me in with laughter.

A moment ago I visited the den on the way out the back door. 'Den' is
the right word for this room because that is what the critters have made
of it. All were sacked out on the couch snoozing away, when my next-door
neighbor's new peacock let out a cry. Immediately all heads were up, all
antennae tuned to this new, weird sound. Sam looked as if she were ready
to jump and run so fast as to leave her skin behind. Toby in particular
looked CONCERNED!

Well, it so happens I can do a pretty good imitation of a peacock, and I
know their peculiar cry is a challenge to any other peacock plus any
three friends he can round up to fight, without stopping to think of
possible consequences, I cupped my hands over my mouth and let out a
warbling scream at high volume right behind my critters.

Well.

Sam and Chuckles tied for the pet flap, Mac jumped over a pet barricade
between the living room and the den (he never could, before), and Toby
disappeared. If I hadn't seen the couch wiggle, I never would have
figured out where he went. He can't fit under the couch; he's too fat.
But when I peered underneath, there he was. I had to stand there and
hold the couch up before I could coax him out.

Critters; you gotta love'm.

Cheers,
Dave

AHHHHAAHHHHHHAAA ! GOOD THING I DID'NT HAVE A DRINK IN MY HAND.now i'll b
snikering all day, thax ! D
"David Yehudah" wrote in message
...
I swear, sometimes I think these little hairy varmint critters are
trying to do me in with laughter.

A moment ago I visited the den on the way out the back door. 'Den' is
the right word for this room because that is what the critters have made
of it. All were sacked out on the couch snoozing away, when my next-door
neighbor's new peacock let out a cry. Immediately all heads were up, all
antennae tuned to this new, weird sound. Sam looked as if she were ready
to jump and run so fast as to leave her skin behind. Toby in particular
looked CONCERNED!

Well, it so happens I can do a pretty good imitation of a peacock, and I
know their peculiar cry is a challenge to any other peacock plus any
three friends he can round up to fight, without stopping to think of
possible consequences, I cupped my hands over my mouth and let out a
warbling scream at high volume right behind my critters.

Well.

Sam and Chuckles tied for the pet flap, Mac jumped over a pet barricade
between the living room and the den (he never could, before), and Toby
disappeared. If I hadn't seen the couch wiggle, I never would have
figured out where he went. He can't fit under the couch; he's too fat.
But when I peered underneath, there he was. I had to stand there and
hold the couch up before I could coax him out.

Critters; you gotta love'm.

Cheers,
Dave

The most awful scream I ever heard in my life was at the bull ring in
Monterey, N.L., Mexico. This one bull was not cooperating at all. He
just mopped up the floor with everyone who came into the ring with him.
It's been many years, now, and I forget how many people and horses he
tore up or killed, but one thing I'll never forget is his dying scream.
It sounded just like a woman.

The idea is that the various picadors, banderilladors, capeadors, etc.,
torment the bull until he is pretty much exhausted. Then the matador
steps in. His part is to kill the bull with a sword thrust through the
heart, usually between the ribs, straight down through the back. The
kill is usually quick and clean.

This time the bull not only survived, he became quite annoyed with that
matador, so much so that he gored him pretty badly. With a few shakes of
his magnificent body, he dislodged the sword, which fell to the ground.

The next matador wasted no time playing with the bull He arched his back
and met the bull's charge head on, letting the horns pass on either side
of his body as he thrust home the sword. The bull collapsed at his feet.
In the middle of the matador's triumphal march around the ring, the
'dead' bull suddenly tried to rise, but he could only push himself up
with his front hooves; the sword had severed his spine, and he no longer
had the use of his hind legs.

That's when he threw his head back and screamed, a cry of baffled rage
and pain I'll never forget.

I left the arena then and have never returned.

LOL wrote:
CATherine wrote in message . ..


I have always thought a peacock sounded like a woman screaming "Help".
The first time I heard one, soon after we moved to Oklahoma years ago,
I ran around trying to find the woman to help her! The same people
owned guinea hens. Hearing that sound for the first time was something
else! :-)

CATherine



Heh. Have you ever heard a panther scream? It sounds *almost* human,
but somehow terribly *wrong*. It's a really awful sound.

------
Krista

The most awful scream I ever heard in my life was at the bull ring in
Monterey, N.L., Mexico. This one bull was not cooperating at all. He
just mopped up the floor with everyone who came into the ring with him.
It's been many years, now, and I forget how many people and horses he
tore up or killed, but one thing I'll never forget is his dying scream.
It sounded just like a woman.

The idea is that the various picadors, banderilladors, capeadors, etc.,
torment the bull until he is pretty much exhausted. Then the matador
steps in. His part is to kill the bull with a sword thrust through the
heart, usually between the ribs, straight down through the back. The
kill is usually quick and clean.

This time the bull not only survived, he became quite annoyed with that
matador, so much so that he gored him pretty badly. With a few shakes of
his magnificent body, he dislodged the sword, which fell to the ground.

The next matador wasted no time playing with the bull He arched his back
and met the bull's charge head on, letting the horns pass on either side
of his body as he thrust home the sword. The bull collapsed at his feet.
In the middle of the matador's triumphal march around the ring, the
'dead' bull suddenly tried to rise, but he could only push himself up
with his front hooves; the sword had severed his spine, and he no longer
had the use of his hind legs.

That's when he threw his head back and screamed, a cry of baffled rage
and pain I'll never forget.

I left the arena then and have never returned.

LOL wrote:
CATherine wrote in message . ..


I have always thought a peacock sounded like a woman screaming "Help".
The first time I heard one, soon after we moved to Oklahoma years ago,
I ran around trying to find the woman to help her! The same people
owned guinea hens. Hearing that sound for the first time was something
else! :-)

CATherine



Heh. Have you ever heard a panther scream? It sounds *almost* human,
but somehow terribly *wrong*. It's a really awful sound.

------
Krista

In article , David Yehudah
wrote:


Critters; you gotta love'm.

Cheers,
Dave

Do your critters get hazard pay?
Suz
Macmoosette
Thank Heavens There's Only One
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In article , David Yehudah
wrote:


Critters; you gotta love'm.

Cheers,
Dave

Do your critters get hazard pay?
Suz
Macmoosette
Thank Heavens There's Only One
=^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^=



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David Yehudah wrote in message ...

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That's when he threw his head back and screamed, a cry of baffled rage
and pain I'll never forget.

I left the arena then and have never returned.



Well, I don't blame you; I wouldn't have wanted to see that either. I
am assuming his kills were in the ring? The poor thing never deserved
that.

The scream I am talking about is not a dying scream; rather, it's a
scream that says "I am a bad*ss." It's quite convincing.

------
Krista