Thursday, December 08, 2016

The Great Tootsie Pop Game Part 2, Quicksilver Does his Fire Pole Trick

You know how firemen slide down a pole from the second floor of a firehouse to the ground to speed their trip to the truck when a fire call comes in?  That is exactly what Silver is doing. 

 Only it is the siren call of a Tootsie Pop in his case.
Silver's feet take the job of a firefighter's legs in griping the pole and his beak does the job of the hands in regulating the downward speed.
I'm not sure what the dynamic is that makes Silver turn as he slides down but it occurs each time he takes the ride.

Note the back leg of the cage to the left.  Silver always chooses the thinner of the two uprights to start his locamotion down .   I posit that it fits into his feet and beak better so he has better control of the ride.

But about halfway down he grips the larger of the two uprights.  Suggestions why?
And he reaches the floor.

And what is the elephant in the room of  these photographs?

The electrics.


Yes, unfortunately.

An aside....

My house was built  circa the 1850's.  And at some point whenever they electrified Brodhead....30's?  40's?  A small number of outlets were installed.  Then the house was upgraded in the 60's...before computers and other outlet hogs. Which means this house only has very few outlets compared to a house that was built last week.  Therefore the outlets in the first parlor where the cage is and the room that hosts the computer and other outlet hogs has a dearth of usable outlets.

Therefore the strip down there is plugged into an outlet in the second parlor which is just around the french door molding and is the place to plug in phones, a lamp, etc.

So far, as he watches eyes to make sure they aren't looking...Silver has chewed everything in my, the tips on shoe strings, clothes (He loves to pop buttons off clothes...they fly through the air), books, the rubber tips off bobby pins, pencils, tubes of Carmex, tubes of lipstick, pads of paper, bags of rice, candles, curtains, curtain rods, boxed food, bags of cat chow, my check book, name it, he's chewed it...he is 18 years old this month so he's had time to watch for inattention but he has never chewed an electrical cord that was plugged in.

Whether he is like some rabbits who only seem to chew electrical cords when power is not running through them, I don't know.

I did have a Fox Terrior once, who bit through a live cord which blew out the whole house.  Thorin stood there a bit stunned with the cord in his mouth, but being a Fox Terrior he was fine. 

I admit Silver did chew a phone charger cord once but it wasn't plugged in.  Therefore it appears he might somehow know the difference.

But I don't depend on that.  If unaccompanied, or not in his cage to sleep,  he isn't left to his own devices in the first parlor.

Whew!  Back to our saga....

And Silver still has his eye on the prize.


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