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#258464 - 05/25/15 05:15 AM Wonderful memories of a Jackdaw named 'Pyjamas'  
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He was ever such a clever bird, the smartest bird in fact, that I have ever known. He was only around 9 months old when his creator called him home. His necropsy showed that a brain hemorrhage is what caused his sudden and fast passing.
I have many wonderful memories of my corvid friend, and although I miss him dreadfully still, I can never look back without a smile when I think of him. He could not have left me with a greater gift than that of a thousand smiles.

Memories of a Jackdaw called 'PYJAMAS'.

As a tiny, orphaned baby, he loved to really snuggle down on my shoulder when I had my fleecey pyjamas on. He fell asleep like that every night for the first few weeks, hence how he got his name, 'Pyjamas'.

He absolutely adored bath time, and the further he managed to splash the water, the happier he was!

He loved playing with cigarette papers, and would watch intently when I rolled my own cigarettes.
One day, he grabbed the little rolling machine, then ripped a load of papers out of the pack and stuffed them firmly in to the rolling machine. Then he grabbed a beakful of filters and stuffed them in to the machine as well, then snapped it shut with his beak and stood on the coffee table looking at me all proud.
I bought him his own papers, his own filters, and his own machine and he spent many happy hours 'rolling cigarettes'. I drew the line at buying him a pack of Golden Virginia though.

My very dear friend Julie Baines turned up one day with a present for him, a toddlers first jigsaw. The board had removable animal shapes with a snall handle on each one. Within half an hour he learned how to remove the animal jigsaw shapes, and how to put them back in the correct place.

My carer, Donna Calf had been wanting to make friends with him for weeks. One day to her delight he called her over to him ''Come'ere! Come 'ere!'' Delighted, she went straight to him and held out her hand. He promptly pecked her hard on the fingers and told her to ''Bugger off'' then laughed.

Pyjamas loved to dance. He danced somewhat like a belly dancer. he would sit on my arm, and I would sing to him, and he would sway his body from side to side but his head never moved. He would stare at me solemnly as he swayed.

I left him unattended in the bathroom for less than two minutes and returned to find he had thrown most of my make up down the toilet followed by my top set of dentures. He cackled with laughter the whole time that I was pouring bleach and boiling water over my toilet-dunked teeth.

He took a dislike to my perfect condition, much loved, collectable, vintage Teeny Tiny Tears doll. So he poked its eyes out with his beak and shat on her face.

He shat on me. Regularly. Especially when I was going out. Usually just before I was about to go through the door.

He absolutely hated being caged, so it was only very rarely that I closed his cage door. I got up one morning and went into the kitchen to discover he had completely emptied every single item out of my cutlery draw and carried it across the kitchen to place each item in his cage.
Including a full sized stainless steel ladle. The ladle was longer than the cage door was wide or tall. Don't ask, because I do not know; but he managed it.

A typical Jackdaw, if it wasn't nailed down he would steal it. If it was nailed down, he would try and steal the nail.

Realising it was pointless letting him have a cage that he never used other than to stash his stolen loot in, I let him have my double bedroom as his 'cage'. He shared the entire room with three rabbits. He loved to torment the bunnies by stealing their food, especially the broccoli. He never ate it, he just used to grab it, fly up on to the pen sides and pelt them with it. He 'Broccoli bombed' the bunnies daily. Unfortunately for them, he was a damn good shot. 'BOINK!' right on the bonce, every time.

I kept thinking he would have a happier life in a home where he would have other Jackdaws for company, but I just loved him so much I could never let him go when it came to the crunch. He loved me too. I was his 'mama' and his friend. I adored him, and he adored me.

The night he was to make his journey to the Rainbow Bridge, he called me by my name and flew into my arms as soon as I was within his sight. He went into a severe siezure and when it finished, from that moment on, just rested quietly snuggled up on my lap with his beak resting on my hand until he quietly and gently left to make the most special journey of all. His journey to the Bridge.

I still miss him terribly, I will never, EVER forget my time, that wonderful time I spent sharing my world with a jackdaw.
He was cheeky, he was naughty. He was funny, he was a terrible thief. He could be a bully. He showed no remorse or shame. Ever.
He was by far the brightest, most intellegent bird I have ever known in my life.
PYJAMAS.
I will love and remember him and miss him forever.
But I am so glad that for a while, he was part of my world.

In deepest loving memory of my Jackdaw, my friend,
PYJAMAS.


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#258465 - 05/25/15 05:22 AM Re: Wonderful memories of a Jackdaw named 'Pyjamas' [Re: wishfull]  
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In his 'own words' (and one of the very many reasons I can only smile when I look back...)

The Very Very Very
Funny Tale of the Teeth.
Well, it was like this; Mama human was not paying me the attention I so rightfully deserve. She was faffing about in the bathroom, drawing on her face with sticks and brushes and things, cleaning her beak, I mean mouth and teeth, and I was feeling very bored and abandoned. I also knew; because I am an exceedingly smart and clever Jackdaw, that she does all this when she is about to go out and leave me. MORE abandonment!
Anyway, I was sat on the bath watching her and tapping my foot in an attention seeking manner, and she ignored me! She carried on doing something to part of her mouth that comes out, to my absolute amazement, then I heard her grumble a rude word and she walked off in to her bedroom. So, I decided I would have a good look at the sticks and brushed and things that she had been using on her face. I picked up the thing she called a 'Stick-lip' or something like that, and I suddenly wondered what it would sound like if I threw it down that funny toilet bowl thing that she sits on numerous times a day. Well, it made a most wonderful 'Splish!!' sound when it landed in the water at the bottom! In fact, I liked the sound so much, I threw down a little dish with some sort of powder in. ''SPLOSH!''. Then I threw a little brush down, ''SPERLASSSHHH!!'' I then decided to let another Stick-lip follow that but it didn't make a particularly glorious splash so I looked for something that would make a better sound.
Then I spied them on the side of the sink, next to another funny looking brush. Mama humans TEETH! the ones that go at the top. I just knew they would make the most wonderful sound when they hit the water. I managed to pick them up in my beak and made it to the side of the funny bowl and was just leaning over to make sure they landed right in the middle of the water when I heard ''NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!''
Mama human was hobbling towards me with her hands outstretched and the most hilarious look of shock and horror and dismay on her face. Clearly, what I wanted to do was the very last thing on earth that Mama human wanted me to do. Finally her attention was on ME. Sadly however, it was too little, too late. I timed it perfectly too. Just has her fingers were a zillionth of a milimeter away from her teeth, I opened my beak and let them go. ''PERRRRLLLOPPPPP!!!!!!!'' Payback has never felt so wonderful. How I didn't fall straight down the toilet bowl after them I do not know because I was laughing so hard! I laughed even more when the washing-up liquid came out, and the bleach, and then the kettle was boiled....
Oddly enough, Mama human has been more attentive to my needs since that day. Can't think why!
Ha!


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#258482 - 05/28/15 03:08 AM Re: Wonderful memories of a Jackdaw named 'Pyjamas' [Re: wishfull]  
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I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend.


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