tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post5794154752105463533..comments2023-10-12T07:26:45.479-07:00Comments on I'm Mad and I Eat: Bird Foodcookiecrumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-65637265366903765662008-11-21T17:11:00.000-08:002008-11-21T17:11:00.000-08:00so here's what the birds do around here. they eat ...so here's what the birds do around here. they eat the poke salad bush berries and shit purple all over your car.<BR/><BR/>now i have one of those pyracantha out by the carport held up with a trellis... not sure if the birds get drunk on them. maybe i'll go hang out outside and observe... or not.michael, claudia and sierrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10466840130053606273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-87394592775844554532008-11-20T18:06:00.000-08:002008-11-20T18:06:00.000-08:00I think I'll forego getting Reese drunk. :)I think I'll forego getting Reese drunk. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-48766582775675505262008-11-19T11:47:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:47:00.000-08:00Sean: (You sneaked in while I was typing.)A drunka...Sean: (You sneaked in while I was typing.)<BR/>A drunkard bird with wiles! What a hoot!<BR/>I got my dog drunk once, in college. Poor thing had to go outside and pee real bad; he fell over and kept peeing the whole time. I bet he had a hangover. I am evil.cookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-49126205858432717392008-11-19T11:45:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:45:00.000-08:00Heather: Thank you! I love etymology. I was hip to...Heather: Thank you! I love etymology. I was hip to the "fire" part, and now -- thorn? Totally dig it. Man, those bushes have evil thorns.<BR/>As for the cedar waxwings. Yeah, they're berry-poppin' birdies. They like the firethorns too. When they're in town.<BR/><BR/>Michelle: You are in good company; anything you say is always welcome. :)<BR/><BR/>Kudzu: I've seen the waxwings; the crest gives them away. But these beautiful, small copper birdies, who seemed to travel in mated pairs... Alas. No idea.<BR/><BR/>Sweet Bird: Avian birds! Not human birds. xxcookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-993179707876210552008-11-19T11:41:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:41:00.000-08:00My ossum mother had an alcoholic parakeet as a chi...My ossum mother had an alcoholic parakeet as a child. One day it flew into the picture window in the living room and knocked itself out cold; my grandmother revived it with whiskey and water. Then it started deliberately flying into things to get the whiskey, and eventually figured out it could just keel over unprovoked. Including into my mother's breakfast cereal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-47688245295852325012008-11-18T22:39:00.000-08:002008-11-18T22:39:00.000-08:00Hmm...something birds get drunk on? This requires ...Hmm...something birds get drunk on? This requires further examination...Sweet Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10821739270102885382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-43087918410329580522008-11-18T21:14:00.000-08:002008-11-18T21:14:00.000-08:00Heather may be on to soemthing. I was thinking of ...Heather may be on to soemthing. I was thinking of cedar waxwings when you said "copper". But they only migrate through here and don't stay. And you didn't mention their Nefertiti eye markings which are so distinct (and a slight crest). They are gorgeous! Google them and see.kudzuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17568605434930160363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-37171122203525799752008-11-18T19:02:00.000-08:002008-11-18T19:02:00.000-08:00Damn, I wish I was as witty as your other readers....Damn, I wish I was as witty as your other readers. Well, you still made me laugh and I luv you for it, even if I can't think of anything sprightly to say...maybe I need me some of those berries...Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02537200901718762277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-22704121224620620902008-11-18T18:48:00.000-08:002008-11-18T18:48:00.000-08:00Pyracantha means fire-thorn. The birds here get dr...<I>Pyracantha</I> means fire-thorn. <BR/><BR/>The birds here get drunk on the elderberries. Especially those cedar waxwings. Lushes.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630354073303047529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-52916905583221902072008-11-18T18:06:00.000-08:002008-11-18T18:06:00.000-08:00Spiteful: But I hate it when the berries run out, ...Spiteful: But I hate it when the berries run out, and they come banging on my door for some Jack Daniel's. Of course, I feel sorry for them, and pour a little in the bird feeder. I'm an enabler.<BR/><BR/>Mouse: You can hate wearing shoes now, because it's spring in NSW. I bet you wear boots in June.<BR/><BR/>Greg: I have a job!! I, uh, watch drunk birdies. Hard work. :D<BR/><BR/>Zoomie: Woodchucks. Chuckle. What is a woodchuck? (I know.)<BR/>Anyway, no the gorgeous birds we talked about are copper colored, in chest and head. Very subtle and beautiful. Haven't seen them this year.<BR/><BR/>Kudzu: I do need a bird guide. My little hilltop is very birdy. I wish I knew what those elusive copper birds were...cookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-67835196920647241042008-11-18T17:50:00.000-08:002008-11-18T17:50:00.000-08:00Gorgeous orange birds? What are you smoking up the...Gorgeous orange birds? What are you smoking up there in northern Marin? <BR/><BR/>Ask Santa for a good guide to bird identification. You're obviously in a good watching spot!kudzuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17568605434930160363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-83998136679112048842008-11-18T17:37:00.000-08:002008-11-18T17:37:00.000-08:00Like Morgan, I've seen animals drunk on grapes but...Like Morgan, I've seen animals drunk on grapes but not pyracantha berries. In WNY, each year the woodchucks would get into the fermented wild grapes and they lost all fear, reeling around the college lawns. Goofy. Maybe the orioles your neighbor referred to are the gorgeous orange birds you told me about last summer?Zoomiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16474153316588551039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-55918513612853417672008-11-18T15:48:00.000-08:002008-11-18T15:48:00.000-08:00Watching the bird's getting drunk on berries.Man t...Watching the bird's getting drunk on berries.Man that's living the high life. Come on retirement!Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255032914854206547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-11885749040770337432008-11-18T15:44:00.000-08:002008-11-18T15:44:00.000-08:00Cookie, the drunk bees mean I have to wear shoes o...Cookie, the drunk bees mean I have to wear shoes outside, because the buggers still sting if you step on them. I HATE wearing shoes outside.Ms Brown Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06128283343279442537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-89383571912031800622008-11-18T13:11:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:11:00.000-08:00Maybe they're just functional drunks, and they can...Maybe they're just functional drunks, and they can eat the berries and work on building nests all day, but secretly their family lives are suffering.The Spiteful Chefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06309097272920178065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-28012750800404818212008-11-18T08:06:00.000-08:002008-11-18T08:06:00.000-08:00Kudzu: I (heart) you! I'm flattered you picked up ...Kudzu: I (heart) you! I'm flattered you picked up on my silly word. It just tumbled out, unbidden.<BR/>And! Now I have a name for all those little flitty birds we have here: juncos. I'm not sure about chickadees. I'm not much of a birder.<BR/><BR/>Dagny: Oh, thanks. That was a nice article to read. This is as close to "scientific proof" as I could get in 60 seconds of casual Googling; scroll down to "toyon berries": http://www.stanford.edu/~rawlings/birds.htm<BR/><BR/>Morgan: Drunk bees! Whoopsie! Sounds, er... fun!<BR/>You silly tipsy mouse.<BR/><BR/>El: Apparently they're edible. So, yeah, when they get fermented, free hooch! Naw, you try it first.cookiecrumbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741894180391507513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-62289768153677209142008-11-18T07:18:00.000-08:002008-11-18T07:18:00.000-08:00I think you just WANT to see them drunk.So, what's...I think you just WANT to see them drunk.<BR/><BR/>So, what's with these berries? Poisonous for humans? Because if they're so eager to go all tipsy on you it's, like, a lost opportunity or something.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-56496405786900322222008-11-17T20:34:00.000-08:002008-11-17T20:34:00.000-08:00At our old house we used to get drunk birds and be...At our old house we used to get drunk birds and bees - they were eating/sipping from fermented grapes. Where we live now, we just get drunk bees, they are sipping fermented nectar from jacaranda blossoms on the ground.<BR/>In friday night there was a slightly tipsy mouse in the Brown Mouse House, too much fizzy wine with the girls from work.Ms Brown Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06128283343279442537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-35175640588811935042008-11-17T20:01:00.000-08:002008-11-17T20:01:00.000-08:00There's a huge pyracantha in my mom's yard. Never...There's a huge pyracantha in my mom's yard. Never had any birds fly into windows there. Checking online it seems to be a myth but I did come across this fun little article.<BR/><BR/>http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2004/10/1026_041026_birdman_robins.htmlDagnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13454543828633484309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12774302.post-15790977894797894102008-11-17T17:35:00.000-08:002008-11-17T17:35:00.000-08:00"...she warbled." Heh.It was the smaller birds who..."...she warbled." Heh.<BR/><BR/>It was the smaller birds who seemed most affected by those berries when I had the shrubs in my yard, mostly chickadees and juncos. None ever flew into my windows, but they seemed to be enjoying their high.<BR/><BR/>And yeah, the color helps us in our sort of no-autumn-change of place.kudzuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17568605434930160363noreply@blogger.com