I just wanted to thank all of you here who thought of me and the boys as the hurricanes passed over us. It gets a little scary during these kinds of storms when you are alone. It was comforting to know I was connected to this wonderful Board and that I wasn't totally alone. I am so proud of the boys and how well they endure these high winds. I think they feel safe knowing Mommy is with them!
We have been through many, many such storms since they came to live with me. They are my little angels.
I know I would be terrified to be alone during those storms, so I feel for you, Juanita.
As I recall, our birds have always seemed fairly oblivious to the noises and goings on outside with the hurricanes and tropical storms. Unlike many dogs, as I hear, who are terrified and head for under a bed or in a bathtub ( my mother had one dog who ran for the bathtub at the first crack of a thunderstorm) for every thunderstorm. I really think the birds feel safe as long as their human flock is nearby, and will make sure everything is ok.
One of my memories of hurricane Andrew (Miami, 1992) was of my husband, daughter, my mother, our two cockatiels ( Coconut and Freckle) and our rabbit in the hallway as the hurricane raged and screamed outside. The birds were in their travel kennels and the bunny in his hutch- made it easier to pick them up as we went from room to room in the house trying to find a safe place. We couldn't hear much as the wind and rain was deafening, sounded like a freight train besides the howling, whistling, groaning and banging as something broke or got torn off by the wind. Sounded just like an explosion when a portion of our neighbor's roof blew right through the shuttered window in the living room, took out those windows, and the shutter, letting the hurricane winds into that part of the house.
The critters didn't seem scared, in fact Coconut acted as though he was psyched by all the noises. The noise from the hurricane would abate from time to time, and that's when we'd hear Coconut talking to his little mirror in his travel cage. His crest was sticking straight up, I can imagine his pupils were alternately contracting and dilating as he went through his vocabulary, "WHAT a pretty, pretty bird", "SUCHA pretty bird","kiss kiss kiss", and even his whistling rendition of "Happy Birthday to You". It was a little bit of comic relief to an otherwise terrifying experience.
I'm glad you and the boys did okay. I know you're worn out, both you and Marybird.
I think with the cold front coming through, it should go pretty far south, and I can't see how any more tropical stuff woudl blow up out there before seasons end at the end of this month.
When Isabelle came through here in 2003 I went to a motel and brought my CC and Lulu. They stayed on the bed with me all night and weren't the least bit bothered by the all-night screaming howling wind. They were actually beaky-grinding!
I've always thought the birds were maybe "psyched" by all those hurricane noises. At least I think our cockatiel Coconut was. He talked through Andrew, and did the same thing through Wilma!