Posted on 05/29/2012 6:24:26 PM PDT by Salamander
Prayers for a lost pet
Hopefully you can get a photo of it next time.
I’d love to see it.
First we plugged the holes with wadded up tinfoil but then worried what if he’s ~in~ the holes and can’t get back out?
What a Catch 22 this is.
:-\
: /
Somehow, I believe that he knows you are looking for him. Yep... I am one of those; small smile; thinking that animals really do know when they are loved, and who, in particular, is doing the loving.
Even animals, that for whatever reason, have a hard time returning it.
Ya’ll please do take care.
Tatt
Back in the 1920’s, my mother had a pet guinea hen. It was born with only one leg, and she called him, “Crip”.
One day when Mama was about five years old, she and her little sister were playing out in the yard, when a big hawk swooped down and took Crip away. My Granny, alerted by their screams, ran out and tried to console her children. Mama and Aunt Sis had their first lesson that morning, in the harsh realities of nature, life and death.
The event was later recounted at a family gathering, and perversely, as sometimes happens, everyone cracked-up. An uncle remarked that if Crip had been Thanksgiving dinner, there would’ve been only one drumstick, which made little Mama cry all the harder.
Into her late ‘80s, she would still shed a tear over the memory of her poor little hen. No barnyard bird has ever been mourned so well or for so long —the better part of a century.
I give mine *fairly* normal names.
There’s Alice, Iggy, Ozzy, Leon, Spider, Agnes, Leah, Kelly, Ivy, Norma, Peggy, Dixie, Mosby and Brom [aka Bob].
Another snake I’m currently buying is going to be named Boo Radley which is kind of not really “normal”.
What a wonderful story about the garden snake...:)
The only people who ‘look for snakes’ here are exterminators.
[hillfolk really have a ‘thing’ about snakes]
Have you tried calling him? (I don’t know how good their hearing is; this is new to me.) I’ve prayed for you and Alice; felt like the Lord must be thinking I’m nuts, but His thoughts are above my thoughts. Praying you find him (Alice is a girl’s name, you know).
It’s my daughter’s house.She didn’t know she had mice-hehhehehe Hey but Stangle’s knew:)
I hope he knows.
Snakes do know who their person is.
Hubby likes the snakes a lot but they definitely prefer me.
If he holds them, they put up with it but then stretch waaaaay out and hop back onto me as soon as they can.
Then they sit on my shoulders under my hair and just glare at him suspiciously.
They’re all mommy’s snakes.
Darnright, I’m so sorry over the loss of your little pet guinea hen. I hope the story of my mom’s loss didn’t create more pain in your hearts. I just wasn’t thinking. Prayers of comfort and consolation for you and your husband.
No, no one could’ve taken him.
I was home when he got loose and the dogs never barked at anybody coming around and the security cameras only show my dad going up the lane.
He took himself somewhere.
Besides, if somebody came in and wanted a ‘profitable’ snake, they’d have taken Ozzy the Bumblebee instead of Alice the Pastel.
Ozzy’s worth a lot more.
They can’t hear sounds.
They can only feel vibrations.
I’ve called to him anyway, just in case God can get the message to him.
I would imagine God has pretty much gotten used to my freaky prayers.
They’re never for “normal” stuff.
:)
“Had mice”, in the past tense, of course.
LOL
I had a friend who had a pet snake do this tore his house apart looking about a month later he found it balled up in the springs of his sofa! Check your chairs too.
Nothing yet? ISn’t there some food that would attract him?
“Holy herps!” LOL! I never knew all these facts about snakes and their behaviors. I’m ignorant about them, but the more I’ve read of this thread, the more intrigued I’ve become. They really are particularly fascinating creatures, and incredibly beautiful.
The wholesale destruction of my furniture is due today.
Oh well.
It’s only stuff.
I had two ferrets who would barricade themselves in my old sofa.
After the third time, I gave up and let them be.
Then I’d go cook some peas and bring them in the living room, yelling “PEAS!! PEAS!!” and they’d come tearing out for their favorite snack.
The people in the next apartment thought I was a bit “spayshul” since I never told them I had ferrets or why I kept yelling “PEAS!!” in the middle of the night.
Warm, thawed mousesicles.
It’s what he eats.
I’m not sure how far the smell of a little mouse carries, though.
Just the incredibly complex way they move is a miracle of bio-mechanical locomotion.
Each rib is attached to a belly scale and the ribs move in a concertina fashion, propelling the snake forward.
People say snakes “have no feet” when technically, their belly scales function as “feet” and they have *hundreds* of them.
Most only have one lung that is almost as long as their body.
They have an ‘auxiliary’ windpipe under their tongue that springs into action to keep them from suffocating while they swallow their food.
They are truly one of God’s most fascinating and complex creations.
>I grew up with loads of Guineas and they’re such personable birds.
Can you get some chicks for the survivor?
I worry that he’ll grieve himself to death.
They’re extremely communal birds.<
I’ve got feelers out for a young hen. One friend has some eggs due to hatch in a couple of weeks, but those keets won’t be old enough to be out of the brooder for another month and a half after they hatch. I think he needs a friend sooner. I’ve considered putting one of the chickens with him if all else fails. He’s not real aggressive (he was the low man on the guinea totem pole) so he might accept a chicken buddy.
I’m very worried he might grieve himself to death. He’s never been without at least one other guinea, poor fella.
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