Monday, May 28, 2012

The Macaw and the Boxer Videos...


Sky is turning 10 this year, or so we think we remember anyway.

In the video above, I finally got her on video making her "sound" or whatever that is, and maybe I don't want to know.

Walter even thinks it is strange.

Below, Sky anticipates I'm about to say "Jeezus" because she attacked the camera.

Turn up the sound or put on those headphones, either way...

Monday, May 21, 2012

Macaw Talk: Microexpressions

Dr. Paul Ekman isolated what he called, "microexpressions" which according to the renown psychologist, are facial expressions which represent certain human emotions. These expressions are universal transcending culture or race.

They also seem to transcend species...

I happen to  note that animals have the same sorts of expressions which I've learned to read in my human counterparts. In my "micro" studies, I have observed not only the facial language, but voice, body language as well.

My macaw, Sky, who will be 10 years old this year, gave me new challenges learning to read a bird as opposed to the regular, more down to earth, animals, like my cats who climbed a mountain or my dog who retrieved only my errant golf shots.

I noted that what I considered my "smarter" dogs were the ones who were reading my expressions. Doller Bill, a tiny mutt with big expressive eyes, knew me so well I never taught her anything, she LEARNED me.

Sky is different, oh so different. In a good and challenging way. 

There were forums and websites explaining the language of parrots, but somehow they always came up short.

Then one day I suddenly could see her facial expressions and even understood them. It was like the moment that the picture turns 3D and all that staring pays off.

Sky is really incredible, taking her frame by frame in only a few videos I actually learned more about her. The moody creatures that parrots are, I can put the face to the mood, and avoid confrontation with the beak...if you know what I mean.

Knock on wood, but I've been able to read her better therefore I've had less bites. Yeah, some narrow misses, but that's the fun of it.


 My blue and Gold macaw, Sky, looks "irritated"--studying microexpressions in my little cutey pie.


I think I'll call this one, "feigned indifference."

"Happy Camper" not scientific but fitting. 


 "Joy to the world!"


And then this look...hmm, they are so cute, but you just can't trust "quick jaw macaw."

The city of "Big" Brotherly love...

 I've finally gotten down to the task of separating out videos and pix from the European adventure. The first issue that effected me about being in England was the use of video for every conceivable excuse to invade our privacy.

I'm not that photogenic so it bothered that I had my picture taken more times than the total of my childhood during my stay.

Pictured here is an effort control parking with video. I mean where does it end? 

 The road trip was quite enjoyable as the English countryside is green and lush. It was a nice trip akin to driving through mid-western America.



 And then just as I think what a beautiful landscape, we drive by a nuclear power plant. My polite British friend downplayed it, just like the camera issue, as these people will be well mannered at all times. He admitted to the plant being a blight but was not willing to elaborate.


 I never got much info on the nuclear power plant, how old, how long, what is behind this being right off the roadway and other questions that come to mind.  Maybe I don't want to know, we have enough problems over here in America.

Finally, here is the pizza, or whatever they want to call it, that set off my "cussing binge" which had me being thrown out of a restaurant later that fateful night. (SEE: The unrepentant)


Seriously do not advertise an "American Pizza" to a hungry American who cannot find her "food" and then serve up something not even identifiable. This was also the "thick" crust, which made me almost instantly insane.

Home is where the pizza is...and don't forget it!

I should have called the series, "An American Palate in London."