Nekyia's Threshold

subject:
Hunker
post date:
2007-08-28 16:21:21
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Four years ago it began with Cosmo and Wanda. Zebra Finches deeply in love and eager to propagate. And so they did.Over, and over, and over.The gene pool got very dirty. Mating with one's daughter, which produced a male that would mate with his mother, who was also his sister produced a female with funky feet. This funky footed delight mated with her grandfather, who was also her uncle. Not even water wings could help the little creature she had stay afloat.Poor Weeble. All he did for his short life was roll around on the bottom of the cage, day in and night out. Rolling from side to side until his father - Hurt Wing - would stop his random energy to feed him.A more visually appealling anomaly has arrived. I call this one "Hunker". Hunker looks like a normal zebra finch. There is no apparent physical deformity. I think that a new level of dirty genes has been achieved. The realm of phobia has been reached. Hunker is afraid of flying.No, I'm not going to go into some sexual fantasy sidetrip in order to include "The Fear of Flying". I'm assuming Hunker will mate just fine with her brother, her uncle, her grandfather - which is all contained in one male. I foresee that a new breed of zebra finch will thrive - the walking finch.These zebra finches will stand around on the bottom of the cage in a little herd, grazing on the seed I'll be forced to scatter for them, because they can't fly up to the dish. And really, why not become land birds? They have no predators. There are no snakes waiting to eat them if they stay on the ground. Why should they fly?I'm concerned about Hunker's socialization. The rest of the upper echelon (no pun intended - oh fine, yes there was) - sit so close to each other that you couldn't slide a thistle stick between them. Hunker sits on the bottom, alone. Sometimes looking up. Hopefully dodging the finch shit that tumbles down. I may bring her out into the world with me. She could be a couch finch, and sit and watch TV with me. Or sit on my shoulder while I diddle on the computer - a pirate finch.There is hope. It just requires some modifications to preconceived notions. I hate those. They're like the frozen food of ideas. Hunker represents opportunity.