A brief musical interlude with Miss Bo and I... (original music courtesy of Richard Rodgers, original lyrics, not the ones below, courtesy of Lorentz Hart). Please play the audio clip, it jollies up this post no end...
Villa Beau Bo/Palais du Bo/Casa Bo/Peep PalaceA home by any other name
Have you met Miss Bo?Have you met Miss Bo? Someone said as we shook hands,
She was just Miss Bo to me.
And then I said, Miss Bo, I'm a girl who understands,
You're a fowl who must be free.
And all at once, she peeped, and all at once she meeped,
And all at once I felt I knew Miss Bo intimately.
And now I've met Miss Bo, and we'll keep on meeting till she flies,
Miss Bo and I.
Have you met Miss Bo? Someone said as we shared worms.
By then Miss Bo and I were family.
And then I said, Miss Bo, you're a girl without concerns,
you know one day you'll be free.
All at once Miss Bo pecked my hand, and all at once Miss Bo took the stand,
And all at once I realised Miss Bo owned me.
And now we know how things between us stand,
Miss Bo and I.
She was just Miss Bo to me.
And then I said, Miss Bo, I'm a girl who understands,
You're a fowl who must be free.
And all at once, she peeped, and all at once she meeped,
And all at once I felt I knew Miss Bo intimately.
And now I've met Miss Bo, and we'll keep on meeting till she flies,
Miss Bo and I.
Have you met Miss Bo? Someone said as we shared worms.
By then Miss Bo and I were family.
And then I said, Miss Bo, you're a girl without concerns,
you know one day you'll be free.
All at once Miss Bo pecked my hand, and all at once Miss Bo took the stand,
And all at once I realised Miss Bo owned me.
And now we know how things between us stand,
Miss Bo and I.
"What," asked Granny Were, nudging me with her beak in a way best described as indelicate, "are you feeding this chick? Huh?"
"Mixed grains, seed, crushed peanuts and the odd crushed and shelled snail," I replied, quivering under her beady gaze.
"What? No worms, no bugs, no beetles, no grubs?"
I shook my head and chewed my lip.
"Shame on you!" squawked Granny, clipping me roundly about the ear. "Get yourself out there and start looking for bugs and beetles this minute!"
Since that conversation, D and I have spent and inordinate amount of time grubbing in the compost heap, cultivating mealworms and darkling beetles, and hunting down slugs. And Miss Bo has proved to be a right piggy. As soon as she sees one of us appear with the jar, she's over like a shot and the poor unoffensive beetle is wolfed down before you can say mopani worm! You'll get the idea from the pictures below...
Grubbing in the compost
Ooh bugs!
Wait, Bo, I'll give them to you.
Don't worry, I'll take them right out of the jar! Darkling beetles, yum-yum!
A bird on the shoulder is worth two in the, er...
An evening cuddle, Miss Bo and I.
33 comments:
miss bo does seem like a good snuggle bug!! and that she is good to have to take care of the bugs!
Sweeeet! You are so spoilt Miss Bo!
AV I don't mean to alarm you but you seem to have grown one of those bubbles that Cedric Diggory used during the Triwizard Tournament. And we all know how that turned out - he ended up in Forks with the whiniest heroine in history for all eternity!
Miss Bo definitely is growing. The bond between the two of you is just wonderful.
PS, I think you should let her root in the compost heap with you. Teach her how to find food. I did that with my little baby birds.
Neat! Great choice of music, I agree it did 'jolly' things up!
sweet! How is Miss Bo doing, size-wise, with all the live-in help in the grubbing department?
(interesting link, btw. Didn't know that about Miss Jones' influence on Coltrane. thankee, av.)
I meant size-wise, compared to the other members of her family, obviously. I can see how she fares compared to her adoptive parents :-)
Miss Bo is a cutie, alright. Good for you, AV, for foraging mealworms and beetles for her. She'll be big enough to fend for herself before long. :)
I have compost heap envy.....ours is, er, overgrown.
Huge thanks for your comment on mine - so glad we're not the only people with pyrophiliac (??) dogs....
Pliyybu here - ...Blogger verification oracle not so good today.
jx
Looka you doting parents! Who'd have thunk it! I think Miss Bo and you are shortly going to be inseparable. Hand reared birdies can be pretty clingy! She is so, so cute. Very satisfying raising a chickling and she looks very appreciative. (erm sorry not so keen on the jazz)
Wait till she is a teenager, then I can imagine what the poem will be like!
Brilliant :) Nice work you guys!
Gx
Fantastic!
We should have an *I LOVE Miss Bo* fan club :D
Isn't it wonderful that one small fowl can cause your heart to grow so much?
Spoilt guinea fowl - look at the way she bangs her head in the jar! Now singing the song ~ eventhough it's only 4.30am
so Miss Bo is indeed bottle fed :)
thats so great - she will stay semi tame i hope and keep visiting you forever! she looks big already and obviously thriving :-) well done!
hey you fuzzed your face out!!
Miss Bo likes her snuggles, but only in the evenings, Kimy, in the mornings she wants to be up an' at 'em - whoever they are, poor unsuspecting bugs, I think :-)
Yep, Miss Bo is indeed spoilt, Janey!
As for the bubble face, well, look, in my case maybe I'll end up in Forks with a hot, "good" vampire... Mmmm...
Miss Bo is growing, Middle Ditch, just very slowly - and she has a cat litter tray in her house which we fill with fresh compost so she can scratch around - it's fundamental to who and what guinea fowl are, so she has to have it - all things laid on! ;-)
It was quite a catchy little tune, wasn't it, Megan.
RLB, Bo is still very undersized for her age. Unfortunately we can't compare her with her siblings as they seem to have "disappeared". We've not seen them for two weeks and I fear the worst. That said, she is still much smaller than they were when we did last see them. We worry that she may have a digestive problem - she seems to pooh an awful lot, but that said, she is growing. So we'll just have to wait and see, I guess.
Hopefully she will be, JD, this grubbing about in the compost does a girl's nails no good at all! ;-)
Well, if it's any consolation, ExmoorJane, my other compost heap is totally dead!
As for dogs... it's those long feathery tails that cause all the problems and a certain dippiness that comes with age!
I'm not too worried about Bo becoming clingy, Baino, her urge to be free is too great and that instinct will, I think, always win out - I certainly hope so - she needs to be wild and free, just as soon as she's big enough to not be caught by the sparrowhawk or the local bastard cats.
Ah, the teenage years... Well, Gaye, I'm kinda hoping she'll have "fled the nest" by them! ;-)
LOL, an I Love Miss Bo fan club sounds like a fine idea, Miladysa! :-)
I think that's true of pretty much all animals, especially the little and baby ones, Gail :-)
Greedy guinea fowl is what she is, Laquet! Can't wait, let me at those bugs, she peeps!
I'm glad I'm now not the only one with that song stuck in my head! ;-)
Oh LOL, very good, Rambler! ;-)
Fuzzed my face out? Did I? Gosh... ;-) Sorry Val, call me mildly paranoid about the great interwebby thing... :-)
Actually, I hope Bo doesn't stay semi tame, I really want her to be a free bird and I suspect this will happen. A zoologist friend hand reared two chicks from eggs and at a certain point the desire to be free just overcame them and they left. He never saw them again.
that is one sweet entity. And I did laugh at your fuzzed out face; but on the other hand I do somewhat share your paranoia about the interweb. Lot of seriously strange people out there, and I don't just mean me.
Oh, this is just too cute. Amy wants Miss Bo!
CJ xx
I would like a little bo of my own! i loved listening to the music with your sweet poetry, an ode to bo...
so cute.xx lori
She's so sweeeeet. And she's not going to want to go anywhere when she gets her evening snuggles and her bugs in a jar:-)
Having said that - she's getting much bigger and if she's still Ms Feisty, she's still got a good chance of going it alone.
Love the lyrics with the music:-)
Sweet Miss Bo... I love her!
:-) :-) :-)
xoxoxo
Miss Bo,
and you,
a few worms thrown in,
a bug or two,
a snuggle too! :-)
How sweet!
bug hunting. you are truly devoted ion-loco-parents
LG is mid-music so i will have to come back and listen later, but have enjoyed the lyrics
:-)
[you did get my email in the end, didn't you? just checking... easy to get paranoid! :-) ]
You are a proud Mama, that's for sure. I am too, with Ruby. I love it! Babies later... puppies (and birds!) now.
"We worry that she may have a digestive problem - she seems to pooh an awful lot"
It could be that Miss Bo suffers from gluten intolerance and needs to go on a grain-free diet?
No wonder she was so pleased to see the high protein bugs!
all the comments. I would love to reply to each one but have injured my right lat and deltoid muscles and have my right arm in a sling. Typing with my left hand just doesn't work to well. Still I guess this is what digging for bugs in the compost heap for Ms Bo will do!
There'll be no blogging for a few days, I'm afraid while the muscles rest and recover. Please bear with me.
oops, that was supposed to start off by saying, thank you for all the comments...!!!
Yep.
Much jollity!
Thanks Vanilli on a coldicyfreezyUKmorning...
sorry, my fingers are stuck together...
Oh, chicks are so sweet! I wish my chickens were still so small. Now they won't let me near them...figures!
Say G'day to Miss Bo from me!
Caution Caffeine in Mulch from Coffee Grounds A link for you and Miss Bo! Hi AV! Just a thought you may want to read about mulch pile bugs and caffeine, I know you think I make this stuff up!!
My pleasure, Jan!
Cute when they're small, Deana, perhaps a little less so when they're bigger! ;-)
I will do, David!
Thanks for that tip, Fly! Fortunately we don't put coffee grounds in our compost, it's all garden refuse, but it does make me wonder what else might be in there...
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