I've been singing
this Laurie Berkner kids song to Moon-Moon:
Moon moon moon, shining bright
Moon moon moon, my nightlight
Moon moon moon, I can see
Moon moon moon, you're taking care of me
Look up, it's the moon
Look up, it's the moon
Look up it's the moon up in the sky
He's big and round and I have found
That he looks just like a lemon pie!
I just remembered a cute story. While I was syringe
feeding Rio every two hours and Rio and Moon were in
our basement infirmary, I would pick up Rio and set
him outside the door and close the door on Moon-Moon
(so he wouldn't interfere). Moon's food dish was
just inside the door, so every time I fed Rio, Moon
would be on the other side of the door eating his
food too. They always ate together.
The funny thing is, sometimes Moon would start
chatting, "Ud-da-da-da-da-da," on the other
side of the door and I could hear that he had food
in his mouth while he did it and I would laugh and
say, "Moon! Quit talking with your mouthful!"
I went out to sneak him a handful of lettuce this
morning and he ate from my hand. Then I held out a
handful of Mazuri food and he ate that too. I barely
touched his neck feathers with my fingers. So
He's still trying to get near Romeo and he gets
pretty close when he approaches him on his blind
side, but then Romeo sees him and starts walking
away again. Still, he's getting closer to him each
day. He just looks so lonely. It breaks my heart,
but I can't let him see that. I need to be calm and
reassuring for his sake, not a crying mess. I save
that for when I'm out of sight and earshot. I need
to protect him from my breakdowns. He needs to see
that there is hope and a future for him here. I try
to talk about the lady friend we're going to find
for him. It takes my spirit to a different place
when I talk about it and he seems to respond--he
sort of lightens when I lighten.
I received a message from Abby (our website creator)
this morning. I had done a Flat Stanley project for
her daughter for school. She mentioned the photo I
had sent along with the project of her daughter's
paper doll--a photo of the geese looking at it. And
it suddenly dawned on me that the geese in the photo
were the Duranies! I had to put the paper doll down
on Moon's side because he was the gentler one. If I
set it down near Rio he probably would have eaten
it! I had to set the paper doll down, wait for Moon
to get close, take the photo and then grab it up
again before Rio got too close and ripped it apart.
That was a good memory...
Moon checks out the paper doll...
And then Rio (front) rushes in from the side!
Quick! Save the doll!