Day 2: Something you feel strongly about: Bird Swearing
Whew. Okay, this is a tough one, because I feel strongly about lots of things. Too many things, really. My first thought was to go into the anti-Apple issues I have, as mentioned yesterday in Day 1. But really, who cares? I also have many political buggedy-boos, but that water is teeming with these: (Okay, one thing: We seem to have lost the entire POINT of the government, which is to do the things that private citizens cannot accomplish alone. This is a purely non partisan, historically factual statement. There, that’s all. Zipping it now.) I ran through a number of other issues, and kept coming to this one: Bird swearing. Likely it’s not something you’ve given much thought to. It drives me BATS. If you to to youtube and search for...
Pratchett bites off more than he can chew…
I finally got around to moving the boy’s perch into the kitchen- it hadn’t been any kind of priority because they haven’t shown any interest in it whatsoever, but I spent a bunch of money on this thing and I’m determined to get them interested. Well, Pratch got interested, alright- but not in the big contraption: He just likes getting up high, and standing on top of the hanger was pretty cool…until he started worrying about how he was going to get down: He did finally manage it. And, although these were taken about a month and a half ago and he’s had plenty of time to explore the exciting options the perch offers him (everything moves! jingles! twirlly fun!) he still prefers the stupid hanger. He seems just like a kid who...
The annual visit to the devil.
Well, that’s the birds’ interpretation, anyway. The yearly vet visit is a little different for the birds than the dogs. Puppies get leashed, widdle a little on the doc’s floor and get over it. They know there’s a treat at the end and the bonus of a car ride, so they go along with the program without much fuss. Birds? Oh boy. Typically Jack’s the troublemaker, but he went without much of a production. Pratchett led me on a not-so-merry, squawking, growling, 20 minute long miserable chase around the kitchen. You would have thought I was trying to kill him. Never heard a CAG growl? Oh, how you’ve been missing out… I think Linda Blair took acting lessons from these birds, and Pratch did it for several hours straight. Check...
Parrots arrive at their summer home
Last year it was only Pratchett in the kitchen and he felt his life was good. To Pratch’s dismay, I brought Jack in this year, too, and set up their various toys in the gap. Yesterday was the first day they really got to explore, and they were both so excited they forgot about each other and just played. I thought it was progress… (cue ominous music) Pratch was happily ringing every bell in the place when he remembered the ones on the far side of Jack’s cage. He used the net to navigate over, and Jack spotted him like a shadow passing over the sun. At the last moment, the boy sensed something was wrong… But it was too late… Jack attack! All Jack really got was a beak full of red tail feathers. Pratch was fine…well, everything...
Pratchett does not deal well with frustration…
He really wants those little balls OUT of the rattle but can’t manage to break it open. For those of you who aren’t crazy parrot people, I’ll mention that the fluffing up at the end is something birds do when they’re aggravated. Share...
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