Tiny squee wif fangs!!!
Good morning.
Another thunder clap at midnight, but I was able to go back to sleep. It’s nice and wet outside. Nothing but the sound of the dripping eaves.
The laundry has been sorted (I first wrote “sordid” and wonder if that was Freudian) and I need to have the infamous breathing treatment.
It was very nice out yesterday afternoon, and I had the door open for a while. Bird 1 and Bird 2 look to be a male and a neuter. It could be a female, but they came from a breeder who was not selective, and this one (green) has a beak that is too long and has been trimmed the wrong way by someone who had no idea what he was doing. I’ll call today to the vet up the street.
This little green one looks to be the “runt” of the litter. The blue one, (Bird 1) is definitely male.
They are settling in, without too much in the way of molting. They still get a little flighty when I go to cover them (never in the last five years have they been covered) but I try to do it slowly to cut down on the fright factor.
I found some flannel on eBay, (free S&H) for $13 that will be perfect for their cover. Payday.
Poor little things. GAH!!!
Top of the week to everyone.
That just seems like a better greeting than some reminder of the actual day on the calendar.
On a work related note, I can’t find Mutt, Jeff, Lum, or Abner in our address book, but I am certain I am working with all of them.
“Ahhh, my evil plan has come to fruition (or ‘fruitition’ if you wanna quote Bon Jovi), and soon I will be Emperor of the Universe and anything else that really matters, bwahahahaha!”