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More Snow??!?

December 20th, 2008 Comments off

So it’s snowing again. When we went to bed last night it had finally stopped. It’s supposed to be snowing all weekend and most of next week. We’ve got close to a foot on the ground already. The roads are horrible. And I thought our neighbor had gone out at first. Then I saw her side view mirrors sticking out. Her car’s so covered it blended right in with the ground. We’re not going anywhere so long as we can help it.

Kinda annoyed, though. The landlord’s supposed to take care of snow removal and we’ve not seen a plow yet.

The bar across the street is shoveling their parking lot. Shoveling. Now that they’re almost finished, the parking lot is covered again. Too funny.

That’s really all I had to say, I guess. Really out of it this morning. And Zedd’s going nuts. Driving me nuts.

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All Zedd All the Time!

December 13th, 2008 Comments off

IMG_9071I’m going to ask Master if we can change the site’s name to that! Okay not really but I’d love to have a site just about our birds. Maybe I’ll try to talk Him into it.

Anyway, back to Zedd.

This morning, Master sprayed Zedd for fleas. He’s been itching a lot and he screams at various parts of his body every now and then so it’s either latent pain from the attacks or bugs.

He was such a good boy so Master let him out for a little while. At some point, Zedd got nervous on one of our fingers (I don’t remember whose.) and flew behind a couple dining room chairs. He started crying for help so I moved one of the chairs out and hunkered down to his level with the hope that I’d appear less ominous. I held out my hand and said “Come here, Zedd.” He toddled over to me, tentatively at first, and then hopped on my fingers without a moment’s hesitation. Usually he makes us go to him and even then it’s a toss up of whether he’s going to fly away or just step up.

I tried to get him to climb on my shoulder, and he almost did, but at the last minute he got nervous and started to walk up the hand he was standing on. Just before that, though, he almost nuzzled my face with his. Then he realized what he was doing and backed off.

I moved his toys around in his cage at Master’s suggestion. I didn’t realize that most of them were in odd positions making it difficult for him to actually play with them. Just a little while ago, he was sitting on his stick perch and reaching up to grab ahold of his bell and ring it. I was so proud!

This bird is turning out to be one of the coolest things Master’s done for us. I hope he lives a good long time. I’m not sure how old he is and he’s been through a lot. Hopefully we’ll be able to help him through a complete recovery.

His feathers are slowly starting to come back in. He looks funny with all these quills sticking out all over the place where there used to be nothing. But he’s going to be so much handsomer once he has all his tail feathers back. I’m excited to see how he looks when he’s not so raggedy.

Master’s in love, now, though. He wants another cockatiel. I can’t wait. I’m sure Zedd will love having someone to preen the top of his head for him.

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December 11th, 2008 Comments off

Notice I have no tail feathers? Poor me.

I’m watching the snow come down from my chair at the dining room table. I always bitch about how much I hate snow and then when it actually comes down I smile.

Sometimes I find wisdom in the strangest places. A while back I mentioned that a lot of the girls out here are more interested in being on welfare than holding down jobs. I’m friends with a lot of them for various reasons, not the least of which being the fact that a lot of them, having had to cling to people to survive their situations, really know how to be a friend. People I’ve been friends with for years, supported through times of need, was a shoulder to cry on for have nothing on these girls.

And their advice is usually spot on.

I still haven’t called my mother. To be honest, I’m chicken shit. If the things my sister told me are true, I really have no idea how to support her. My father is a pussy. But if I said that to her, it would probably upset her more. But seriously! Who dissolves a 20+ years marriage in a friggin email? I love my dad but that’s just fucked up.

Zedd (that’s what Master named the new bird) is doing well. He likes to be hand fed and he makes me feed him my breakfast when I’m eating a bagel. We bought him new food with a wider variety of seeds. He loves it. Eats like he hasn’t eaten in a year. When he’s not making me feed him.

His favorite is sunflower seeds. He won’t eat the things that look like fruit loops. I don’t blame him. They smell like ass. And he yells at me if I stop feeding him.

He won’t let us touch him if he’s in the cage but when he comes out he’ll happily jump on our fingers.

I’m gonna take pictures today and put them up in our gallery. Poor raggedy bird.

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New Bird

December 3rd, 2008 Comments off

IMG_9114So the other day a friend of mine asked me to take in her birds. She wasn’t completely sure she wanted to give them away and we weren’t completely sure we wanted to add a couple more loud ass kids to our family. So we waited. Giving everyone ample time to decide what they wanted to do.

On Thanksgiving, in an attempt to hurt her, my friend’s brother tortured one of the birds to death and tortured the other bird but he managed to get away. Our decision was made for us.

We now have a huge bird cage and a raggedy cockatiel living in Master’s office.

The poor bird has no tail feathers and is missing half the feathers on his back and head. It looks like his tormentor pulled out a few of his wing feathers too.

Last night, we went to her house to pick up the bird and the cage. She and I took the front of the cage off and then I started the work of trying to catch the frightened bird. I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around him so I could get him into the box we were using to transport him without hurting him and we continued to dismantle the cage.

When we got home she and I put the cage together and Master opened the box to take a look at the bird. He reached into the box and the bird hopped right up on his fingers. After all the trouble I had getting him into the box I was shocked. And then I took him from Master and held him a while.

Now he’s at home bonding with the parakeets. Their cages are right next to each other and Sunshine (the girl parakeet) has glued herself to the front of the cage trying to get over to him. He slept on the perch closest to the parakeet’s cage though we cover the parakeets at night. We don’t really have anything big enough to cover this new cage, though. Gonna have to work on that.

He hisses at Master anytime Master goes near the cage. I’m not really sure why. He doesn’t hiss at me. I think it has something to do with the fact that his tormentor was male and it might take him a little while to realize that Master’s not going to hurt him. But I’m no bird psychologist and it’s been proven that sometimes birds become attached to only one person in a household so who knows?

All I know for certain is I’ve always wanted a cockatiel, having babysat for kids who owned one when I was younger, and I hope against hope we can get this little guy back in good health both mentally and physically.

One good thing has come of this. Master has absolutely fallen in love with cockatiels thanks to this poor raggedy little guy. In less than twenty-four hours. So once we’ve gotten him comfortable with his new home and he’s recovered some He’s planning on buying more. I’m so excited!

If any of our readers have experience in nursing sick or abused birds back to health, we’d greatly appreciate it. I have no idea what I’m doing here… lol

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