|my milkshake brings all the birds to the yard
||[Aug. 30th, 2006|02:30 pm]
|||||Sharp Dressed Man||]|
So I'm supposed to be writing in this thing more often. Problem is, my life's boring. So here's a post all about. . . my baby!
Now, I know there are many of you out there going, "WTF? I didn't know she was a mom!" and several more of you going, "I know for a fact she's not a mom, unless she's been hiding the baby in her attic." Well calm down, my baby isn't human, and the one that was died of attic poisoning and bats eating it years ago.
I have a bird! A rather obnoxious, attention-whoring, talkative one. His name is Scarlet, and he's a Scarlet, Ring-necked Lory. I say this because he looks both like a Scarlet Lory, and a Ring-Necked Lory. I don't know which he is. . . . but it hardly matters. Lories cross-breed all the time.
I got him last year, as a Christmas present in my mother's attempt to maintain my self-respect after my boyfriend dumped me like a used condom. Thankfully, it did the trick. I wasn't in a good place, and though I might seem like a bitter, angry, spiteful woman, I'm a bitter, angry, spiteful woman who's had animals her whole life. It was killing me to be away from my dogs, birds, and summer barn jobs for so many years. Scarlet brought that little extra something back to my life.
Scarlet is going on nine years old, he couldn't be healthier, and he's just about the friendliest bird I've ever encountered. He lacks discipline. . . I've been studying up on it and consulting with bird breeders and trainers for a few months now to get him educated on a few things, but all-in-all, he's a sweetheart who just wants attention ALL THE TIME. That's the 'lacking discipline' part. He talks all day, asks to come out and tempts you by kissing you. . . and once he's out of his cage, he doesn't want to go back in. But he's gotten better at that. . . he's slowly but surely learning the 'step up', 'step down' commands, and he's all but stopped eating my earrings. It probably helped that I got less dangly earrings. . . .
It's just wonderful to come home, walk into my room, and literally KNOW someone is going to be waiting there to say 'Hi' (hello sometimes. . . but he prefers 'hi', it's easier to say). So this particular post is devoted to Scarlet. . . who's chattering at me right now to come out.
Thank you, baby.