Flock Dynamics

Apologies for being MIA! I’m both lazy and also have a new addition to the flock: meet Winifred (Winnie)! She’s a scotch collie puppy, and she came home with me just before Halloween. She is a lot but also so sweet. She and the birds mostly get along—occasionally Ichabod tries to come down and fight her when she’s scrounging for food under the pi’s cages, and then she is confused. But other than that they mostly ignore each other, which is ideal.

I take her in the actual shower, and she sits there confused and concerned and barely gets wet. I turn the vacuum on, and HELL YEA BATH TIME

Himb found the seebs!! Perhaps it’s unkind of me, but I was just waiting for him to topple it over. But he got down to inspect it more safely.

Gwen & Ichabod: 👀👀

Me: *gives birds their daily evening fruits & veggies, Ichabod’s on top of Gwen’s cage where he hangs out*

Their bed time is a little after 9, usually lkle 9:20. That’s when the light that’s on a timer for them goes off. But this boy has been putting himself to bed at like 8:30 every night. And if I don’t lock him in and cover them, he comes back out and yells.

Birds, up ‘til now: *chilling, relaxing, afternoon nap time*

Ichabod, now: *chirruping gently*

Me: what nice gentle noises

Me: wait

Me: those are Ichabod’s “Exploring” noises. Is he on the floor?

Me: well he’s not in/on the cages. Where did he go? Over here?

Bird cages: *Empty*

Me: “Birds?”

*no response*

Me, a little louder: “Birds??”

*no response*

The closet shelves where sometimes they hide: *also empty*

Me, starting to get concerned: “Birds???”

Birds:

These idiots have two gigantic fucking cages, and keep putting themselves to bed like this.

NOW I know you might be thinking: aww how sweet! And if these idiots actually LIKED each other, I would agree, and I would let them sleep that way.

These idiots, however, do NOT like each other. This is about as close as they’ll get—the only time I’ve seen them closer is if there’s a piece of millet they need to share, then they will DEIGN to be slightly closer, as long as they can completely ignore each other. Otherwise, any closer and it’s a (literal) hissy fit. They routinely chase each other out of areas.