Nov 30, 2016
I think Rembrandt just wanked on my shoulder.
He’s now serenading me with joyous cluckings.
He won’t step up so I can see if there’s a wet spot on my shirt.
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I think Rembrandt just wanked on my shoulder.
He’s now serenading me with joyous cluckings.
He won’t step up so I can see if there’s a wet spot on my shirt.
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I just told Rembrandt it was nice to have him sitting on me.
He pooped on my shirt.
Then he gave me heart wings.
CAGE IS ASSEMBLED AND BIRD IS IN IT
Pictures tomorrow, or as soon as I have some daylight I can use.
My consolation after all this effort is that bird did not give me shit about going into the new cage. He is exploring it now and has found the millet spray, huzzah.
Send chocolate and dancing boys
I’m putting together a new cage for Rembrandt. Whoever thought it would be easier to snap together pieces of plastic rather than use a screwdriver: YOU WERE WRONG. My fingers hurt and I’m losing patience with myself. I just keep telling myself how much harder it would be if my ex were here trying to do this, because he would’ve lost patience with it half an hour ago and turned to alcohol for comfort.
that feeling when your bird poops on you and acts indignant when you clean it up
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Bird world problems: I kissed Spencer's beak, then couldn't figure out why, several minutes later, my lip was burning. Then I remembered that he'd been eating food with hot pepper flakes mixed into it.
One of the hens laid an egg this morning!
I don't know whether it was Seymour or Sushi, but it was on the bottom of the cage, unbroken. Seymour is partnered with Sandro, but Sushi has been doing her "hey baby" song and dance, so it's a toss-up.
Bird world problems
So this week, I am taking some vacation days and housesitting for my ex while he and his sweetie are in South Carolina. I brought along Rembrandt in his own cage, and he is enjoying the company of two budgies and three cockatiels, one of whom is his former cage mate Sandro.
Sandro has not had any regular contact with Rembrandt about a year and a half, but he obviously remembers his former mentor and is delighted to see him. Sandro and the other resident birds are free range, and he is spending a lot of time just sitting quietly on Rembrandt's cage.
Earlier today, however, I went upstairs to have a nap in the bedroom, where there is air conditioning. I woke some hours later to the sound of cockatiel calls that were *way* too close. I opened the bedroom door and found Sandro flying around, yelling. Apparently it was NOT acceptable for me to disappear, and he had FLOWN UPSTAIRS to look for me.
I went back downstairs and found chaos. Seymour, one of the other tiels, a hen who has some kind of wing damage and can't fly properly, was sitting on a chair across the room from the cage; from the number of poops under her, she'd been there a while. A bunch of ornamental dried peppers hung up in the kitchen had fallen into the sink, probably due to someone perching on it and then launching. Henry the cat came to assure me that none of this was his fault.
I scooped up Seymour and carried her upstairs in the hope that her presence would lure Sandro away. He did land on my head, but lost his nerve as soon as I left the room. I went back downstairs for some restorative ice cream, then tried again with Rembrandt. Once again Sandro landed on my head but declined to leave the room with me.
Sandro is obviously still emotionally connected with me and Spanky, but he is NOT tame. He won't step up, and he keeps perching on the frames of various pictures around the back room. I'm a bit worried just because it's so hot in that room right now. Silly birb, if he can get himself UP there, he can get himself DOWN, right? But I worry.