So the general consensus among bird people is that the volume of multiple birds increases exponentially— two birds together are more than twice as loud as one, three is more than three times as loud, etc.— but this new bird is so quiet that my other one is much more quiet than usual. Awkward. It might change but he’s stopped making contact calls for me and everything. They’re so cute.
I woke up early ‘cause the new bird’s sounds are unfamiliar so I wake up when he makes them. Hehehe. Still no name. I spent the morning going to someone’s house to check out their bird cage for sale but since it was rusted through on the bottom I didn’t buy it and just bought a brand new one then took forever putting it together. He likes it though and he likes Mugsy and he likes me, he already ruffles his feathers for me. Adorbs.
Now I’m tired, so tired….
Food is pretty much the best thing in my life and I kinda wish it wasn’t.
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I like aminals and all but I’d rather eat a whole pizza than walk the dogs or clean litter boxes or any of that other essential stuff….
Oh yeah I have another bird, they’re sleeping now. I don’t know what to name them. I don’t know their sex… I default to male. I know….
He’s old. Really old. Old as balls. I’m actually not sure how old, but he was wild caught. He lived in the wild rainforest of South America, man, the poor kid is in a travel cage in my birdroom now. Legal wild importation stopped in 1992, so he was taken from the wild in or before that year, and could’ve been any age when caught. When I have a chance to read his band better I may be able to find out what year he was imported. Capital-Maybe. I know he was quarantined in California and that might be all I can know.
He’s skinny, wayyyy skinny. Kinda strange that he’s not fat because all he eats is junk food. It’s going to be so fun to break him of that habit. He just needs a better diet and more opportunity to exercise and build his muscles back up. Even though his wings aren’t clipped he doesn’t have the strength to fly. It’s so sad.
He’s sweet. He hasn’t bitten or anything. He liked me right away and flirts with me and tries to barf for me, aww.
He was in a really sad situation and part of the reason I took him was pity. His cage was perhaps fit for a cockatiel but not him (it wasn’t the one in the picture). I didn’t take it. He had no toys and only one sandpaper covered perch (bad, bad). He’d shred any newspaper they put on his cage top and you probably would too if you had nothing else to do all day.
I’m excited to get him a nice roomy cage and try out new foods and acclimate him to our way of life. Mugs was really interested in him and they screeched back and forth a little bit. I hope they love each other someday so they’re not lonely any more. This one lived with a large wild flock once upon a time. One Mugsy can hardly live up to that, but we’re trying to improve his life.
Number I don't have saved to my phone: Hey
Me: Hi.. Who is this? Sorry if I should know.
Number: Matt. Who is this?
(I took the dogs out and didn't reply right away)
Number/Matt: Oh, sorry. I remember who you are now. My bad.
Me: Still tryna cheat huh? Keep it classy.
Matt: Uh huh.
Matt: Think what you want.
Me in my head but never sent: I think you're scum and a coward weeee
Matt's the guy I talked to for a while before he told me he was married and his wife wouldn't know so I severed ties. Srsly man I'm not okay with screwing over other women so stop it. Why do you still have my number.
This basically sums up one of the biggest problems with the United States’ schooling system
Me, dude. I’m fucking awesome at tests and terrible at life
Meeting this little dude in about 3 hours and possibly bringing him home.
I’ve been off and on searching for a friend for Mugs (parrots don’t belong alone) and this should be a good one— 30ish years old, probably wild caught (open banded), good with other birds, good with women, and in need of a new home. Here’s hoping. :)
Last night the dogs stampeded into the kitchen (after hearing Mèki open a drawer) and they bumped the little kitchen island thing I keep produce on, knocking something off. Just as I was getting up to check on everything, Finny shows up in the doorway with a yam hanging long-ways out of his mouth. It was so hilarious and adorable and I laughed heartily. He’s the cutest goofball.
Ivan basically shaped my taste in men and I can’t find anything like him I swear it. He loved me a lot and he massaged my feet when I didn’t ask and it’s not his doing but his penis was perfectly sized and uncut and even that’s hard enough to find not to mention the loving me part and being a sweet and awesome person and now he’s marrying someone else and I still only want him and it’s so stupid, we haven’t even communicated in a year and a half or been together for like 3 years. Ugh ugh ugh
