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Parakeet Love

She was so cute and alone in the big parakeet cage at PetsMart.  Bright white, little blue spots under her wings.  A sad, bedraggled, please-love-me aspect.  My younger sister was with me and campaigned vigorously for the tiny thing’s rescue.  Luckily for them both, I had been hoping to bring home a friend for Moxie, my pied parakeet.  And the lovely black deluxe cage was on sale, too.  Damn.

BIjou: Jewel

Bijou: Jewel

Bijou was a skittish little thing.  She and Moxie timidly conversed from across my bedroom during her quarantine.  After about a week, I decided to introduce them.

Moxie was beside himself!  (Yes, I discovered that my earlier suspicions were born out: Moxie was male.)  It was love at first sight, quite literally.  Cooing and clucking and nuzzling and all made of PDA that made my sister exclaim with surprise and laughter.  I chuckled and realized I had graduated from being a parakeet owner to being a parakeet breeder.  Damn.

They spent about 72 hours courting before I let them move in together for good.  They settled into a darling routine of preening, playing, pecking, peeking, and—I’ve run out of p words to describe this parakeet love.  They are cute enough together that they could probably invent another twelve words to describe the nuance of their interactions.

So far, my one complaint: their midnight, 2 a.m., and 4 a.m. games of tag.  Perhaps Moxie is being a bit forward after lights out; perhaps birds simply get bored after two hours of sleep and have to spend some energy.  In any case, I am back to wearing earplugs.  Damn.

Today I looked up how to build nesting boxes.  “Damn.”

2011: The Year of Aquaria

Well, my lovely readers—I flatter myself that you noticed my absence during the lovely holiday months…and the busyness of the “new year” season, which seems to extend from mid-November to mid-March, when it finishes just in time for “finals” and the hurry into summer mid-May.

With sorrow I announce that Psycho and his best mate Sophie are no more.  They succumbed to a terribly frightful disease, the loathsome parasite ich. After an appropriate period of mourning (and practically boiling the water in my tank to purge it of the parasitic pests), I found myself once again meandering down the glorious wall of aquariums at PetsMart.

So, now, I give you:

—-well, now isn’t this frustrating?  I went to upload a video of my new pets, and behold! ’tis impossible without the almighty Video Upgrade! (which costs, apparently, a mere $59 per year per blog).  Hmm…well, I blog on WordPress because it’s free.

While I sort this out within myself and between WordPress and my wallet, I’ll simply give you their lovely names:

Madge

Watson

Josephine

Algernon

Ophelia

Markle

Monsieur Hulot

Emma

 

You’ll have to dream of them until such time as I may enlighten your eyes…

NaNoWriMo Profile

Location: Southeast United States

Home Region:
United States :: Georgia :: Atlanta

Age:21

Favorite novels: The Gunseller (Hugh Laurie), House of Mirth (Edith Wharton), and Northanger Abbey (Jane Austen) to start.

Favorite writers: Roger Ebert, Jane Austen, my brother, and myself.

Favorite music: Chet Baker, Turtle Island Quartet, Red Garland

Non-noveling interests: critiquing films, baking brownies, playing the piano and singing (with the windows open)

Joined: October 31, 2008

This Year: Official Participant

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After a long sojourn in the academic system, Reisytal has finally decided that she has learned all she would like to learn for the time being and plans to graduate with a Bachelor of Arts in English (Writing and Publications) next spring. Between now and then, she looks forward to actually watching more than one Netflix rental a month (even though a foreign or classic film can actually be worth the whole $8.99 sometimes), earning some spending money working in “detailed retail”, and lingering in the sanctuary of a house of prayer. She may even decide to write an undergraduate thesis for the pomp of it.

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