Wet bird

How does that saying go.. angrier than a wet hen? She wasn't angry, but I'm not sure she liked her spray shower initially so I didn't push it. She was okay sitting by the window and preening later on though.
She is finally getting used to the cameras I keep sticking in her face too, poor bird. I won't use the flash because I'm sure it's very uncomfortable for her eyes. She definitely has moments when she does not want to be petted- an odd characteristic for me to get used to when I think about how snugly my cockatoo was. When V is uncovered in the mornings she is very social and chirpy, even pacing the floor of her cage to be let out. This is the time she really likes her head rubbed, although tonight she was quite affectionate and let me rub her head and chin for awhile before settling down for the night.

And what lies at the end

Hey kids today I learned the answer to one of life's mysteries. The answer to that question asked time and time again after a brilliant burst of sunshine peeks out between clouds heavy and dark with rain. "What lies at the end of the rainbow?" A construction crane.

Outa the 'burbs (at last)

As we're standing around watching these little dudes run around pecking at flies and bits of sawdust my vet says to me, "we call this redneck television".

Who's out there?

Ready to dumpster dive?

Since I have lots of pictures I want to upload I'm going to experiment doing it via Flickr to see what happens.
ready to dumpster dive?

What's your name?

If I were born to Sarah Pallin my name would be Beans Harpoon Pallin. Or so says the Pallin name generator.


I've got nothing to post this morning, however I will be taking a drive into the country later on today. Stay tuned for photos.