Inevitably, given the way the BirdFather saws logs at night, it was bound to happen--the AGP has learned to "snore".

Bath time

I was in the kitchen making my second cuppa when I heard the AGP making an awful racket in her cage--the rattling kind, not the squawking kind of noise. So I eased around the corner to see what was up, and lo and behold she was trying to take a bath in her water dish again.

So I freshened up the pond and showed it to her. No go. I went and got her mister to help her get wet, and she loved it. Usually she runs from it. I guess she just wants to pick and choose when she bathes! She spread her wing and lowered her head and shivered with delight.

So I tried it on Larry. He was having none of it.

The AGP is sitting in her open (cage) doorway, being sociable, and not incidentally trying to grab the dog's tail every time it goes by.

Just Another Day In Parrotdise

In which Larry Bird switches to Harrison's

We've had Larry since May 21^st, 2004, which makes him about 5½ years old. About two years ago, when we first got Riley, the vet said we should switch her to Harrison's. We thought we should switch Larry, too, so we bought them each a bag.

Riley took to it immediately: She ate the first bowl we gave her and never looked back. Larry, however, was having nothing to do with that.

For some reason, on a whim, I decided to try again last week, and lo and behold the boy is eating his Harrison's!

I noticed this weekend that Riley was sitting on the perch nearest her new toy, a rope-net-like thing with lots of wood shapes on it for chewing and climbing. I thought, well good, she's playing with that.

Then when I went to clean her cage, I found piles of wood chips on the bottom: What she was doing was not playing with that toy, but methodically chipping every inch of bark off the perch!

Step up

The AGP was clambering around on her cage this afternoon, when she seemed to be leaning off the gate in the general direction of my chair, like she wanted to come over. She disdains me, so what's up with that?

Nevertheless, I stick my hand out and say, "Step up," and damned if she doesn't! She hung around for a bit and let me stroke her back, and then The Birdfather came home and she lost interest.

But still.

Happy Hatch Day!