Thursday, May 07, 2009

Kewt lil' squueeeaks

I'm sitting at a red light this morning and I hear the darling squeaks of a little black bird. Where is he? Waayyy up, hanging his cute little head out of a hole in the post, just a squeeeeakin' away. They're so beautiful, with shiny black iridescent feathers and bright yellow eyes. Then mommy comes flying back, swoops down and hovers a bit for daddy to ZOOOM outta the hole so she can flit right in to feed the babies. I love watching birds taking care of their young, especially when the males and females take turns in feeding and protecting the teeny squeakers. Aahh...spring.

Then we have my guys at home. Everybody's so broody... They're also molting so there are constant feathers flying. *sigh* Pickles continues to feed his rope toy with copious amounts of birdy barf, while Punkin' works away at the bottom of the cage shredding little strips of newspaper. Such a cute lovebird habit. It's interesting that Punkin' does only part of the 'nesting' job. He doesn't tuck the strips in his rump feathers and fly them up to build the 'nest' in another part of the cage. No, that's a female's job. He's only got the 'helping' part down. Hehehe... Toby parrotlet is also a little grumpy and broody, with pin feathers sticking all out of his teeny head. Not to mention all the humping that's going on. Punkin' is the only one who doesn't partake in a little masturbatory pleasure...that I've seen, anyway. Pickles is very obvious as he sways back and forth on his boingy rope like a little rodeo rider. Toby just sits on his rope perch, rubbing his little bottom back and forth making a very tiny and quiet 'sqeee-squee' noise. Isn't that nice? Yes, I'm entertained by my birds masterbating. Who knew?

So I'm working on two more tiny fish paintings. I finished the first one, which turned out okay. It was a practice piece, one that I painted over an old canvas. These next two are very small, about 3" x 3". I'm going to do three altogether, I'm just not sure what the third fish is gonna be just yet. I want them to go quick, but it's so hard to sit down and do it each night. Especially now that I'm back on full time hours for the month. I've been trying to do a little each night. I hope to be done with these two by early next week so I can finally take a picture of them and post them. I also want to take them over to the fish store guys and see if they'll sell 'em for me. It's a start. I just wish I could enjoy it. DAMN this anxiety!

At least it's Thursday already. At this time next week the convention will be overwith. I'm trying to look forward to it though. At least it's in a different city. Which reminds me, I need to check what the weather's like in Chicago about now.

Later!

1 comment:

Birdbrain said...

What is it with birds and barfing on rope? I had to throw out Jimmy's rope perch this morning because he chewed through it enough to create a hazard, and it REEKED of birdie barf! I love the little guy, but YUCK! (But I don't let him know that I think it's yucky. I just kind of ignore him. I don't want him to feel bad or rejected, but I don't want to encourage it, either.)