September 18, 2007
And now, just ‘cause I can, we have Sinny-babe climbing upside-down to get the last bit of millet that’s out of reach. Girl loves her millet, baby.
June 2, 2007
There is nothing like a bird randomly giving his chirpiest of chirps as he sits on your left shoulder, and you find your left ear ringing and deaf for the next few minutes.
Oh, Peepster. You don’t know your own strength.
May 16, 2007
Darn right I’m their sugar-mama.
May 9, 2007
Want to know the secret to melting a girl’s heart?
Be a bird.
Not a bird? Sorry, can’t help you there. You’ll just have to suffer.
April 30, 2007
(Posted a day early since it’s his birthday over at his timezone.)
April 24, 2007
This past weekend, I nearly lost my Sinny-babe. It happened so fast that there was no time for me to panic, but now that she’s safe and sound and happily munching on rice, I can engage in all the cardiac arrest I want.
She’s such an intelligent, booty-ful bird.