Sigh... Here we go again.
23 August 2016
24 October 2015
08 July 2015
Smeyes, Polli, smeyes!
Seriously dude, could you look more homeless while I am away in Argentina?
Still love you though.
Still love you though.
23 September 2013
28 April 2013
06 April 2013
24 October 2012
02 September 2012
Hatchdate! Parrolito is 2 years old today
The "cake"
Birthday breakfast
Birthday present: a "new" blackberry to destroy!
30 July 2012
Parrolito Art Critic
We flew in an au-pair from Argentina to take care of Parrolito while we spend the month in the US. Attempts at producing a portrait have once again failed miserably.
29 May 2012
19 May 2012
Amortization of Parrotlet: Real costs scenario
-$100
Parrotlet, on sale. "Sweet" parrotlet going cheap, probably because he was as tamed as a winged bitey crocodile.
+$10
Reliable alarm function. Gets activated at 7.15am regardless of settings. Has no off button.
+$10
Egg-timer for nap, see above.
+$15
Potted plant fertilizer.
+$7
Specialty groceries. Potted plant fertilizing has inadvertently started a crop of indoor potted millet. Will update on progress.
= bites
Parrotlet, on sale. "Sweet" parrotlet going cheap, probably because he was as tamed as a winged bitey crocodile.
+$10
Reliable alarm function. Gets activated at 7.15am regardless of settings. Has no off button.
+$10
Egg-timer for nap, see above.
+$15
Potted plant fertilizer.
+$7
Specialty groceries. Potted plant fertilizing has inadvertently started a crop of indoor potted millet. Will update on progress.
= bites
23 March 2012
Things that unhinge the delicate parrotlet mind II: Food edition
Edamame: ran to the top perch, making "predator" alarm tweets for 2 minutes
Raspberry: did not approach food dish for 24 hours after the first recon mission identified a raspberry behind the piece of broccoli
The hand that feeds
Update
dry figs: elixir of the Gods
fresh figs: spawn of the devil
22 March 2012
21 March 2012
Falcon Fest
Falcons are always so poised and in control, like some kind of super processor is managing the bird thing. At the falcon souq, falcons patiently watch us come and go from their fancy perches, monitoring our every move with military precision. It's like the falcon brain's only purpose is to assess the feasibility of something becoming prey. I did some Qbasic back in grade school, and this is the way I imagine falcons were programed by the Cylons:
Y = Attack!
IF moving object smaller than Falcon < N = Hypnotize
Go google some images of falcons, and know that this is so. Falcons don't look cute. Falcons don't derp. Falcons are the Sauron eye of winged things, blessed with a ratio of eye-to-brain size that makes little sense.
All this to say that the Qatar annual Falcon Festival took place this month somewhere in the desert. We were tanking around dunes when we saw the signs. How on EARTH did they manage to find the one and only falcon in the world that looks so, so... lacking in chromosomal coherence, so to speak?
Y = Attack!
IF moving object smaller than Falcon < N = Hypnotize
Go google some images of falcons, and know that this is so. Falcons don't look cute. Falcons don't derp. Falcons are the Sauron eye of winged things, blessed with a ratio of eye-to-brain size that makes little sense.
All this to say that the Qatar annual Falcon Festival took place this month somewhere in the desert. We were tanking around dunes when we saw the signs. How on EARTH did they manage to find the one and only falcon in the world that looks so, so... lacking in chromosomal coherence, so to speak?
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| "What planet is this...?" |
05 March 2012
28 January 2012
Things that unhinge the delicate parrotlet mind:
bells, obviously
water bottles in the vicinity of the cage, less obviously
hands
10 January 2012
Parrotlet grows up, still questions gravity
It appears that spending the entire Christmas holiday with a pair of African Greys, the most intelligent parrots in the world, has not helped clarify this whole gravity thing.
24 November 2011
Nama saya Parrolito*
The other day I thought of an excellent bird name, which I will henceforth consider as my "secret bird name". You can't have it, get your own bird name. But it made me reminisce about the time when we officially named the bird, and the subsequent times that we unofficially changed his name. Parrolito was born Ricochet Gigantes. I agreed to the name Ricochet in a desperate attempt to dissuade my husband from ever using "Rico" as a child's name. Then the SF Giants won the World Series around the time when we brought him home, so I had to agree to "Gigantes", a spin commemorating the parrot's Hispanic heritage.
All in all, it never mattered, since on the drive back from the breeder's place in Santa Cruz, I accidentally called the bird "Parrolito", which is a mashup of parrot and lorito. That stuck. Then came a series of stupid adorable names that we come up with on a daily basis. When we moved to Qatar, I tried to give the parrot an honourable Arab name, "Maimun Saleh", the first pilot of Aceh. This did not fly (pun intended) with the husband. But it will backfire, since the name must go back to the pile of bird names, the pile waiting for MORE pet birds.
All in all, it never mattered, since on the drive back from the breeder's place in Santa Cruz, I accidentally called the bird "Parrolito", which is a mashup of parrot and lorito. That stuck. Then came a series of stupid adorable names that we come up with on a daily basis. When we moved to Qatar, I tried to give the parrot an honourable Arab name, "Maimun Saleh", the first pilot of Aceh. This did not fly (pun intended) with the husband. But it will backfire, since the name must go back to the pile of bird names, the pile waiting for MORE pet birds.
*this post is in honour of my dear friend Nit who suka burung juga.
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