Sugar Franklin has laid four perfect cockatiel eggs and is sitting on them very hard this go-around. She bites if I go near her.
I'm taking all four parrots to the vet's tomorrow for feather and nail trims, so I'm going to take the eggs away from Sugar tonight. She'll just have to be mad.
I got a pay-as-you-go subscription to Hearts of Space today; it used to be on our local NPR station and I've missed it. It's a nice relief from rock n roll and everyday classical stuff. Kinda like background music in cult movies; transparent yet all-encompassing.
Speaking of which, I'll be starting piano lessons next week.
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Poor Sugar. I'm occasionally glad that Parrot turned out (after three years and a feminine real name) to be a boy, because I would worry so much if he laid any eggs.
Does she like those soft snuggly pocket things? Maybe she just needs to nurture something.
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