Chasing My Tail

The past few days have not been kind: the dishwasher threw up all over the kitchen floor, which is that nasty kitchen carpet and I had to have two separate repairment come take a look. It's been hotter than blue blazes and going out and watering has really been hard. The sprinkler system doesn't work correctly so everything has to be hand watered, and of course, I moved with at least 100 potted and hanging plants! So I wanted to make a short post, just letting you all know I'm still among the living (I like the Brits way of using "amongst").

The fine-feathered beastie here is "Spanky," the one responsible for taking chunks out of my earlobes, neck and cheek. I think that was pretty much teenaged behavior as it hasn't happened in a long time - we seem to have come to an "agreement." Don't bite me and you won't get your little green neck wrung. Seems to have worked!

I run the faucet with tepid water into the sink, he wades out and gives himself a good soaking, and shakes off just like a dog. Then he's back to his house for a good preening. If we don't follow this routine, he'll give himself a bath in his drinking water cup! Since his species (Nanday Conure) originates in the rain forests, you can see why he likes his bath! I've had his companionship for fifteen years now. He's quite the character. He has a short vocabulary but his squawk is equal the decible of a rock band. Conures are known for their loud voices! Just another perk of being a bird owner...(and being part crazy)

Wishing you all juicy dragonflies and rainbows!