Archive for the ‘Coos and Caws’ Category

Thus Giving Me Something To Talk About

October 3, 2018

If you’ll indulge me in a bit of understatement, things have not been pleasant around here lately.  Between remodeling, illness, and frequent intense bouts of “being seven,” suffice it to say that if I were asking for directions to “Wits’ End”, I’d end up being told I passed it some time back.

So that’s why it meant so much to me that L. came up to me today and asked why I hadn’t talked about Algiz in a while.  When I told him it was because I didn’t really have anything to say about him, my son said, “Let me help you with pet time (i.e., the feeding, watering, etc. of Isa and Algiz).  Then you can talk about that!”

And that’s what he did.

Because He’s Still A Sun Conure

October 5, 2017

Yesterday my son was browsing the archives on this blog, and he came across a category that he rightfully pointed out to me that I haven’t used in a while, “Coos and Caws,” so per my son’s request, here is a new “Coos and Caws” entry.

Yes, Algiz the Sun Conure is still with us despite me being quiet about him . . . a favor he has not returned, by the way.

Or Internet, Come To Think

August 21, 2015

Patience, thy name is not bird.

– Something I heard myself muttering as I stumbled about for Algiz the Sun Conure‘s food this morning.

And The Worm Version Would Be Even More Different

October 25, 2010

It occurs to me that if a bird had written the song, it would have gone:

Everybody likes me, nobody hates me,

I’m gonna eat some worms . . .

(One’s mind goes to strange places while it waits for the body to catch up on assembling a crib.  Well, my mind does, at least.  Also, it’s been a long time since I written something that Algiz the Sun Conure might be able to relate to.)

Digging Out

July 20, 2010

So I was telling Dad today that we’d just finished up hosting someone for the last six days, and that we’d gotten her to her plane last night, and he says to me (more or less) “So this is a real ‘digging out’ day for you then.”

Never really heard the phrase in that context before, but I knew exactly what he meant by it.

So even though a wonderful visit was had by all, yes . . . this is indeed a digging out day for me.

(And as I typed that, Algiz the Sun Conure less than politely reminded me that today is just a flat out “being out” day for him.  He loves guests, but he gets so wrapped up in his excitement around new people that he sometimes gets a little blurry on the concepts of “personal space” and “gentle.”  I figure he’ll grow out of that someday, but until he does he’ll have to accept the loss of some of his usual freedoms until the guests have left.

Have I mentioned he’s also a little blurry on the concept of “accepting loss?”)

Algiz Update

September 15, 2009

Algiz the Sun Conure continues to do well, though sometimes I wonder if he’s a touch lonely.  He has a nice big house of his own to stay in (I don’t like calling it a cage, even though that’s what it is), but he seems to prefer to spend most of his time in his “playpen” (a smaller cage I put him in when he needs to go the vet and the like) because its design is such that he can be closer to me while I work AND I can carry him with me when I go to another room.  He’s fine with being alone . . . IF there’s no activity, but if there IS activity, he wants to be a part of it, plain and simple, and his playpen is easier to move to include him.  In time I’d like it so he could be out on a perch while I work, but right now he thinks “out time” is “playtime,” and he’s just too much of a handful.

All in all, he and I have adapted to each other’s presence, and though he’s a bit young to have a “mate” in the breeding sense, I still wonder if he might do well with a “mate” in the British slang friend sense.  I definitely don’t want to spend money on another bird, but I know there are bird rescue centers out there with neurotic birds that have obsessively plucked their feathers from stress until they’re bald that might benefit from a (comparatively) stable home and a (comparatively) better adjusted bird.

Still . . . I don’t know if Algiz would really WANT that kind of company, and I’m not sure I want to disrupt my life with yet another little squawker.

Mostly though, I just don’t want have to describe Algiz as “He’s not a feather plucker, he’s a feather plucker’s mate.”

(Yes, I AM proud of myself, thank you.)

Advice From The Bird

September 2, 2009

Algiz the Sun Conure told me today I need to relax if I hope to be able to pull off the schedule I’m going to be putting myself through this month; while this is undoubtedly good advice, one thing about it worries me:

Algiz can’t talk.

(Yes, I’m being tongue in cheek, but Algiz’s response to my tension by getting tense himself remains a useful, and sometimes sobering, barometer on how I’m REALLY doing.  He’s right.  I’m tense today, though not for any particular reason I can think of.)

Algiz Update

August 7, 2009

Since it’s been a while since I’ve mentioned Agliz the Sun Conure, and I’ve been meaning to give him his own category for even longer, today seemed like as good a day as any to do both.

The little guy seems to be doing well, though, as recent visitors have learned the hard way, his curiosity around strangers is a little TOO much, meaning he flies to strangers with more enthusiasm than caution, leading to some startled strangers and the occasional accident.  So he’s no longer allowed just to fly to people without receiving an invitation first (I always discouraged it, but I didn’t make it a requirement because I was still training him to fly to me), and the next command he’ll be learning is “Stay.” 

Somehow I think that one’s going to be a lot harder on him.

Part Two Started

June 5, 2009

With Chapter 9 roughly drafted out, I’ve gotten the ball rolling on Part Two.  There’s a lot I’d like to include in Part Two, so making it all work is likely to be tricky . . . and may even require some painful cuts. 

We’ll see.

I didn’t get everything done that I’d hoped to get done this week during my pseudo time off,  but I got done with everything I really needed to AND played around with ideas enough to get started on Chapter 9, so I’m happy.  In the end, it was that pesky “health comes first” ideal thing that kept me from overtyping no matter how much I wanted to get a certain side project done this week.

It’ll happen . . . just not this week.

(Oh, speaking of happy, Algiz was MUCH happier today, I’m happy to say.)

I’ve Been Thinking

June 4, 2009

Something I said elsewhere the other day keeps coming back to me.

In short, in a fit of snark I wished everyone around me a great day because I simply was NOT in the mood to share their misery if they didn’t have one.

Funny thing is, while I cheerfully admit the less than noble motivation, as wishes go, I think it stills counts as a good one because I SINCERELY wanted every to have a great day.

Case in point:  Algiz the Sun Conure is having one of his (thankfully rare) inconsolable days, absolutely NOTHING today has made him happy (or silent) for any significant length of time.  It’s been enough that I’m reasonably sure I could be forgiven for being tempted to wring his little neck, but instead I TRULY wish whatever is distressing him passes quickly so he can once again be happy.

Because then he’ll shut up.

Yeah . . . still pretty sure that counts.