Athie, just as I pressed "Submit," flew into the house. He landed on the sofa, Petey in high pursuit. He flew off again, rounding the livingroom, and then found me racing to intervene. He landed on my shoulder and exclaimed, "OH MY LORD ( Read more... )

Athie can fly. He's very proud of this fact. And, at two years old, he has landing down to a science. (Finally ( Read more... )

I've been teaching Petey to fly on command in the house, it is his singular favorite activity. I'll point to the atom (a large hanging perch) and say, "Jump!!" and he will flap inexperiencedly (think doggy-paddling) to the playstand. Then he will bob and spread his wings, so very proud and happy.

Two nights ago I was in the parrot room. Petey was ( Read more... )

This morning I wanted to try to get a picture of Sophia lying on her back, in my hands--black background, black shirt. All you'd see was hands and bird.

Sophia wasn't terribly cooperative, so I finally gave up. Here's one of my "outtakes" -- she kept jumping up for kisses and cuddles instead (which I was only too happy to oblige!)!


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I have been so. sick. My fever on Tues was 103 and yesterday it was 101.8. (Wed it didn't matter b/c I had to submit a brief to teh BIA so kept working all day in bed.)

Today it's down to 99.5, so I'm slowly returning to the land of the living. This morning I attempted to do some pictures while the birds were on the patio. I like the "gothic ( Read more... )

Sophia is precious. My little bugaboo girl. She is three now, and really "coming into her own." My being gone during the day has forced her to play more independently ( Read more... )

I was just looking through my entries and I don't see any of these pictures posted... sorry if it's a repeat but I really don't see them!


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*Athie's acting like a little feathered monster and won't let J eat. I'm going to take him back to the bird room while we finish lunch*

Me: "Are you annoying Daddy again?"
Athie: "No...."

Me: "Step up."
Athie: "Ok"
*steps up*
Athie: "Hey! What's up?"

When we first got Petey--a year ago last week--his wing feathers were chewed, and what wasn't chewed, was clipped too short to be any good. He tended to fall like a rock. A year later, he no longer chews any of his feathers, and they are starting to grow out.

One of Petey's favorite games is "jump." I taught Soph to fly on command accidentally by ( Read more... )

In law there is this concept of "proximate cause" where if you try to sue for damages the action in question that supposedly caused your damages has to have been proximate--the direct cause.

Proximate cause has nothing to do with this story except that I keep thinking "proximate mom" pretty frequently. Whenever Sophia is playing on the ground, like ( Read more... )