On birds and fish
My little bird is getting as bad as the dog was. Since I gave up watching more than 1.5 hours of TV a day, I've started eating dinner in my room. If I'm downstairs and my parents are home, there's a good chance the TV is on, and as hard as I try not to, I'll get sucked into watching parts of it.
When I'm upstairs with food, particularly if it's crunchy, I'll offer some of it to Kirby. He's such a chicken that half the time he won't even try it. I can't put it by his face; he'll run away from it. I have to stand at one end of his cage while he's at the other and let him come to me. Sometimes he'll try. Sometimes he won't.
Now that I'm eating upstairs part of the time, that means I'm on the floor a lot. I have a little table for my food, but I have to sit on the floor. Simply being on the floor means that it's okay for Kirby to be on the floor too, at least in his mind, and he likes to crawl on me as well, so he'll waddle over and climb on my knee. The way I have to sit when I'm at the little table means he's in close proximity to my food...and, naturally, since it's stuff that goes in my mouth, that means it's stuff he wants in *his* mouth.
I've created a monster, I have.
More on birds: I may have mentioned that there's a large evergreen tree right outside my window, and it's home to several different birds. I've been hearing them a lot recently, so whenever I hear them I peek out the window to see if they're in the tree, and if they are I grab Kirby so he can see other birds. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but it's fun for me. :) I'm pretty good at mimicking some bird sounds, or at least their pitches, so when I hear a bird I'll call back to it. (See, in my old age, I won't be Weird Cat Lady; I'll be Weird Bird Lady.) The birds get so interested and they just stare into the window. It's kind of fun. Then, today, I decided to practice my flute again. I kept hearing the birds outside, so I left my blinds up a little bit so I could keep an eye on them. I think they were interested in my playing! If I started hearing them outside, I'd stop and get up, and they'd fly away. But after I resumed, they'd come back. Interesting. Kirby himself has long enjoyed hearing me play--in fact, at one point today, he flew over and sat on my knee (yes, I sit with horrible posture when I practice). Well, glad to know I'm entertaining the birds of the neighborhood.
As for fish, well, it's a Friday during Lent, so I trusted the Gorton's fisherman and made two rectangles of salmon for dinner. I wanted to make potato pancakes as well, but they're supposed to be cooked at a different (higher) temperature. Last week I baked the fish and pancakes together, but the 'cakes weren't as crunchy as they could have been. This week, I cooked them separately. I decided against putting the fish on a baking sheet and just put them on foil. All was well until I went to set the cooked fish on the stove. Somehow, I dropped the foil...and my salmon became flying fish. Bah. BAH! And I'd just cleaned the floor...but, I'd just cleaned the floor, so at least the fish landed on something clean. Of course, I now had to clean the floor again. And, let me tell you, whatever flavoring those fishermen put on their salmon, it's pretty aerodynamic.
When I'm upstairs with food, particularly if it's crunchy, I'll offer some of it to Kirby. He's such a chicken that half the time he won't even try it. I can't put it by his face; he'll run away from it. I have to stand at one end of his cage while he's at the other and let him come to me. Sometimes he'll try. Sometimes he won't.
Now that I'm eating upstairs part of the time, that means I'm on the floor a lot. I have a little table for my food, but I have to sit on the floor. Simply being on the floor means that it's okay for Kirby to be on the floor too, at least in his mind, and he likes to crawl on me as well, so he'll waddle over and climb on my knee. The way I have to sit when I'm at the little table means he's in close proximity to my food...and, naturally, since it's stuff that goes in my mouth, that means it's stuff he wants in *his* mouth.
I've created a monster, I have.
More on birds: I may have mentioned that there's a large evergreen tree right outside my window, and it's home to several different birds. I've been hearing them a lot recently, so whenever I hear them I peek out the window to see if they're in the tree, and if they are I grab Kirby so he can see other birds. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but it's fun for me. :) I'm pretty good at mimicking some bird sounds, or at least their pitches, so when I hear a bird I'll call back to it. (See, in my old age, I won't be Weird Cat Lady; I'll be Weird Bird Lady.) The birds get so interested and they just stare into the window. It's kind of fun. Then, today, I decided to practice my flute again. I kept hearing the birds outside, so I left my blinds up a little bit so I could keep an eye on them. I think they were interested in my playing! If I started hearing them outside, I'd stop and get up, and they'd fly away. But after I resumed, they'd come back. Interesting. Kirby himself has long enjoyed hearing me play--in fact, at one point today, he flew over and sat on my knee (yes, I sit with horrible posture when I practice). Well, glad to know I'm entertaining the birds of the neighborhood.
As for fish, well, it's a Friday during Lent, so I trusted the Gorton's fisherman and made two rectangles of salmon for dinner. I wanted to make potato pancakes as well, but they're supposed to be cooked at a different (higher) temperature. Last week I baked the fish and pancakes together, but the 'cakes weren't as crunchy as they could have been. This week, I cooked them separately. I decided against putting the fish on a baking sheet and just put them on foil. All was well until I went to set the cooked fish on the stove. Somehow, I dropped the foil...and my salmon became flying fish. Bah. BAH! And I'd just cleaned the floor...but, I'd just cleaned the floor, so at least the fish landed on something clean. Of course, I now had to clean the floor again. And, let me tell you, whatever flavoring those fishermen put on their salmon, it's pretty aerodynamic.