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My name is Joy Kerry Barriger.
I am an American Budgie, a Harlequin.
I am beautiful, everybody says so... particularly my mommy.
I live in a house with my mommy, her mommy, her daddy, her brother, and her fish. Im spoiled rotton: mommy is consantly feeding me treats and snuggling with me and buying my toys. (but quite frankly, I prefer her hair to any of the toys.)
She had to wait three months to finally bring me home from the breeder, so by the time she got me she was about as well educated as a new-mommy can be. I've lived in my new home almsot three weeks: I will be 11 weeks old on November 13. Every day my mommy takes me out and snuggles with me and tries to con me into eating vegetables: but usually she slacks off and ends up eating my snack.
Mommy says I'm brilliant, but I have a rather short attention span. When we do our "speach training" I can barely stand to sit still for more than a few minutes. THe whole thing is rather ludicrous, she knows I'm not physically capable of forming human speech yet, but she sits down in a quiet room with my on her finger and says "J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY!" Every tiem I chrip she praises me, and when i bite she ignores me, continuing with her mantra: "J-OY! J-OY!" Usually, I end up trying to fly away on clipped wings, and fluttering to the ground, at which point AMy shrieks, scoops me up and cuddles with me.
We do trick trianing too: she's actually getitng somewhere with this. I sit on her finger, and she holds my favorite treat: an ornage-flavored honey seed stick. "George Bush is a moron!" she says, and she waves the treat so I nod my head. When I nod, I get the treat. Sometimes I forget and just try to climb on the treat, but I'm getting there. Ultimately, I'll learn how to do it regardless of the treat.
Training isnt as much fun as snuggle and paly time, though. SNuggle time just means I rub my head on mom untill she gives me scritches, but paly time can be anything. My favoirte game is to take my pink chew toy (my favorite), dorp it off the edge of the table, and chrip annyoedly till she picks it up. I can play that one FOREVER! (or just untill mom takes away my toy and gives me a carrot instead.) Sometimes I go on my special swing that has seeds in it, or on my little gym with bells an ladders. SOmetimes, I toddle around on mommys lap or bed, and soemtimes I forage for food on the big jungle that is mom's kitchen table.
I love to chew paper, I get all the junk mail I want... and I still manage to chew up mommy's scholwork as well. (So far I've chewed "Julius Caesar" and "the once and futue king," as well as ocuntless amgazines and essays.)
I know I havent been here very long, and sometimes mom's protectiveness can be obnoxious, but I think I'm a pretty spoiled biridie.
Ciao!
Joy
(translated by Amy, aka mom)
I am an American Budgie, a Harlequin.
I am beautiful, everybody says so... particularly my mommy.
I live in a house with my mommy, her mommy, her daddy, her brother, and her fish. Im spoiled rotton: mommy is consantly feeding me treats and snuggling with me and buying my toys. (but quite frankly, I prefer her hair to any of the toys.)
She had to wait three months to finally bring me home from the breeder, so by the time she got me she was about as well educated as a new-mommy can be. I've lived in my new home almsot three weeks: I will be 11 weeks old on November 13. Every day my mommy takes me out and snuggles with me and tries to con me into eating vegetables: but usually she slacks off and ends up eating my snack.
Mommy says I'm brilliant, but I have a rather short attention span. When we do our "speach training" I can barely stand to sit still for more than a few minutes. THe whole thing is rather ludicrous, she knows I'm not physically capable of forming human speech yet, but she sits down in a quiet room with my on her finger and says "J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY!" Every tiem I chrip she praises me, and when i bite she ignores me, continuing with her mantra: "J-OY! J-OY!" Usually, I end up trying to fly away on clipped wings, and fluttering to the ground, at which point AMy shrieks, scoops me up and cuddles with me.
We do trick trianing too: she's actually getitng somewhere with this. I sit on her finger, and she holds my favorite treat: an ornage-flavored honey seed stick. "George Bush is a moron!" she says, and she waves the treat so I nod my head. When I nod, I get the treat. Sometimes I forget and just try to climb on the treat, but I'm getting there. Ultimately, I'll learn how to do it regardless of the treat.
Training isnt as much fun as snuggle and paly time, though. SNuggle time just means I rub my head on mom untill she gives me scritches, but paly time can be anything. My favoirte game is to take my pink chew toy (my favorite), dorp it off the edge of the table, and chrip annyoedly till she picks it up. I can play that one FOREVER! (or just untill mom takes away my toy and gives me a carrot instead.) Sometimes I go on my special swing that has seeds in it, or on my little gym with bells an ladders. SOmetimes, I toddle around on mommys lap or bed, and soemtimes I forage for food on the big jungle that is mom's kitchen table.
I love to chew paper, I get all the junk mail I want... and I still manage to chew up mommy's scholwork as well. (So far I've chewed "Julius Caesar" and "the once and futue king," as well as ocuntless amgazines and essays.)
I know I havent been here very long, and sometimes mom's protectiveness can be obnoxious, but I think I'm a pretty spoiled biridie.
Ciao!
Joy
(translated by Amy, aka mom)