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Today was a good day. And a good night.
First a good haul on presents from the family.
1. A new printer, laser. It's BIG! I'm not sure where I'm going to put it.
2. A ducky soap dish to continue the slow takeover of ducks in my bathroom.
3. D&D miniatures.
4. More D&D miniatures
5. Batman Beyond season three. Now I have all three seasons!
My brother got Chaucer some catnip mice. Those went over exceptionally well. Currently there is one in his water dish. I'm not sure if I should take it out or not.
Dinner turned out to be terribly amusing. Pepper (the parakeet) isn't allowed into the kitchen. We don't want him to get hurt by accidentally landing on a hot pot or something. He has this game of flying into the kitchen and landing somewhere, be it in the window, or on someone's shoulder. And we shoo him out with a clap of the hands. Important note. Our kitchen has two entryways.
Pepper had been flying in and out of the kitchen as we were making dinner, because that's where the family was, and we'd been chasing him out of the kitchen. He'd land on my mom and fly out. He'd land on my dad and fly out. All from the same doorway.
Finally we settle down for dinner, hot dogs if anyone cares. And the bird flies in, we send him out. He flies in again, we send him out. Finally, my mom gets the idea of shutting the door that he keeps on flying in through.
A minute later he's back in the kitchen, landing on top of my dad's head. Which is exceptionally funny, because my dad is bald. We stare at the bird and then shoo him off. My mom doesn't believe that he came from the other door. And then he's back inside fluttering around trying to find a place to land, briefly lighting upon my dad's glass before taking off again and landing in the kitchen sink. My mom gets him on her finger and tosses him outside the kitchen.
Looking out into the dinning room she realizes that the doors closest to where his cage is, is closed meaning he had to fly all around the house to get into the kitchen. That's some determination!
Pepper's a very smart bird, he is. Sometimes a bit too clever.
First a good haul on presents from the family.
1. A new printer, laser. It's BIG! I'm not sure where I'm going to put it.
2. A ducky soap dish to continue the slow takeover of ducks in my bathroom.
3. D&D miniatures.
4. More D&D miniatures
5. Batman Beyond season three. Now I have all three seasons!
My brother got Chaucer some catnip mice. Those went over exceptionally well. Currently there is one in his water dish. I'm not sure if I should take it out or not.
Dinner turned out to be terribly amusing. Pepper (the parakeet) isn't allowed into the kitchen. We don't want him to get hurt by accidentally landing on a hot pot or something. He has this game of flying into the kitchen and landing somewhere, be it in the window, or on someone's shoulder. And we shoo him out with a clap of the hands. Important note. Our kitchen has two entryways.
Pepper had been flying in and out of the kitchen as we were making dinner, because that's where the family was, and we'd been chasing him out of the kitchen. He'd land on my mom and fly out. He'd land on my dad and fly out. All from the same doorway.
Finally we settle down for dinner, hot dogs if anyone cares. And the bird flies in, we send him out. He flies in again, we send him out. Finally, my mom gets the idea of shutting the door that he keeps on flying in through.
A minute later he's back in the kitchen, landing on top of my dad's head. Which is exceptionally funny, because my dad is bald. We stare at the bird and then shoo him off. My mom doesn't believe that he came from the other door. And then he's back inside fluttering around trying to find a place to land, briefly lighting upon my dad's glass before taking off again and landing in the kitchen sink. My mom gets him on her finger and tosses him outside the kitchen.
Looking out into the dinning room she realizes that the doors closest to where his cage is, is closed meaning he had to fly all around the house to get into the kitchen. That's some determination!
Pepper's a very smart bird, he is. Sometimes a bit too clever.