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Woodstock is 793 days old
Blondie and Dagwood are 258 days old
My life is utterly uneventful and I’m really quite sick of lamenting it. Perhaps it would be better if I was dead. No wingless angle can come and show me any differently.
On January 16th Sycamore laid her very first egg. It would see that Woodstock was not “man enough for her” but Blondie seems to have made quite the impression. I sat in the studio and actually watched her lay the egg, quite dispelling any thoughts I had about her not being female.
But I guess I can’t claim that my life is entirely without incident. A week or two ago Woodstock had some chemical drip on him from the florescent light fixture above his cage. Of course it only spilled where he likes to sit and so nailed him by freak occurrence. There was a bad odor of something burning about the cage and I caught him dry-heaving. We attempted to wash this substance off with shampoo and warm water as, whatever it was, it was clearly not good for his health. My father was afraid it was PCB’s (whatever those are.) A visit to a veterinary hospital in Niles which treats birds (a rarity in itself) fortunately turned up that there was nothing wrong with him.
Blondie and Dagwood are 258 days old
My life is utterly uneventful and I’m really quite sick of lamenting it. Perhaps it would be better if I was dead. No wingless angle can come and show me any differently.
On January 16th Sycamore laid her very first egg. It would see that Woodstock was not “man enough for her” but Blondie seems to have made quite the impression. I sat in the studio and actually watched her lay the egg, quite dispelling any thoughts I had about her not being female.
But I guess I can’t claim that my life is entirely without incident. A week or two ago Woodstock had some chemical drip on him from the florescent light fixture above his cage. Of course it only spilled where he likes to sit and so nailed him by freak occurrence. There was a bad odor of something burning about the cage and I caught him dry-heaving. We attempted to wash this substance off with shampoo and warm water as, whatever it was, it was clearly not good for his health. My father was afraid it was PCB’s (whatever those are.) A visit to a veterinary hospital in Niles which treats birds (a rarity in itself) fortunately turned up that there was nothing wrong with him.