So, Bug has a little mirror in her cage and I think she may be becoming too attached to it.
For the last couple of days, she's been "feeding" the mirror. She carries the larger seeds over to the mirror and props them up on the little wire (it's stainless) and eats them against the mirror. For the most part, she's eating the seeds herself but she appears to be trying to feed her reflection.
Snatching the mirror out seems mean but the more I think about it, the more I think that the mirror has to go. Bug is 3 months old and there are a couple other behaviors that may be precursers to nesting. She's gotten really agressive about her cage (not abnormal in 'lets) and she really likes to chew on and arrange her cage cover when she sits on the outside of the cage.
It's also possible that I'm hypersensative because we lost a 'tiel to complications of chronic egg laying and that I should not worry about this.
Possible plan of action: She's going to a bird sitter's this weekend. She'll ride over in her carrier. The mirror could "disappear" on the way over or on the way back. Hmm.
So, I bought a mini food chopper. It quickly shreds enough Bug veggies for about 3 days (which is about how long they last anyway). It makes the vegetables much smaller and a little wetter (or was that the grapes) which makes it stick to Bug's face much more - oh, so cute.
Right now, Bug gets a spoonful of vegetables mixed with a half scoop of pellets and a half scoop of seeds twice a day along with all day access dry pellets. I think it's still too much food. She'll eat the pellets (even dry) if I offer them too her out of the cage and certainly pulverizes the moist ones in her food dish but I can't tell if she's eating them.
(Just so you know, I decided years ago I never wanted a dog because they're too much trouble.)
So on Saturday mornings, I run. A friend and I signed up with a group that meets a the pentagon to train for marathons & half-marathons on Saturday mornings. Right now, we are meeting at 6am (ouch). I'm only doing the half mileage distance, so I'm done before 8. We don't run very fast, so we talk while we run.
This morning the discussion had many topics including how a small green bird(who's currently bathing in her water dish) that weighs less than an ounce can have a profound effect on your life; as can your boss when she calls and tells you she wants you out on the road covering the Kerry/Edwards campaign for the next three months, which apparently happened to my friend on Friday. She's taking it in stride (pun intended).
My life is also in flux. In two weeks I quit my job at PIRG, where I've worked since I graduated from college, to go back to school at the University of Maryland School of Public Policy. Hmm.
By the way, Bug's blood tests all came back fine.
We live in DC so the wildlife mostly consists of squirrels and sparrows.
This morning, I awoke to the sound of birds in distress outside my window. Poked my head around the curtain and saw a white flash - I'm thinking cat. I head for the backyard to have a look.
There's a blue jay hoping around under the picnic table and another 4-5 in the dead tree next door and they are agitated. I'm thinking the one on the ground is hurt (no sign of cat). But as I approach, he flies of to the dead tree with the others.
I wander back up to the deck and watch them.
One by one they move from the tree in the right neighbor's yard to the tree in the left neighbor's yard (we don't have anything taller than tomatoes) screaming the whole way. Then I see it - the possum.
Apparently, the flock of jays were pursuing him around the neighborhood. He was unimpressed.
From the wilds of DC . . . .
Well, Bug officially weighs in at 26 grams - less than one ounce.
The vet explained that they can't do all the tests that they would do on a larger parrot because they would require most of the bird's blood - she's a little bugger. They take a little blood for tests with no alternatives and then take toenail clippings and poop samples for the rest. Fun, fun, fun. With any luck, we won't have to go back for another year.
Things that are Evil - Volume 1
Bug's
guide to scary household objects and a few not so scary things.
Things that are Evil:

The Measurex 29.6 - Bug's Advice: If The Measurex
29.6 gets too near the cage or, heaven forbid, enters the cage,
mad flapping usually makes it go away. If flapping alone doesn't
take care of it, fall off your perch.

Curtains - Bug's Advice: One afternoon of looking
freaked out on top of your cage should get these tied back for you.

The Portable Telephone - Bug's Advice: The
Portable Telephone makes harmless noises throughout the day. Don't
worry about that. It is only dangerous if it comes near you. Luckily,
hiding in Jen's hair provides sufficient protection from The
Portable Telephone.

The 3001T Scale - Bug's Advice: If The 3001T
ever comes in view, your only option is panic. Fly the other way
without hesitation, even if you end up in the potted plant on the
windowsill. The 3001T Scale is less dangerous when it's covered
by a towel.
Things that aren't really as bad as you'd think:

Jen's Very Boisterous Husband - Bug's Advice:
Jen's Very Boisterous Husband makes a lot of noise and frequently
crashes into the room singing but if you can overlook that, you'll
find he knows how to give head scratches.
Things that might be evil but we don't know yet:

The Bathtub and the Stuffed Parrot- Bug's Advice:
I'll tell you when I decide what to do about these. In the mean
time, drink from the bathtub quickly but do not bathe and eye the
stuffed parrot suspiciously.
So what does your bird think is Evil?
Jen's note: I posted this same list in another
a couple of online forums. If you are coming over forum Flight
Feathers or Parrotalk
you may have seen this. We have a well bird vet appointment
on Saturday so, I'm sure there will be a volume two.

Reach . . reach a little more . . . get a firm grip . . . . give it a good shake . . . and hang on tight with beak and a foot.
If necessary, follow with the "you forgot to turn off the flash again" stare.
Technology, it just gives you more ways to avoid working. :)
