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Chipper and His Favorite Objet d’Art
On my living room wall is this framed display box, containing all kinds of natural treasures: flicker and raven feathers, Chipper’s baby feathers, Pippin’s eggs, seashells, eucalyptus pods, cacti...
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Bathtime!
All my birds like to take baths, but in very particular ways and when they want them. The cockatiels love to be sprayed with warm mist from a spray bottle. But usually not more than once a week –...
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A Day in the Life…
First thing this morning, Charlie flew over to the window to see what was happening outside. Chipper, not to be outdone or left behind, begged me to take him there with his book. Chipper had his wings...
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The Small and the Large of It
I brought Pippin my lovebird to the vet today. She had a beak injury last summer and I must have her beak trimmed regularly until it grows to a certain point. Her “safe” place her is boutique kleenex...
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Off to the Vet Again…
Here are the two little birdie troopers who went to see their avian vet today – just for beak and nail trims. They are waiting on the reception desk counter in their Wingabagos for me to pay the bill,...
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Waiting for the Vet
Two of my feathered friends needed to see the vet today – Pippin the lovebird for a routine visit, Chipper the cockatiel for a sore wing. That wing has been sore for some weeks, so I wanted to be sure...
View ArticleGood Morning, Pippin!
Click here to view the embedded video. Charlie always comes out of his sleep in the mornings full of cheer. Unlike Chipper, his other cockatiel friend who has moods and is more complex emotionally,...
View ArticleA Mutual Admiration Society
As I’ve mentioned in previous blog posts, my cockatiel Charlie loves to sing. He has no better audience than his next-door neighbor, Pippin the lovebird. She is surrounded by male birds, but only...
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Pippin, My Wonder Lovebird
Look closely, and you will see Pippin peeking out from under a curtain of raffia. She is ready to pounce as a prelude to playing “attack the T shirt” game. I throw a small part of an old T shirt over...
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My Pippin Is Gone
On January 26, I came home from work to find my little sweetheart Pippin had died. It looked as if she had passed very gently – no sign of struggle or injury – and for that I’m grateful. She was a...
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