~ Do you ever have one of THOSE twenty four hour periods where you just want to knock heads together, pull your hair out, and SCREEEAM! ?
~It all started with a Flight Cage on Kijiji that I desperately craved. I wanted this flight so badly that I could taste it. It would match my other flight perfectly (same flight) They would go up against the back wall, with the taller flight in the middle. Plants all around... I could envision it all. Oh so pretty.
~I talked the lady down from $250 down to $150 for a flight that costs over $500 in the store. Spoke to my son's friend (the guy with a truck) to bring it home. Finalized with lady for the Sunday pick up. All was good in the world. Then 'guy with truck', couldn't make it. Phoned lady and agreed on Monday.' Guy with truck' agreed, then went out and got drunk Iand couldn't drive Monday. Tuesday then. Lady agreed but 'guy with truck' suddenly had to work.... Yesterday evening finally had enough and grabbed my neighbor who has a truck but had been out of town, would he help me out? Sure, no problem. Yay!!!! Phoned lady, said we were finally coming.... Lady's hubby told me that someone else had already bought it...
~Popped over to the neighbours to thank them and explain. Came home to find one of my Red bill Fires hanging by one leg from a plant, flailing wildly , feathers everywhere, his buddy frantic , everyone in a panic. Managed to get him out of flight and untangle him. Placed him in the tiny hospital cage with his friend . Slapped a heating lamp over them and settled them for the night.
~Had a restless night, worrying about little bird, and heaping curses on 'guy with truck'.
~ This morning, little bird ok (thank God). Took dogs out for a run in the chill +3 c. I was begining to enjoy my walk, when little dog found the biggest pile of poop and dove in... white dog goes in, brown aromatic dog comes out, it's magic. Dragged her home, heaping curses on stupid dogs and 'guy with truck'.
~ Threw stinky dog in tub and scrubbed. Went to get towel and twisted arthritic knee out of shape. Ouch! Not happy.
~ Hobbled to grocery store (we need food too, woman and family cannot live by seed alone).
~ Came home to birds screaming, babies screaming, feathers flying. Gouldian rebellion in full progress. Jaxom and Mirrim (babie's parents) had chased Socies out if snuggy/nest and had decided to regain parental rights. Societies frantic. Jaxom trying to pull babies out of nest, while Mirrim is sitting on top of them plucking feathers. NOOOOO!!!
~ Dropped groceries and ran to the basement on one leg for extra cage. Now
the Gouldian hunt was on. Finally had the blood thirty couple in a small cage. Sigh of
relief...
~But why is everyone still screaming? Maybe because my other Gouldian pair were now in the nest, taking over where the other two had left off. Back to the basement, hopping down the stairs. Another cage. Another Gouldian hunt.
~ Alfie, my parrot finch makes a break for it. Luckily he's too chubby to go far. Grabbed him with net and tossed back into flight. Grabbed Tiny and Sharra and tossed them into cage. Checked on babies. Seem to be ok. Socies back in nest.
~ Dropped into a chair. If I was a drinker, I would have had a drink, but I'm not, so... had an ice cream sandwich instead.
~ Good grief!!!
I hope babies will be ok. I hope Fire finch will be ok. I hope the Socies will continue to feed. I hope my knee feels better. I hope I find another flight. I hope I'll still have some hair tomorrow morning....
~ And most of all, I hope that the fleas from a thousand camels will infest the bathing suit area of ' the guy with the truck'....
~ Good night everyone.
~Elana~
