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| I am absolutely furious with the US Post Office! Mark a package Fragile, send it Priority Mail, it doesn't matter. They will drop kick it from place to place!
The insulator's from Maggie arrived today. We knew when we saw that box that something would be broken. Two insulators completely destroyed! Both on corners. Little slivers of glass in packing so caution was the word when unwrapping. What the heck does one have to do with the post office, pack everything in cotton? Doesn't matter if you use their box or not. And to think I was told no human hands touch boxes, machines do. Bull!
So now I will work at making the remaining ones sparkle. I hope Wil has enough Polident.  Thank you Maggie and John for all your time.
Little Buddy is doing well in his new cage. He chirps nicely as well as 'screeches'. This morning he even whistled. Now to get him used to hands if possible. That will be in a few days though I think. Not ready to be bit right now.  He will eat some people food and tonight I will try potatoes that Buster and Pookie like. I didn't get the crock pot on in time for lunch.
Time to go scrub insulators and just might wash up a few dishes while out there.
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|  Check this excitement for me yesterday. Towards evening I heard him/her in our back yard. Took awhile to spot it way up in the pistache tree. And I mean way up!
While I doubted the rain they were forcasting was going to show up I figured birdie needed to be in a safer place. I got a towel and laid it on the tree. I got seed in a cup and rattled it. He/she just kept crying and walking from little branch way up there to another.
Off I went for the garden hose. Figured Chan would leave my feet then and he did. Tried to just move bird down the limb but he got wet and flew down past me into the chain link fence. I grabbed the towel and wrapped him before pulling him gently out. His head was through but it came right back out. He bit me as his head wasn't covered. I turned him to my chest and talked to him all the way into the garage.
When Max died we gave his big cage to Wild Animal Orphanage. This cage is way too small so maybe when I find a bigger one I can return it to Pets Mart. I made an appt. with the avian vet for this afternoon for a health check and wing clip. He is currently in this office until I get a clearance to park him/her in the birds room. This bird is quite talkative and I mean chirps. He/she has no leg band, which breeders generally do. Pookie heard it first.
If I thought it could go in Buster's cage safely that would be a nice choice. Buster has a big cage.
Oh Wil was not crazy about keeping him but I sense he is going to let me keep it. Looks just like Max.
Update: it is a HE about 5 yrs. old and I am calling him Buddy. He has not been handled and bit the vet's helper who wasn't fast enough trimming wings.
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| Just a couple things today. All I've done is toss towels in washer after my shower, put the stopper in the tub to soak one spot in the bottom that is turning color, and skipped church. (again)
Listening to James podcast about hats (see previous comments) I found one thing that really stuck in my mind, yet I had to write it down to remember verbatim. "It's pretty bad when your thinking cap is a dunce cap". Oh there was much of interest in the podcast. I found I couldn't listen and sort photo's though. Who'd thought that would take my mind away?
Then my thoughts turn to the fun email Ava sent. I offer it here for you to comment on.
If you saw ME in a police car what would you think I got arrested for?
Go ahead, tell me.
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| Ladies have you heard of the Royal Ascot Ladies Day? Do you like hats? Go here and be sure and click on the fashion faux-pas guide too. Pictures link upper right corner. I had a blast! But I love hats. (couldn't get xanga to remove incorrect link and put in new one.)Finally worked!
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| Something different from me. The new header is of the house I grew up in. We had no front porch then, only concrete steps. The steps are down on mom's property now. I never knew they took the steps with them when they moved. They probably were original to the front porch that used to be on the house when Grandma grew up there.
I faded the picture on purpose, I wanted a 'ghost' type effect. The tree on the right is an old maple tree that our rope swing was attached too. Had more fun on that. Used to be a maple tree on the left and I've no idea why it was removed or by whom. The street, non paved, turned right at it. Maybe when they started to plow they had trouble getting around it in later years. Who knows.
At my back would of been a farm with the loveliest wooden fence. Now there are a couple houses there.
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