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Moosie has a new habit. It's a spin-off of Tiny's tendency to excitedly nod his head. Except Moosie likes to do so with her beak wiiiiide open. Looks like the most excited little cockatiel in all the world. No cuter thing has ever happened.
And she's gotten "pretty bird" down, finally. So talented. But she's in the middle of her first molt, and there are white/gray feathers everywhere. And she likes playing with them. And is occasionally frightened by them. That's my pig.
Awake too early. Ambien, why hast thou forsaken me?
Cold, icy. Car thoughtfully covered in sheet of ice. Nothing like the joy of chiseling it out and knowing you'll get to do it all over again in a few hours. I want for very little in my life -- it's pretty much defined by my being content now. But one day: a garage. Hell, yeah.
And she's gotten "pretty bird" down, finally. So talented. But she's in the middle of her first molt, and there are white/gray feathers everywhere. And she likes playing with them. And is occasionally frightened by them. That's my pig.
Awake too early. Ambien, why hast thou forsaken me?
Cold, icy. Car thoughtfully covered in sheet of ice. Nothing like the joy of chiseling it out and knowing you'll get to do it all over again in a few hours. I want for very little in my life -- it's pretty much defined by my being content now. But one day: a garage. Hell, yeah.