Our left foots

So at home yesterday, leaving my room, I managed to twist my left ankle something fierce. Foot had fallen asleep, and it just rolled over when I put it down. I'm sure I scared the birds by yelling as loud as I did. Apparently I also left an impression on Moosie, whose left foot is swollen, and she's favoring it to the point of trying hard not to put weight on it. Cue emergency trip to the vet. Doc gave her some pain meds, and -- worse -- recommended she be put in her own cage for a week or so.

Moosie's okay with this. Tiny, on the other hand, has lost his tiny little mind. He was screaming from the moment Moosie left to the moment she reappeared, and he spends every moment on the left side of the cage, trying to figure out how to weasel his way into Moosie's new digs. He's a very unhappy little bird.

Moosie seems to be okay, eating and chirping and whistling and was just so well-behaved for the docs (unlike another cockatiel I could name). This will not be an easy week for him. Every single moment he's trying to get to Moosie. I'm sure that's what he'll be dreaming about for the next week. Next Friday will be Christmas for him.

Oh, and we got about a foot and a half total of snow. And more today. Uhm, enough already.

bounce bounce

Saw ballet. Lots of bouncy Russians, a few old chums. Very nostalgic.

The great thing is the lead ballerina bore a striking resemblance to Jenn Davoren. That takes me back. I misses me some Davoluv.