08 September 2005
You can tell Ira's no good by the glint in his eye. Actually, he's a perfectly nice bird, but I'm a bit sore with him, as he pulled one of my hairs out. That's right.
See, Frankie is currently incubating a piece of ricecake (at least they're BOTH crazy!). Both he and Ira are definitely singing, dancing male finches, but it seems Frankie is longing for a family, so in lieu of an egg, he's adopted a small chunk of caramel flavoured rice-snack (he was meant to nibble it). I've watched him carefully position it under himself before settling down over it like a content hen. It's a little bit funny, a little bit sad.
Anyway, I keep trying to peer into the nest when he leaves, just to make sure he really is taking care of a rice cake, and whenever I do this, Ira flies up to the perch nearest to me. I'm used to them coming over when I'm by their cage, because I know they know I usually have treats for them. Still, Ira was sidling very close to me, so I leaned my head closer to him. Once I was near enough, he grabbed a strand of my hair with his beak and plucked it out. Into the nest he went, muttering happily to himself.
It hurt a bit, but at least it'll help keep the rice cake safe and warm.
Just think Anna, in a few short years you'll be staring down at the happy face of that stale, moldy piece of rice cake that smells like bird butt, and realize that you made that moment possible with your hair...and it'll all feel worthwhile!
posted by Laura at September 8, 2005 08:22 PM
I can't wait to see the newly-hatched rice cake!
posted by Pamela at September 13, 2005 12:00 AM