… so long as someone stays on his side of the top perch…
… and a nap is involved.
It feels as though it’s been raining for all of June.
The stream behind our condo is doing it’s best to keep up with the downpour, but it’s struggling.
So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the vertical blinds in our guest bedroom this morning to find that our little visitor was back in the exact same spot he was before.
He wasn’t stuck, didn’t seem injured, but he didn’t look happy either. Most of the time he gazed into the trees, hopeful, waiting I assume for his mother to come collect him.
And apparently she did, because there is no sign of him.
I’m flattered Mamma Deer seems to think we are suitable baby sitters for her little one, but on days like this I wish she would find someone with a slightly less…. soggy backyard.
When I first broached the idea of getting a bird to Mr. Awesome, my original assumption was that said psittacine would live on a diet of cheap seed supplemented by veggies and whatever foods we were consuming that were bird safe.
But the more I read on the subject, the less pleased I was with this idea.
One of my bigger regrets concerning Giacomo is that I wish I had been more insistent and consistent with his diet. When we brought Robin and Tuck home, I saw it as a second chance to (hopefully) get it right.
Robin and Tuck (from what I could tell) were both raised on white millet and some fresh veggies. Ideally, I would like to switch them over to a predominantly pelleted diet as far as their dry food is concerned (they also get “wet food” or chop, but that is a subject for another post). However, as many a bird owner has experienced before, converting to pellets isn’t always a smooth process.
So, what to do?
The budgies don’t like big chunks of food, so in order for the Nutri-Berries to be a viable option for consumption, a little altering is required…
I ask you, where would we be without the meat mallet? It’s such a handy form of stress release.
After a good bit of noise, the Nutri-Berries are broken into bite sized pieces.
Into the tub they go.
And now for the Avi-Cakes…
After some more noise, the Avi-Cakes are now broken apart and ready to go into the tub.
Time for the pellets I would eventually like Robin and Tuck weaned onto, ZuPreem FruitBlend:
The final step in Robin and Tuck’s dry food is to add some of that cheap parakeet seed I mentioned earlier in this post to make sure they don’t go hungry if they’re not inclined to eat the pellets.
Then, of course, the whole thing is stirred well. Voila!
As of right now, I believe Tuck is the only one willing to chew on the pellets, but that isn’t surprising considering Robin spent nearly a year on seed. Still, I hope as time goes on that they will both become more adventurous in their eating, and I have some comfort in the fact that they both seem to be eating their wet food well.
How about you? What dry food do you feed your birds? Did you switch your bird from seed to pellets? Any suggestions?
Mr. Awesome and I live in the city. He was in the final stages of purchasing the condo when we met.
For the majority of my life I’ve lived either in suburbia or what you might call rural suburbia. Smaller towns, some with surrounding countryside. You get the picture.
If you had told me years ago that I would one day be living just off of one of the major roads of (what I consider to be) a good sized Midwestern city, I would have either laughed or despaired.
But Mr. Awesome is Mr. Awesome for a reason, and when he chose a nest, he chose well.
We live in an urban oasis. I’m within a couple miles of just about every store, restaurant, and office I could possibly need, yet I can look out our windows and see what you see above. And we get plenty of wildlife.
I opened the blinds in our guest room this morning to see this little guy resting by the stream:
He stayed for about an hour and a half, but Mom must have come to fetch him, as there is no sign of him except the imprint left in the leaves, and the little bit of joy left on my morning. God truly can use the littlest things to put a smile on your face, brighten up your day, and remind you that He is on His throne.
The church I called home before Mr. Awesome and I married has a little tradition.
Each Sunday the congregation is asked if there are any birthdays or anniversaries. If your birthday or anniversary happens to fall on the preceding or coming week, you are sung to by said congregation as you go up to the front of the church and place a dollar or two in a plastic church shaped bank. The pastor then asks you to offer a few words of wisdom.
For years I watched as couples took the pulpit, offering advice on what they had learned over the tenure of their marriages. Some cracked jokes. Some made your eyes mist over. Many expressed the great need for patience with one another. Some testified to God’s goodness in leading them through pain, addiction, and loss, and some quoted Churchill (“Never, never, never give up”).
For years I wondered when it would be me up there with Mr. Right.
Unfortunately, our first anniversary (June 1) came and went without our being able to put a dollar or two in the miniature plastic church. But I’ve been thinking about what I might say if given the chance, and if given the chance, I think I might say two things:
First, let God choose your spouse. Marriage is challenging enough without wondering if you picked the right one. I can’t say how grateful I am for God leading me to Mr. Awesome, and for all of the confirmations He sprinkled throughout our courting days. Waiting on God’s timing was hardly easy, but it was more than worth it.
And second, I would read this:
Do to others as you would have them do to you.
Luke 6:31 (NIV)
Before I got married, I don’t think I truly realized the infinite value of Christ’s statement here. Sure, it was something that popped into my head from time to time in response to a an unkind thought I’d had, or viscous word I’d uttered. But I think I realized its importance more fully in the first months of our marriage than ever before.
You see, Luke 6:31 is a brilliant litmus test for selfishness.
If I found myself getting worked up about something, or getting testy and disgruntled, it helped to stop and ask myself, how would I feel if Mr. Awesome was doing this to me? How would I feel if he said such-and-such to me? How would I respond if he said he didn’t want to do X? What would I think if he said he was going to do Y?
More often than not, the answer was that I really wouldn’t like it very much. So why should I act that way towards him?
I don’t remember Luke 6:31 as often as I should, but I believe the more often I do, the better wife I will be.
Those would be the words of wisdom I would offer.
…are the ones you can destroy.
Mr. Awesome and I picked up two of these “Parrot Pinatas” by Planet Pleasures when we stopped in a Battle Creek pet store on our way to Marshall for our anniversary weekend. Robin and Tuck have been gnawing on our shirts when we put them on our shoulders and have been kind of mouthy in general, so Mr. Awesome suggested that it might be a good idea to get them something to tear up. I’ve had to re-hang the pinata twice already since they’ve chewed through the rope it hangs from. They have a very busy weekend ahead of them.
A very happy Friday to you all, and may you have a blessed weekend!
A very big thank you to the 51 people who have followed Budgie Makes Three so far! You are a blessing!
A few months ago I had an epiphany.
Since the craziness of getting married and our first holidays as a married couple had passed, I finally realized something: I’m the woman of this house and I can, so long as Mr. Awesome doesn’t hate it, make improvements to/decorate our condo.
Now, this may not seem like much of a revelation to some, but it hit me upside the head, blindsiding me and chasing me over to Pinterest where I glutted myself with several hundred interesting (and hopefully frugal) ideas of changes I could bring about in our love nest. Weeks later, something else occurred to me, or rather re-occurred to me, as I’d thought about it last summer: We have a large deck, a good sized porch, and a balcony off the master bedroom. Flowers. We need flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.
After waiting for the weather to warm up and putting the idea on the back burner for a couple of weeks, my mother and grandmother came for a visit, bringing with them some plant stands the folks were no longer using. We made a trip to the local home improvement store, and I did not return empty handed.
I must confess that I cheated. I didn’t buy pots, soil, and cleverly design these aesthetically pleasing mixed containers myself.
They came that way.
They were on sale.
I hope to plant some large containers myself in the future, as my vision for our deck contains even more flowers than these beauties (think opening credits of My Fair Lady). Our porch is still bare and unwelcoming, and I’m fantasizing about our balcony looking like one of those European balconies you see in travel photos. But what we have is an excellent start, and I am thankful to get to look out our windows and see these colorful ambassadors of the beauty of God’s creation.
And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.
And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
Genesis 1:11-12 (KJV)