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My little bird is doing great after breaking his beak back in March. The top has grown nearly all the way down. Without the top beak there, the bottom beak grows unrestrained. This is the second time I’ve had to take him to get it cut down so that it doesn’t interfere with his eating. I still hand feed him some baby food every other day or so. He’s gotten spoiled the last few months.
He turns 14 this month. He’s very sweet, and I always thought that was because he was a hand fed baby. According to my vet, lovebirds don’t usually stay nice. Pip is extra special.
*** This vet visit sponsored by a New Balance shoebox.
For a moment there, I thought my hospital’s central supply was expanding its services.
My sweet 14-year-old boy had a freak beak accident about two weeks ago.
I don’t even know what really happened, but the end result is that he is missing the lower third of his beak.
I’m hand feeding my hand fed baby again until his beak toughens up enough (and possibly grows back some) to eat more regularly.
So far he can eat soft, smaller seeds again. I feed him a couple of times a day some regular baby food per the vet’s advice.
A terrible idea is not to be confused with the pizza party in a box. That is obviously genius.
Cerro de Guadalupe, Colombia
Or why a mountain is worth climbing.
My lovebird Pip will be 14 years old this summer.
I had just read Great Expectations in English class and thought Pip was a cute name. Incidentally, Pip was also short for Philip – the name of my current crush.
I can’t think of anything else I’ve had for so long. And I’m afraid that this connection to my 15-year-old self won’t be around much longer.
Pip loved to cuddle as a baby. As he got older, his instinct to do so faded. He was much more interested in flying around, playing, and exploring. Now he’s reverted back to his cuddly self. He’s content to curl up at my neck or be held in my hand.
So I take him out most mornings and nights just so he can be held and cuddled. And so that I can remember what it was like to be 15.
° The first few days of work after a vacation are the hardest.
° Grandma’s food is the best, but I managed to only put on 5 lbs in a week.
° I started doing my 30-day shred workout again. (Only it’s more like 60 days since I don’t get up early enough on my work days.)
° I got to see my bestie who moved away. Love her and the four hours we spent catching up over spicy* Vietnamese soup and shopping.
* So spicy that I’m still feeling it the next day, but no regrets!
I didn’t have much on my tree to start. A star. White twinkle lights. Some berry branches circling the tree like tinsel. Two white wooden bird ornaments. A nest with three eggs. Three weirdly cute and creepy owls. (I sense a theme coming on in the years to come.) Some generic green, red, and gold glass balls.
My sister and I decided that making ornaments had all the potential for a new family tradition*. I came across this ** link for cinnamon ornaments.
Three ingredients: cinnamon, applesauce, and glue. We used white paint as faux icing instead of decorating my house with glitter.
Pretty cute.
* My sister and I are currently the only ones taking any active role in these new family traditions. That’s ok. We’ll get them.
** I would have continued the bird theme, except the only cookie cutters I could find were the classic Christmas ones: star, candy cane, gingerbread man, stocking, etc.
