Monday, October 17, 2005

I can hear my vet's fangs growing as I write this.

We gave in. We're weak and frail and pathetic and couldn't take the whining and the screaming any more. I need love, not hate when I come home at the end of a long, thankless day, and the only way I could forsee getting that love was to give the birds exactly what they wanted: each other. So, on Saturday, the crankiest bird in the West and the sweetest bird in the Universe met, and there was much rejoicing. And preening. And letting of blood (human blood, not bird blood. I'd never allow any pet blood to be spilled, only my own).

First, they saw each other across the seed-strewn carpet:

Then, they rushed into each other's beaky embrace:

Then, they realized that we, their humans, had done a terrible job keeping their feathers tidy, so they preened:

And preened:

And preened into total submission:

And all was well and right in the world (well, until I got too near Fritz and Stanze charged me and bit my leg, but I don't have a picture of that).


AAM said...

speaking of fangs, the little shit fooled me. she nipped my finger a bit but did her step up, then walked up my arm and sank her beak into my neck. SHE IS A VAMPIRE BAT I TELL YOU!

Scott said...

That is the coolest, coolest, and damn near coolest thing I have seen in a few weeks.

I would say the coolest thing in the whole year, but I live with Deb and Liam and so I see pretty damn cools stuff now and then.

So when do we see the pictures of the snakes and the birds. . . . wait, they won't ever cuddle.