| ~*Number Seven*~ ( @ 2004-12-30 03:07:00 |
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Hey everyone, our new little guy is either Buckbeak(beaky) or Animal. We aren't too sure of his personality yet; thats probably going to be the deciding factor.
Speaking of Personality...
Our birdie Doyle (aka The Doh Doh Bird) is the oldest. He looves to sing and dance and (much to our dismay) take baths in his water cup.Today my mom was giving the birds fresh food and Doyle, Mystic, and Bo all flew out. This happens all the time,(especially with these three, it used to be a love tiangle) one bird will come out, few others follow. My mom didnt think anything of it. So after she was done she took Mystic and Bo and put them in, then looked for Doyle, figuring he was sitting with my dad. No Doyle. After searching around for awhile she got really worried and woke me up. So here we are, calling him, figuring he'll fly out any minute. No Doyle. I start panicking, and im in our living room looking around, and i look, and in our window, with all the weird figurines and christmas decorations, is Doyle, sitting all fluffy and looking our the window, not a care in the world. He just gives me this look, and i go, "You Doh Doh Bird. You could have squeaked." So naturally he chose that moment to finally say something.
Those Budgies. I think they wait until we get all worked up, then look all cute so we cant possible get upset with those little fluffballs:)
Hey everyone, our new little guy is either Buckbeak(beaky) or Animal. We aren't too sure of his personality yet; thats probably going to be the deciding factor.
Speaking of Personality...
Our birdie Doyle (aka The Doh Doh Bird) is the oldest. He looves to sing and dance and (much to our dismay) take baths in his water cup.Today my mom was giving the birds fresh food and Doyle, Mystic, and Bo all flew out. This happens all the time,(especially with these three, it used to be a love tiangle) one bird will come out, few others follow. My mom didnt think anything of it. So after she was done she took Mystic and Bo and put them in, then looked for Doyle, figuring he was sitting with my dad. No Doyle. After searching around for awhile she got really worried and woke me up. So here we are, calling him, figuring he'll fly out any minute. No Doyle. I start panicking, and im in our living room looking around, and i look, and in our window, with all the weird figurines and christmas decorations, is Doyle, sitting all fluffy and looking our the window, not a care in the world. He just gives me this look, and i go, "You Doh Doh Bird. You could have squeaked." So naturally he chose that moment to finally say something.
Those Budgies. I think they wait until we get all worked up, then look all cute so we cant possible get upset with those little fluffballs:)