My desk is snuggled between a bookcase and one of my bird cages. Inside are 4 males or as I lovingly call them, my boys. This past week, I have noticed a trend with my cockatiels. One day as I was typing away I felt a splash of water on my neck. Now with the boys being so close to me I thought one was taking a bath. I paid no attention. This continued for a few minutes until I finally turned to look at them. What I saw was the youngest ,Nye, sitting by one of the water containers as he got some water and spit in my direction. I was surprised a bit and did chuckle on the side. I wondered if maybe I did not smell good to them( I had just taken a shower with a new gel), or perhaps they just wanted my attention. My son chimed in and thought it might be some mating ritual they wanted to share with mama, aka me. I shrugged it off and continued to work.
The next day I again was at my desk hard at work. Like before, I felt some water on my neck. Turning to the side I saw a scene that I could not have possibly imagine. The 4 birds were lined up in a row by the water container. Each would get a sip and spit at me, and go to the back of the line. The next would take his place and repeat the action of spitting. If a bird can smile, I swear they were doing it that day. I am not sure what was the cause of this. In all my years of breeding birds, this has never occurred. To see these little birds organize such an event at me, well one had to see it to believe it. This continued for 3 straight days. Without any warning it stopped. I have yet to figure out why this happened. I just know it did. So now when I sit down at my desk I give them a weary eye. This is to let them know the jig is up. I am on to them, even if I can’t stop it.
Reading the labels on the foods you buy makes good sense. You want to be careful what goes in your body. I do this for the most part. Being a chemist by profession I can honestly pronounce the ingredients. Not only that, I can break down the words and get a good idea of what they mean and what I am putting in my mouth. For the most part it has worked for me well as a norm. Until we come to my Slim Jim. I love these long sticks of non nutritional value. I get all giddy when I purchase one, knowing already what it smells and taste like. It is simple ambrosia for me. I don’t want to know what is in it, I refuse to read the label. If I do there is a great chance I will stop eating it. I’m not take the chance. I love it way to much. This goes for other foods- the Twinkie, bologna, hot dogs. I am sure I can come up with more. So the chemist in me will have to take a step back and go into hiatus. I want to step into a Slim Jim darn it, and I will.
We have all been to the hospital at one point or another. So I am sure you are all familiar with the hospital gowns. You know, the ones that rarely covers your back side. With all of the world’s advances and technology why can they not come up with a hospital gown that covers your bootie? When I gave birth I did ask for 2, the extra I used as a house coat to well cover my posterior. Some dignity should just be offered. Have you noticed on TV or in the movies, people in the hospitals most of the time have a gown that covers it all. How did they get so lucky? What hospital do they go to? How can I get one of those? If it is done on TV, it can be done in real life right? What gets me is when I do ask for a 2nd gown I will get a look. So the nurses will get a look back from me. I just don’t get it. It is bad enough we are in the hospital to where a gown is needed, at least help our stay be a little less drafty.