I’m back home from my week of visiting the fiancé and I miss both him and the birds already! So here’s another video of Donnelly in a singing mood. He only talks a little in this one, but he’s cute 24/7 anyway.
I have to wonder to what degree he can associate the words he learns with inferred meanings, or whether it’s mostly just another bit of song for him. Argyle, who never sings, is much more vocal in her communication even without words, and makes demands of you in various tones of indignant squawking depending on what she wants you to do and how long it takes you to do it, whereas Donnelly is almost completely silent when not singing and makes you guess at what he wants. I also wonder if size has anything to do with it - I’d guess that Argyle is almost half again as large as Donnelly (or any other normal-sized tiel), so she may be significantly smarter… But then again, to my eye, she’s a very strange-looking cockatiel and seems to have an oddly-shaped face, so I’m not really sure what her deal is, biologically. For sure, though - as much as Donnelly’s talking is outwardly showy, Argyle is no less impressive!
If any of you are having a bad day, please consider watching this video of three budgies acting like idiots around lettuce.
(sorry I forgot some crucial thins about not… Like… Rotating it half way through)
More photos of the birds! First two are from last night - I had the tiels with me for a while but between Argyle individually preening my leg hairs and Donnelly trying to lick off my moles, it was just too ticklish to let then stay on me!
The rest are from this morning. We let the tiels onto the windowsill in the bedroom, where Donnelbird strutted around singing (and talking) and Argyle mostly played with the string hanging down from the blinds. In one photo, you can see Donnelly wandered too close to her. He adores Argyle but she has absolutely no patience for him! It’s a bit sad; I’ll start in on scratching Argyle and she’ll close her eyes and then he’ll creep up and lean his face into her feathers while she’s distracted, but then inevitably she will recognize the non-finger shape of his beak and she’ll whip around to yell at him. Poor guy! But if you want her to like you, you have to stop making her mad so often!!
Last three are of Esther, who is a very young English budgie female. Of the three, she’s the quickest to climb out of an open door and investigate the surroundings, so she’s also the easiest to get an unobscured photo of. She doesn’t seem to like the camera much though. Esther is tame enough to sit on your finger, and if you whistle she will sidle up close to your lips while peering around quizzically as if she believes there might be another budgie hiding behind you somewhere, but in true budgie hen form she is also nippy!
Oh - and after a year of persistence, they have finally all started eating the pellets!
Further adventures in needle-felting: a little male zebra finch! While making this one, I learned how to make nice tight tails and beaks by pinching them between your fingers as you felt them.
On a somewhat related note - I really want finches! But not until I move out of the petless hellhole I’m currently stuck in for another year, sigh. Also, I have a problem in which I really really especially love some of the more exotic (and expensive) finches. D:
I took a (slightly blurry, sorry) video of Donnelly talking and singing! He’s only about 6 months old, and cockatiels don’t often learn to talk, so it’s kind of amazing that he’s already started saying a few pretty clear words. The only word he says in this is “peekaboo”, but he also sings “if you’re happy and you know it”, wolf whistles, and if I remember correctly makes kissy noises?? (Never mind, not in this video!) He’ll also say “Donnelbird” but I haven’t gotten video of that yet!
They are all mine, yes! And then another bird not pictured there - a white and lavender colored female budgie named Esther, who is the puff queen. Feathers, feets, eggs… There’s nothing about birds that isn’t absolutely precious XD
First: a series of photos depicting what happens when you try to take a photo of Donnelbird.
Second: itchiness prompts strange friendships! Argyle won’t let Donnelly preen her but she’s strangely okay with asking Ripley to do it. Unfortunately, Ripley doesn’t understand her request and tries to give her kisses instead, so Argyle eventually gets annoyed and nips at him, too. Also - a rare glimpse of Rygel, our tiniest and oldest bird but also a very skittish little dude!
I really enjoyed Guardians of the Galaxy, but I’ve been thinking, and here are some simple proposed changes to the film that could have easily been implemented that would have made it a little less irritating in the sexism department.
Somewhat spoilery stuff beneath the cut:
I would definitely agree with all of this, and it’s probably also a large part of the reason that I found the movie fun, but ultimately without a lot of rewatch value… I get the impression that the emotional thread of the movie was supposed to depend a lot on Peter and Gamora’s relationship (not to say that the entirety of it did! just a significant percentage), which I couldn’t engage with because it just wasn’t anything new. Actually having them bond over parallel experiences would have been much more interesting.
Btw, as far as the space thing goes - I won’t begrudge the movie for this, but you actually don’t freeze very quickly in the vacuum of space! It’s super cold, sure, but there’s no air for your body heat to dissipate into so you actually cool down very very slowly. You also don’t explode in space, either (which they did get right) - so long as you let the air escape from your lungs, you should be fine (other than the whole “stuck in space with no air in your lungs” thing of course).
Trying to work out the art muscles, it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve drawn something…so I did a Bane study. I love the shapes he makes in heavy shadow.