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I have always said if is bad for my bird- it can't be that good for us either.

Happy Thanksgiving...

Putting aside the historical inacuracies of Thanksgiving, sometimes it is important to take the time to count your blessings. Especially in this current economy, we still have so much to be thankful for. Just a reminder to take a moment and think about the things you are thankful for...

I am thankful for: (In no particular order)
Little blue birdies.


Big brothers

My grandma is ok.

The chance to go back to school.

Cheese.

My mommy who helps me even when I am too stubborn to ask.

My daddy's home made apple pie.

My daddy's home made lemon meringue pie.

My daddy's home made coconut cream pie.

Books.

Lattes.

Talking birds, etc...

So, there are some parakeets who talk up a storm, then there are others who just don't. I just assumed that BabyGoose never had anything to say. I am beginning to think he has been talking to me for awhile and I was the one who wasn't listening. I was sitting here, with my little pooper, watching some Parakeet videos on YouTube... no I am not kidding, he likes to do that, and I noticed that the birds who can talk do so very quickly and in a chattery sounding way that is difficult to understand. If you don't know what you are listening for, you wouldn't be able to understand it as it is often bracketed by other chirps. Goose makes those same chattery noises all the time. So, I have been listening to him more closely. Today, during dinner, I think I heard him say 'sip' and 'I love you.' After I heard what I think he said was 'sip' I gave him a sip of my juice. Sometimes he doesn't want a drink but he totally did that time. Maybe I am imagining it. I totally could be. There are a lot of phrases he could have learned from me. I will be listening for a "ni-night goose" at bedtime.

Long day and it is only half over

So, I had to work today. Maybe had is too strong a word, but I went to work today. I left at about 11:00, stopped at the bank, and then picked up lunch on the way home. There is something you should know about my bird. He loves sandwiches. Really LOVES them. And since his favorite member of his flock is out of town, I did keep that in mind when I chose to pick up a sandwich for lunch. Yes, I am aware I have the most spoiled rotten little parakeet on this earth. I don't know what is worse, the fact that I indulge the little pooper, or the fact that he knows that he is so darn spoiled.

Putting my Goose to bed.

As my father, who is the feathered friend's favorite family member, is traveling to places far and wide, it fell to me to tuck the goose in tonight. I thought I would take a picture. I changed his paper and wiped down the cage bottom. I changed his water and gave him a sip. He kisses his ducky. We all say "ni-night BabyGoose" and cover his cage. He tweets a little good night song to his ducky and then he hops on top of his little blue snuggle hut, (He has NEVER stepped foot in there but he sleeps on top of it. I don't ask.) and we go to bed.