Not much of a birthday really as Mr H had to jet off to a city too far away to drive to for a work related meeting; this meant I got to sit alone in the house with my cupcake and sing happy birthday to me just like an episode of south park.
1. If three pre-teen girls plop themselves down on the floor of the train and one girl pulls a bottle of nail polish out of her book bag; the other two will immediately go "ooooohhhh" 2. If, in the past month you treat yourself to pedicures in salons separated by 7500 miles or so and you close your eyes to listen to the manicurists chatter away amongst themselves (probably commenting on how wretched your big ole' feet are) what are the odds the shop owners have the same surname. 3. Baby boys everywhere seem to have heads too large for their bodies. 4. As soon as you mop the kitchen floor and the floor is dry, you will drop a piece of toast on it - butter side down. If you drop toast on the floor and it lands butter side up, you know it's time to mop.
The purchase and (temporary) installation in the house of the lorikeets have led us to discover that Albert, while very cute, is evil.
We set up the lori's cage near Albert's - Albert immediately began flinging himself at the bars of his cage and screeching. I figured he was afraid and moved his cage away from the lori's; since Albert always chirped back at the lorikeets that fly around the neighbourhood, I figured he just needed to get use to having company nearby.
The reason Albert chirps at the lorikeets flying around is not because he is crying "come here, I'm being held prisoner, please come help me".
He is chirping at them to say "If I get out I'll do you mate, 'ats right, I'll do you".
Because Albert is a thug.
He tries to escape from his cage to get at Larry, Moe & Curly (ok, 3 birds, they're clowns, wtf would you have named them?). He flings his food dish to the ground trying to escape via the feed dish route.
And I know he's in his little nest/bird warmer thingie (that I got him because I felt sorry for him) muttering under his birdy beak that once he gets free, the lori's are history. Just like Georgie.
When the bird known as Georgie passed on to the big bird cage in the sky I was devastated. We did not rush out and buy a replacement bird as we were going to go on holiday soon & thought it better to seek out another bird when we got back from holiday.
So, the day after we got back to Oz Mr H & I traipsed off to the bird place.
And instead of another love bird, or even a couple of common budgies, we came home with a scaly breasted lorikeet.
Actually we came home with 3 scaly breasted lorikeets. Yes, 3.
Fully intending to keep said lorikeets in the big bird cage in the house.
We were mad. Crazed by grief perhaps. Jet lagged to the point that our judgement was impaired. Because these birds, while clever (they are already making "hello" noises) shit. In massive quantities. Projectile shitting even.
Guess who is supposed to clean up the shit?
And guess who will be building an outdoor bird aviary this coming weekend?