George Zahora Has Gone Beyond the X Dimension
@georgezahora
(He/Him) IT Exec. Composer/Sound Designer. Occasional Playwright. Retired Music Journalist. Maker of foolish and whimsical comments. Person. Doctor Who fan. Black lives matter. Trying to be kind. I like frogs, toads, salamanders, newts, birds, goats, etc
Lutino parakeet The Warlike Smalus may be almost nine weeks old, but he is not yet too grown up to visit his mother, Hugh Oatcake (behind him).
Thanks to The Warlike Smalus, the water dish is now just a swimming pool. Apparently they've all been craving a pool party.
At eight weeks old, lutino parakeet The Warlike Smalus has revealed that one of his ancestors was apparently a duck.
Say hello to "Fishing", which used to cause me no end of consternation (of the "Omg, a new #DoctorWho book" variety) when I spotted the spine or back cover in the rotating rack of my local bookshop. I eventually bought it to stop that happening.
It was worth hunting down some of my 20+-year-old gig photos to say this again: Rest in Peace, Glen Hansard.
The men who cut the grass are working today, and The Warlike Smalus is vexed about that. This is HIS territory and he will repeatedly (and potentially painfully) bite the fingers of any would-be invaders.
Eight-week-old parakeets Limoncello (left) and Early have never seen a thunderstorm before, and they are fairly certain that they do NOT approve of it.
Seven-week-old lutino parakeet The Warlike Smalus believes that he looks particularly noble perched atop the bird room curtains (which he is also slowly eating).
At six weeks old, lutino parakeet The Warlike Smalus is decidedly non-Warlike (other than being a bit bitey). In fact, he's the most cooperative of his siblings. (We're keeping the name, though.)
One of our birds seems to have figured out how to open cage doors, and has let Abednego (shown here) out. Abednego hasn't been loose in over two years. She's feral. Seriously, this is how horror movies start...
The Warlike Smalus is turning out, ironically, to be the tamest of our four baby parakeets. Like his siblings, he is learning that (a) other adult birds expect him to feed himself, and (B) landing on top of other birds is considered rude, even if you are new to flying.
This lovely toad has started sitting outside our front door at night to feast on the bugs that are attracted by the light. I asked it if it wanted to come and live with us but it did not respond.
The Warlike Smalus has finally left the safety of the cage and joined his fellow parakeets in flying around the bird room and making messes for us to clean up.
This is baby parakeet Cove - - younger sibling of Early and Limoncello, older sibling of The Warlike Smalus - - identifiable by her yellow forehead patch. She's very skittish and this is the closest I could get without spooking her.
Now to find a suitable public place to flaunt my indie-rock (or, less flatteringly, old white guy music) cred by reading this...
This is Limoncello, clutchmate, fellow lutino and slightly older brother or sister to The Warlike Smalus. Limoncello is deciding whether they want to climb this ladder (they eventually did).
Baby parakeet The Warlike Smalus (it's from The Winter's Tale) considered making today the day he attempted to fly for the first time, but subsequently thought better of it.
Baby parakeet Early is up and ready to tackle a busy day of pretending to be an adult parakeet.
Say hello to The Warlike Smalus, the youngest of Hugh Oatcake's babies, who continues our tradition of naming birds after deep cut Shakespeare characters. (The warlike Smalus is mentioned in The Winter's Tale, and the name suits this guy's size and temperament.)
Say hello to Early, the oldest of Hugh Oatcake's batch of babies. "Early" may seem like an obvious bird name, but it's fitting as she is flying, perching and climbing well before her siblings. She is also almost identical to her mother.
Baby lutino parakeet #1 is almost ready to tackle the big, wide world (aka our bird room)...
It's weird how baby parakeets look like weird alien dinosaurs until one day when they suddenly start looking like parakeets.
The baby parakeets are doing well and looking more like actual birds (and less like tiny, freaky dinosaurs) every day. Amazingly, two of them appear to be albinos, although you can't really see it here.
The baby parakeets are wide awake and looking around! (There are still four of them, but the littlest one is hiding in the corner.)
Our female parakeet Hugh Oatcake has hatched four of her six recent eggs, and the two oldest babies came out of the nest for "walking around practice" today.
Last night's "Clearing out mom's basement" find - purchased in 1977. This is actually my second copy as my tape recorder eventually ate the first one.
Update: Parakeet Hugh Oatcake has now hatched *four* of the six eggs in her secret nest on the credenza. My suggested baby names (DeTh, Famine, War and Pestilence) were not received well.
While getting some stuff out of my mother's basement, I was delighted to be reunited with this old friend. It needs a thorough cleaning, and sadly the various cargo modules and magnet-topped 'toxic waste' drums have been lost to time, but I'm still thrilled to have it back.
I know I'm really dating myself, but... Who remembers these guys? (I found my collection last night, after years of wondering where it was.)
Twinkle wishes a happy #WorldFrogDay to all who celebrate! (And if you don't celebrate it, what's wrong with you?)