Herb time this morning for the fiends. They are as loud and boisterous as ever.
Charlie and Snowy have been preening each other and everyone is singing almost in tune.. 🙂
Got a great photo of little Lilek flying towards me yesterday.
It makes him look a little more chunky than he is cos his wings are behind him and it makes them look short.
Look at the eager expression on his little chops 🙂
The birds had an afternoon nap in Budgingham Palace this afternoon all together with no bickering. It was very quiet.
They’re not quiet at the moment they’re all whistling along to the radio having feasted on Basil, Trill and various seed sticks. Not to mention bashing mirrors and general larking about.
It’s a tough life being a budgie..
Monty in a staring competition with a pigeon.
Custard and Roswell are at the top of their game
Ding that bell, I just dare you
Seed sticks taste better upside down
Told you I could get to the top first Blueboy!
Nine for a nap?
Did you have to take a photo when I had my beak full?
I am standing up as straight as I can, take the photo!
Get aaaahhhhht of the kitchen you horrors!
Today like every day I had to chase Dumpling and Sky out of the kitchen several hundred times, it’s a dace we like to have. They waddle in making as much racket as they can muster, knowing full well I will run in and chase them out again shouting “get out naughty boys, I have told you not to go into the kitchen”
I could close the door, and I sometimes do, but the thing is it blocks the air flow into the front room. Also I need to maintain my physique somehow and budgie chasing is as close to sport as I get these days,
Get aaaahhhhht of the kitchen you horrors!
The birds had some Thyme today which they mostly ignored, caught Sky nibbling on it for a few seconds. Made the house smell lovely though.
Water Way to have a good Thyme
Where is Custard, can you spot her?
There she is, pigging on and standing on a Trill Topper. Roswell is peering in.
Snowy and Jerry with head in seed troughs
Blueboy we really must stop meeting like this, the other will start to talk.
I have told you a thousand times, I, Monty, King of the budgies rule this house and everything and person in it. You are a wheelybird and have no rights or power here.
I am the boss!
If I can pull this piece of millet off the side of the cage then I can hide it for later
For the budgies the day was just a blur
“Roswell I can see your vent, come down at once” says Jerry
Monty sometimes got flashbacks from ‘Nam when he saw too much greenery
“Jerry and I weren’t getting up to anything, honest” pleaded Roswell
What do you want Marlow? – leave us be to eat our food.
Roswell Rocks out with some Basil!
Tasty Millet treat
Roswell works off the excess calories!
Monty has been enjoying throwing a purple bell-ball off of the top of the cage onto the floor. He will then look over the edge to see where it landed 🙂
Do your budgies throw things?
I have been out three times already today – once to the Post Office, then to Mudchute Train Station and then to see the Doctor, each time I got squawked at by Dumpling for leaving. He even tries to climb into my shoe as I am putting it on and flaps his wings at the Velcro as I pull it together.
When I got back from the third trip he had decided that I wasn’t allowed to go out again and attached himself firmly to my foot, determined not to let me move!
He is one determined little blighter isn’t he!
It’s a nice morning for admiring yourself in the mirror don’t you think?
Featheredfiends 