What do you do when your bird lays eggs?
No, she doesn’t have a husband.
This is the second time Tibby has laid eggs. The first time was 2-3 years ago and she laid seven eggs. Gaaaaaa! She kept on laying because I kept on removing the eggs. This time she’s laid three eggs. She accidentally smashed the first one so I did remove that, but I’m letting her sit on the other two eggs. I don’t know what else to do. She pulls a little felt toy along the bottom of the cage, smushes it down onto the towel I placed there, and rolls the eggs onto it. Then she fluffs her feathers and sits on top of everything. Oh boy. I don’t know how long it will take her to lose interest.
In the meantime she’s not eating much at all. I hope she’ll be okay. Who knew egg laying was so difficult? Outside birds seem to manage without our interference.
So listen up– Wait… What was I about to say?
Sorry. I am still such a zombie. Reading The Conqueror series by Conn Iggulden, which is damn good. Daaaaaamn good! Thanks to Tom Stronach for the rec. I had to order all five books from England but they are so worth it. I devoured Wolf of the Plains and Lords of the Bow in record time and now I’m into Bones of the Hills. If you read one series this year – pick this series.
Haven’t worked on anything – I promise I will get to at least one of my works of fiction eventually. Just when you think you’ll have time to write fantasy, real life intervenes. Ain’t it the truth.
My thoughts are with my dear friend, J.W. Manus, who has been evacced due to fires in Colorado and our good bud, Tom Stronach, who is ready to thump a few heads in his thwarted quest for necessary surgery.
My dad got better. My son in law is improving. My dog is in the car because he’s bored and wants to go for a ride. Also he’s getting freaked out by our travel schedule. Jake has developed a bad case of suitcase-itis. I drove ‘Oscar’ to the airport yesterday so he could help another one of our kids make a school-related move. Seems as if he and I are two ships passing in the night. One barely arrives home and the other leaves. That was pretty much our spring and that’s pretty much how the rest of our summer looks.
When he returns, I may head back up to Montana. The end of July I travel to Boston and from there catch a train and a bus to Maine to help the third kid move back to California. As soon as I get home, ‘Oscar’ heads off to Minnesota to visit family and goes on to Ohio for a wedding. When he gets home I head to Los Angeles for a wedding reception. This is getting freaky — I’m worried Jake will develop a case of permanent suitcase-itis and the bird will still be sitting on eggs come September.
Next week, regular schedule… I hope.