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Like babies, cockatiels love to play the “drop and retrieve” game. As in, they drop it (whatever “it” is) and you retrieve it. Cockatiels also love anything that crinkles or crunches. If it is securely encased in crinkly, crunchy packaging, even better. I first discovered Pearl’s fondness for fortune cookies when I came home withContinueContinue reading “Smack the Fortune Cookie”

Just like I tend to assume everyone is my age, Pearl tends to assume everyone is an avian. Some of us just wear our feathers on the inside. Which is why, perhaps, I noticed her studying one of my mom’s “birds” with such fascination. It started like this: And then things started to get weird:ContinueContinue reading “There’s Always a Longer Bird”

Occasionally someone mentions to me that I might be just a tad too enthusiastic about birds in general, and my bird in particular. Who me? Usually I promptly conclude that I have no idea what they could be talking about, after which I return to the enjoyable task of reading through the large stack ofContinueContinue reading “An Eagle Named Freedom”

It is impossible not to love a cockatiel. I say that with total objectivity of course (it has nothing to do with the fact that I just so happen to cohabitate with the prettiest, smartest, sweetest cockatiel in the whole world. ;-)) So of course on holidays, birthdays, or any day really, everyone wants theirContinueContinue reading “Family Portraits”

I like to make spinach and fruit smoothies. Pearl likes to help. More specifically, she likes to nibble the spinach leaves and admire her reflection in the shiny face of the blender. Although technically, in a cockatiel’s world that probably qualifies as “helping”.

Fellow bird enthusiast Raimy Rosenduft recently emailed me to share an exclusive trailer from the upcoming HBO documentary film series. Seems he had stumbled across our own feathery superstar and figured any blog with such good taste in subject matter might be interested in previewing similar visionary work that features Pearl’s wild cousins. Good thinking,ContinueContinue reading “Birders: The Central Park Effect”

As previously discussed in detail, Pearl’s palate could rival any 5-star gourmet chef. Thai, Mexican, Southwestern, American, waffles (a food category in itself with Pearl) …. and Asian. Specifically, Asian rice noodles. This is the dish when I first crack open the container: Before long, a certain feathery someone expresses interest. A separate portion ofContinueContinue reading “The Early Bird Gets the….Worms?”

I (heart) banana flavored Laffy Taffy. In so doing, I am very much aware that the nutritional value reading here tends towards zero and far on past into the realm of toxic. I also know that “banana flavored” has nothing to do with anything that might bear the color, shape, or flavor of an actualContinueContinue reading “Laffy Taffy Goes Boom”

I was stuck in the airport, once again waiting on a connecting flight (this happens to me all the time during my spring travels for eating disorders awareness week) when I happened to wander past a bookshop and spy the title “Birdology”. Of course I went right in. Little did I know that the author,ContinueContinue reading “Birdology”

As the Alpha (and only) bird in the household, Pearl sees her role from a supervisory perspective. She doesn’t see any need to ask permission, either. As an interesting adjunct to the What’s Yours is Mine rule, Pearl also awards herself right of first refusal on every new object that enters her sphere. And sheContinueContinue reading “My Bird, My Boss”