Clean Rope Perches for Chester July 9, 2007
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good evening everybirdie. How are we all doing this day?? I’m doing good.
Mom took my rope perches out of my cage. Can you believe that. That stupid vet man told her she needed to rid of them and out they came.. Why she be listening to him?? He don’t know what makes me happy. Stupid vetman, Hmmmmph!!!! Oh, wait…Here she come with my perches. She said she just took them out of the dyer. They were all dryer, why she put them in there for?? So silly she is. I’ve got to watch were she is putting them. Got to make sure she gets it right. Ok, she got in my cage…….I’m hanging over the side so I can see what she’s doing….She turning the white thing that hold it on….I’ve got to run to the back now, hold on…….She’s opening my playtop..Why is she doing that?? I don’t what it open now…….Oh, she putting my perch on the bar, she turning the the white thing………….YIPPY!!!!! I’ve got my rope perch back. I’m so excited. Maybe mom was just doing what some friends on line told her to do about cleaning them. Maybe I’ll get to keep them. YIPPY!!! Now I’ve got to go stomp across my cage and show mom who’s boss. STOMP STOMP STOMP!!! That was me stomping in front of mom.
Last night I got to watch some fireworks. They were pretty. The nieghbores all came out just after the rain storm cleared up. They set them off. You would see this bright line in the sky then it would turn into a whole bunch of little lights. These littles light came in all kinds of colors. Oh, so pretty. I really like them. Mom held me really good and I wasn’t scared. I even tried to make the load squeaky noise that they made when the went up in the sky. Mom lit a sparkla. It was pretty too but I really like the ones in the sky. One went “BOOM”…I jumped just a little. Mom said I was such a brave bird.
Mom made so Yucky ribs for first supper tonight. I tried dem and spit it right back out, YUCK!!! It think it was the sauce on thems…Really yucky. Mom also made peas. Dad loves peas. Them are not good either. I picked one up and threw it across the table..Then I ran after it and tossed it back. Why would I want to eat a little grean ball. You play with them not eat them. Human are just to wierd, eating balls when you should play with them. I played with the one mom gave me. I kept tossing it around the table and chasing after it. Dad said I was not right. But I was having so much fun with this pea. Mom just laughed at me. I even rolled that pea over mom ribs and made it yucky with that sauce. So she got me another pea to play with. It was fun to play with it. Eating it is not so good. I got a little excited while I was playing with my second pea the it….it…it mushed in my beaker. Oh it was yucky. I spit out and rubbed the grean slime on mom’s shirt. She said that wasn’t nice but that’s what she’s there for. Tehehehe.
It’s getting late so off to bed with me…on my nice clean rope perch
Chester P Featherbutt—–who’s not eating grean balls
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