bits and bobs

I thought it was about time I posted something. These are my pills for the month. Months go by slower when you’ve a few pills to swallow everyday. Especially when you know that they work. Makes the months all the frustrating, they plod by, because this is the best the pills can do for you. Dampen your energy and change your personality.
Or maybe that’s just the depression talking.
Ask me tomorrow.

This is the Grof, out cockateil JoJo. I won’t go into the reasons why she’s called the grof, it’s along story that doesn’t go anywhere but I will tell you that she has Spring Fever. Also known as three months of noise. She’s broody and wants babies, that much is obvious, and during the slightly quieter seasons, you forget that she goes through the bird version of pms. And I sympathise, I really do, it’s just, you can’t explain to her that there will be no blokes, no babies. I’ve tried, really I have. And of course there are birds all around me, including a pair of blackbirds nesting in my garden. They chose the spot because of the steam from the boiler come out almost opposite their post, tucked into the wall, hidden in the bushes.

JoJo starts talking to the birds around half eight most mornings, as if she’s waited long enough since dawn for us to wake up before trying to coax some birds into the house. Because they can get through the windows, even though she can’t get out. It’ll pass all this, hopefully before she decides to build a nest or lay eggs (it’s happened).

Doesn’t help that there is a male cockateil next door….

And it’s not just JoJo. I walked to the doctors this morning, and watched the ducks. All they were doing was chasing the drakes around the water. The drakes were less than amused. The swans were preening, just chilling and preening themselves into perfection.

On the way home from the doctors I could hear something that sounded a lot like JoJo screaming and shouting but not quite. I looked up and saw a sparrow sitting outside a window of a flat above a shop, listening and talking to the budgie or whatever was living in the flat.

Three months. At least she’s quieter at night. Quieter.