I carried my laziness a bit too far. After doing not much during the daylight hours, I watched the Basketball game last night, then went into Netflix and binged on 4 movies. Yep, you read that right. FOUR! Back to back. So…ended up getting to bed at 6:30 this morning, knowing already that I would be quite useless for the rest of the day.
And yes, it was ‘sucky’ movies, the feel-good ones. Anything with animals will make the grade, as long as the animal is alive at the end of it. Comedy, rag to riches, or from arrogant riches back to basic goodness, people surviving odds to come out a winner, most sci-fi – all those can hold my interest. Once upon a time I would enjoy the war or mafia stuff, but maybe the age card is changing what I want to do with my wasted time. Give me laughter or tears, but not fears and disgust.
Speaking of war… I don’t believe that I told you about the incident with my mouthy bird on Monday? I was just leaving for work when I realized that I hadn’t refreshed the water in the cage. I knew Karen couldn’t do it, Pistache still tries to bite her if she’s even close, so I quickly walked over and reached in to remove the bowl. Too quickly maybe? My hand was no sooner there than she flew at me, squawking, and bit me HARD. It HURT, and was bleeding from both puncture marks. Shocked reaction on my part, I yelled then immediately doused her with the water that was left in the bowl. I was furious, scolding her all the while I doctored the bite, then walked back with the bowl full of water and doused her again. She was screeching at me and I was screeching back – fishwives or what? My temper didn’t do me any favors – I had to hurry to change and clean the bottom of her cage before I could go, and finally got to work with only 5 minutes to spare. I felt guilty for the rest of the day, of course; no matter how nasty her behaviour, she is only a bird. I am supposed to be the all wise human caretaker here. When I got home that night and approached her, she backed off, not coming for any cuddling at all, so I let her be, knowing that it could take a day or two for us to regain our trust in each other. The next morning I talked to her softy as I opened the cage doors, then stood quietly. She was hesitant, but slowly came to me to offer her morning loving, rubbing her head under my chin, mumbling ‘Hello Pistache’ over and over, as usual. She got a few more treats than normal that day. Apologies done, and amends have been made, and that makes me SMILE.
It was nice to get some SMILES back!! A repeat?
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 