Here’s what I’ve been talking about.  I caught them kissing and grooming in front of the mirror.

I’ve been reading up on how to coax them not to be so afraid of me.  The trick, as always, is to lure them into my hand using food and be patient.  Food, I can do.  It’s the patience I’m not so good at.

I’ve downloaded two mp3s from online that I can play while I’m out of the room that trains them to say “Hello, Baby”  and “Wanna eat?”  I’ve also ordered a CD of similar phrases that I can play for them.  Maybe they’ll learn to say something someday and I can show you some video of them talking.

In other news… wait, there isn’t really any other news.  I eat, I lift weights, I eat, I feed dogs and birds, I write and take pictures, I sleep.  Pretty dull, actually.  Good thing I like it that way.

Moments before I took this picture, Mrs Lovett was fixing Sweeney’s ‘hair.’

I think Sweeney and Mrs Lovett are both male.  According to the bird book, if their nares (noses/nostrils) are blue, they’re male.  Both these guys have bluish purple nares.

I also think they’re gay, because they’ve been spending a LOT of time grooming each other in the last few days.

I also think they’re retarded, because they don’t chirp much, despite me playing music for them all the stinking time, plus they don’t play on their ladders or toys as much as I think they should.

PLUS, after living here with me for a week, with me giving them food and water and toys, they still want nothing to do with me.  I stick my hand in there and they act like I’m going to make parakeet fricassee out of ‘em.  I don’t care that they like each other more than me, but I’m offended they’re still afraid of me.  I wouldn’t hurt a fly.

I told them if I wanted to eat birds, I’d get KFC.  They weren’t amused.

I have gay retarded birds.

Mrs. Lovett is curious, while Sweeney feigns disinterest.

Actually, it’s Sweeney who had been the most active since coming into their new home.  He’s been up to the seed dish and had breakfast.  He even did some chirping this morning. 

Mrs. Lovett, on the other hand… I haven’t seen her do anything but sit – either on the floor of the cage or on that perch.  She hasn’t eaten (as far as I know) or sipped water or anything.  Of course, she may only move around when I leave the room. 

I’ve become so fascinated by birds, that I got a couple of my very own.

Here’s the cage

And here are the birds.

The blue one is Sweeney.  The white one is Mrs. Lovett.

Yes, I’ve seen the play, both with the original cast from the early 80s (on VHS and DVD) and on stage (in person) a few years ago.  I’ve also seen the Johnny Depp movie.  Twice.  I love everything about it.

And yes, I’m going to try to blog more often.  But you know us introverted creative types, off in our own little worlds all the time, ever observant of, but feeling no need to participate in or even comment on, the world at large.