A New Smile for RJ

This is a shameless plug for my friend, RJ. Here is the email that his better half, my friend, Tigger, posted this morning:

"As some of you may or may not know RJ was kicked by a horse back when he was 18. 1 month after getting his braces off. It destroyed his mouth and the doctors and dentist were not the best when trying to get his mouth put back together.

Anyway, 1-800 dentist is doing a contest, $30,000 for dental work for the most voted video. This is where I need YOUR help. Please go on line and vote for RJ's video. you can vote once a day until Dec 1st.

Here is the link
http://www.1800dentist.com/my-smile-bites/robert-p-glendale-ca-dentist-fall09

Thanks"

Please vote for RJ so he can feel confident about his smile again! :)

Say Goodnight, Gracie

While my chest is still purple from the encounter with Byte, I thought it would be a good time to introduce the newest zoo member, Gracie.  She comes from the magnificent Bracken's Bird Farm in Redlands, CA, where they discounted her because one of her toes is not perfect. I think she is just fine precisely the way she is.  Don't you agree?

Gracie is a grey cockatiel and is the new mate for Lemonade, my cinnamon pearly pied tiel, who lost his mate, Lucy, shortly after I moved into the house I currently own.  It is my hope that Gracie will quiet down Lemonade a bit in his bid for attention during feeding times, and throughout each day.

There's Lemonade, nice and quiet, for a change.  He was never loud when Lucy was around.  Of course, they were busy breeding most of the time.  I am not encouraging that with Gracie.  No nests for them!

And while I am old enough to remember George Burns, perhaps not all of my readers are familiar with the end of his show, when he would turn to Gracie Allen and say, "Say goodnight, Gracie," to which she would respond, "Goodnight, Gracie."  I am totally going to teach Lemonade to say, "Goodnight, Gracie."

And then maybe he will stop squawking.

The Byting

It was really cute when I heard the story of how the gecko named Byte bit someone I knew. It was less cute when I learned that she still has a scar on her nose. I made a mental note at that time never to pick up the gecko and hold it in front of my face. I never thought that letting it ride around on my shoulder would be dangerous. I guess I should have thought twice when it slipped down my shirt, but again with the cuteness. I mean, that little yellow spotted face would never hurt ME. Look how cute he/she is!

Chomp.

Ouch!  It hurt so much that I believed he or she had bit my heart. I mean, wow, that’s quite a jaw-span. I’ve seen him/her eat live wiggly worms before. They are snapped into three pieces, dripping off the jaw. There’s a lot of pressure there.

The day after.

It's more purple than you can see here.  From now on, I will view from a distance, and not take the poor lizard for a wild ride on my chest.  Sorry, Byte!