my bird, an african grey cockatiel named blue (he’s yellow), has been with me for 8 years. nicole and i always assumed he was a boy. i think the differentiating feature is the color of the skin/bone/whatever around their nose holes.
today, i have definitive proof that he is female. there’s an egg in his food bowl. it’s slightly oblong and smaller around than a nickel. it appears to have drops of some kind of light watery fluid on it. blue was intermittently sitting on it and looking at it.
what do i do with this egg? i guess i’ll have to throw it away when i change his food. i was on my way to change his (i’m still going to use male pronouns) food this morning when i found it.. i think he has enough to sit with/on it for awhile. cockatiel.org suggests letting him have it for a week or two. they also suggest reducing the amount of light he gets. i can’t do that. this apartment is too light. plus, he loves the filtered sunlight.
i ordered a digital slr and it’s supposed to be delivered, today. maybe i can take pictures, tonight.
i had some pretty crazy vivid dreams last night. i was waking up and recounting one of them and my phone rang. one of my friends (actually, capital f friends) whom i reconnected with this last weekend, after 9 or 10, called at that moment. she had a crazy dream and wanted to tell me about it. is it something in the water? i think english needs more acronyms. let’s start with stst, meaning: “same thought, same time”.
i looked up the palo alto monthly meeting. i think i’ll go this weekend. the following weekend, i’ll be in idaho falls w/my kids (yay!) and will likely go to catholic mass. 7 or 8 years ago, i realized that i have the same centered, peaceful feeling after mass that i have after a quaker meeting. it surprised me, given how differently i’d spent the hour.