The budgies greatly enjoy the outdoors by (cage goes out to hang from the the front porch in the am, and goes in at dusk). That is not an uncommon practice in my neighborhood. Interestingly, most of the people who have budgies here are hispanic. Parrots seem quite popular as a pet in that demographic it seems.
Also, keeping the budgies on the porch during the day keeps them away from their new "friend", a kitty named Shania. As a dear friend said (and dear sister imitated by saying) "its risky...you can't reverse thousands of years of evolution". True, but we can make things work. Furthermore, this begs the question, "Is biology destiny?" The biggest problem, is that Shania doesn't realize that the budgies are PEOPLE just like her, and me.
Finally, note that Hedgies is gone from the title; it is now Budgies and Friends. I just can't think about getting another pet now, while I am working with two sets of creatures now. Perhaps a hedgehog will be in the future, but that could be far into the future.
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Shania notes:
Day 083 of my captivity …
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. B*stards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The budgies receives special privileges. They are regularly put outdoors – and seems to be more than willing to return. They are obviously tasty mental defectives.
Magoo has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with
the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now…
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