The Thinking Viking loves animals. I cannot recall a time as an adult when I haven’t had a pet of some sort, even if it was just say, a fish tank. Right now, I have my Dwarf Australian Parrot, Cray Z. Bird, to keep me company. We chat and he loves to play “fetch” with spare change, a game we call “Show me the money”- you can watch us here: (play in full screen mode – he moves quick and in small windows it is hard to see the money) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAr4ul5e7Vs .
But, I digress. New friends. At the old place, there was the cat upstairs, the tree frog, the snails, and of course, the turkeys. Here’s a pic and a blog for it. http://thinkingviking.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/talking-turkey-here/ They were my “friends” and it was cool to watch the baby turkeys grow up. So, now, I’m not there…I’m here and this weekend I met two new friends. Mr. Squirrel and Hummingbird. Hummingbird showed up right as we were done cleaning the yard – mentioned before, it needed help, brush cutting, trash removal/recycled yada yada – well Hummingbird shows up and zooms around, then checks out us humans. Hovering right in front of me I swear he looked me in the eye, for a good twenty seconds or so. Days in hummingbird time. Same deal with my human friend – checked her out carefully. Then ZOOM off and about his business. Interesting. If I was the paranoid type I say it was actually a government spy-bird-drone.
Mr. Squirrel showed up as night was approaching. Perched on a limb, same deal as the bird – staring at us. I take some picture – it is a very handsome squirrel, I dare say. Sleek and well fed. Bushy tailed. Dammit, I have a picture, but this blasted laptop isn’t recognizing the memory card. Alright, I’ll add that later. Mr. Squirrel then proceeds to start chatting , I chat back, we go on like this for half an hour at least. He was still up there when I went in for dinner.
And I just realized I neglected to mention that the Dad and son who I moved in with – also are now friends. Things are looking good.
I usually sign off with a “think about it”, but there’s not much to think about this time.
Type at you later.
MJ
