I suppose when you have a public blog (even if it isn't read by many people) you tend to edit your life a bit. Of course this blog is all about birds, but even so, I don't always tell everything about them. Maybe because I'm a little lazy, or don't have a picture, or the picture shows off a little too much poop, or I mean to but then forget. Or maybe because if you write about it in your blog, it makes it more real, and you're not quite ready for that yet.

Bruce and I have been thinking about getting a new bird. We're going to visit him tomorrow.

We weren't looking for a new bird, in some ways it seems too soon after Peanut's death to get a new Birdy Overlord. But I learned about a parrot that needs a new home, and he likes to watch TV with you in the evening. And he likes it when you sing to him, too. Which makes him just about perfect for us.

His owner has described many wonderful things: he isn't too messy, he isn't too loud, he likes to meet new people and go camping. I'm guessing — although she didn't tell me this — that his poops are pure gold.^* It stands to reason. But really, it was the watching TV part that started the conversation, and makes us think he could be happy with us.

Of course, the day we finally decided to visit the new bird, I spent a long time missing Peanut terribly. Terribly. He was such a good bird.

But I think if we get along with the new bird, it'll be a good thing. It's nice to have a bird to love.

^*Actually, this bird is more than ten times Peanut's size. It's entirely possible his poops are the size of a Finster. Think about it. I know I am.