Mr. Cheeseball

This is a pic. of my peach front conure Cheeseball.
He came with the name!
As far as i can tell he is appx. 35 years old and should have many good years left.
When he first came here he would fly across the room to attack me-viciously I might add.
It took almost 3 years of constant attention,many bags of treats,and at least a dozen boxes of band-aids to be able to interact with him.
Now he is my best bird friend!
Some how,when he finally decided to allow me into his life,something in me changed.I have gone from a quick tempered,no patience person to a much more accepting person-I hope.
I have a small flock of 6 parrots all of them rescues and all of them arriving with various types of problems.
Now after time,patience and love ,they seem like very different little creatures.
On a different note,typing is difficult today-I fell down and hurt my wrist yesterday!
just another stupid people trick.Another cold grey day so I'll go get warm.

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Birdbrain

Last night I watched Martin Scorsese's retrospective of Bob Dylan.I found it strange that the memories of that time(60's) were very strong and yet the sound of Dylan's voice was like chalk on a blackboard.Odd how time changes our ears!!
Typing today is a bit of a chore-fell over yesterday and sprained my wrist.Just another stupid people trick.Hopefully it will be better tomorrow.

The First Time

Welcome to my first ever blog.I will be discussing anything and everything that interests me.
This might be eye opening to me as well as everyone else.
Strangely enough,I have nothing to say right now,except-it's cold,wet and very grey today-so am I.