Twopiece

A lot of people have asked me how my first bird ended up with his name.  Twopiece and Maxie came home with me in the spring of 1998. Their previous owner had returned them. Why I do not know. Their age was unknown as well as their names.

While Maxie was named by my young son her bonded mate was a different story. As in most families that include pets naming is something major. You can’t just give the animal any name. This takes some thinking. There are times that some names just fall into place and suits the animal.

When my son named Maxie she well looked like a Maxie to my son so it was a no brainer. Twopiece was different. I was in the car with my husband and a friend one day.

Me: “I can’t seem to think of the right name for my male tiel.”

Friend; “ I know what you can call him.”

Me: “Really? Go on.”

Friend: “You should call him Twopiece. He is about the size of a two piece chicken meal deal at KFC”

All of us busted out laughing for it just struck us as funny and we continued to where ever we were going. But that did stick for every time I looked at my little male bird that name kept coming up. He was not particularly very big. Maxie was twice his size.

Approaching him one day I said, “Good Morning Twopiece.”

He looked up and started to sing. Now of course this is not earth shattering but the name suited him so well. It has stuck and now I can’t even remember the other names I had tossed around in my head after bringing him and Maxie home.

Twopiece is not the average name one would call a pet regardless of the species but I can truly not see him being called anything but this. It fits him like a glove..

My Therapy Warriors

Due to a recent surgery it is hard for me to sit up for long periods of time. So today I will be sharing some of my little therapy warriors with you all instead of a long post.

This is my sole finch Cosmos. Finches live anywhere between the ages of 5-8 years old or at least that is what I have been told. But when he lost his mate last year I was sure he would be gone within a few months if I did not replace her. Yet he is still among us and living at the ripe old age of 13.

These are my keets, Cory and Snowball. I rescued them in May of 2011 when they were a year old.

These are my tiels who have been my true therapy warriors over the years.

Twopiece is my first bird ever and he adopted me in 1998. I am not sure how old he was when I got him but he has been with us for close to 15 years old. He is my buddy.

This is BJ and my sweetie pie. We got him when he was four months old in April of 1999.

This is Angel, my feisty little man. He was also adopted when he was four months old a year after BJ came home.

Nye is the son of Twopiece and Maxie. She came home with Twopiece in 1998 but we lost her a few years back. Nye is the perfect combination of his parents. He looks like his dad but has the girth of his mama.

Most people know about my youngest child Jasper who was five when he came home with us in Oct of 1999

Hobbies Part 1

 

 

 

Is there such a thing as having too many hobbies? I have quite a few. For the most part I hate being bored, simply hate it. Along with that I like to continually learn and improve myself even if is something that is small.

 

My first love is the one I have for books. The feel and smell of one in my hands is one that I continue to enjoy. A good book can take you places that you are not able to visit. A good book helps you forget as your mind is captured by the plot and various characters inside. It is ok to hate one of the people involved it just makes the book more awesome for me. My small problem is I don’t give up my books easily, neither does my husband, so my house soon could become it’s own library.

I am not sure if I can call my birds a hobby or not but they are definitely a love of mine. I have eight and each one has his own distinct and unique personality. Frequently I will take some time to bond with each and every one of them. But I have to make sure I block out enough time. Once I start I am not able to stop until all of them have gotten some mama love. I can’t place favorites on them or at least show it. The way they preen and sing to me is a simple pleasure I wish you all could enjoy. They are fascinating animals and any one who feels they can’t be as awesome as cats and dogs, well they have never been around or owned by one. For that is what it comes down to it, they own me and know it. The time flies as life goes on and my mind clears as they tell me every thing that has gone on since we lasted connected. That for me is pure joy.

Thanks to my husband my love of photography has grown from a simple snap and shoot camera to my digitals. While I am not as experience as my husband is, I am getting there. Due to pawn shops and layaways I have accumulated quite a few. This is a nice time for my husband and I to be together and enjoy a common love. The hours fly by as I try to work on this craft. To get just the right picture that one can be proud of is another simple pleasure that can last for days. It may take me endless shots to get the perfect one but it is worth it.

 

To be continued…