Mighty Fine Apple

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We don’t grow a lot of apples in our yard in Southern California, so I have to show off this big beautiful Granny Smith.

I enlisted Dodger’s help to give it some scale, and then the California topo map because…boosterism, I guess.  This apple was grown between the L.A. Basin an the Mojave Desert, due west of Dodger’s right toenail.

Ulitmately, I think this photo says more about Dodger’s patience with his humans than it does about fruit or California.

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Antici— pation!

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So!  In a couple of days it will be my birthday, and what do you know, two packages arrived in the mail today!

I thought maybe I should wait to open the outer packaging in case the insides weren’t wrapped, but the Artful Dodger would have none of that. He knows that packages are for opening. (He also knows that wonderful things come out of Trader Joe’s bags and is all over those while we try to unpack.)

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“This corner right here comes apart!”

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Partial success. There’s shiny stuff inside.

But for that we will wait until Friday. Fun to have packages waiting on the table. Thanks Kitty and Pegerty!

 

Everything Comes Apart

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Destructo—erm, Dodger–playing with an actual toy we bought him.  Parrot philosophy includes the concept that everything comes apart. He’s good at dismantling all sorts of things we’d rather him not dismantle.

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Lately his interest in how things sound when they hit the floor has escalated to how things sound when they shatter on the tiles.  He broke this lovely tiny bowl made my our friend Glenn Scrivner a few weeks ago.

It’s really hard not to get angry with him when he does things like this, especially when it’s one of a kind. Making a big fuss only encourages more of the same behavior, though. Because the point is not only the sound, but the reaction he gets from us. “Ooh!  A ruckus!  Isn’t this so much more fun than ‘Modern Family’ reruns?”

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The other night he pushed the salt mate to this vintage pepper shaker at least six inches across the counter to its demise.  We had to go right out and clean it up, which we tried to do without much comment. But this was not a fun loss. Hydra had a set like this in his childhood kitchen.  We spent a lot of time a couple of years ago  hunting down first the pepper shaker and then the salt in different shops because as a set they are ridiculously overpriced.

It was a fun pursuit–which we will undertake again–but I don’t like that we removed a vintage thing from the world.  Also, these wide mouthed shakers are wonderful for cooks.  Lots of supply right there on the counter and easy to unscrew and dip a measuring spoon into.

We try to let him hang out in the kitchen by himself because he’s good 92% of the time. He plays in the wooden submarine playbox Hydra made for him, or looks out the window, or yeah, tries to get into the drawers and throw stuff out. So our drawers are tied up with bungee cords right now. Sigh.

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And yes, he also broke a ROCK the other day!  This is a slice of caliche I picked up in central Texas when we were there a couple of years ago. I like rocks, fossils, and inexpensive reminders of places I’ve been.

Then he does stuff like wake me up in the morning with  “Hello?  Hello?” Pause. “Sally?  Wanna cuddle?”   The joys of parrothood.

 

 

Happy Hatchday!

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Dodger turned 19 today!  Phenom sent him a birthday card.   She’s so corn.

A little weirded out by his birthday pie, which looks as though it may contain four and twenty blackbirds.

When it was ascertained that the pie, in fact, contained cherries all was right with the world again.

He spent a lot of the day tearing up a box from the inside out.

Hydra and I are so glad we have a pet who is 19 and still breathing.  We love this little guy so much, and he keeps doing new things every year.  Life with a parrot is never static.