Loki
Splish splash Beaker taking a bath
Jupiter, the Pleiades, and Orion
Still Aligned
Tag: Beaker
Animal Daze
Sturgeon Moon on the set
Spunk, Sasha, Silver
Soft Sturgeon Moon
Søren, Loki, Beaker
Dahlias
Gwendolyn, Marble, Glenda
Afternoon thunderheads over Resa’s Tree
Asleep At The Wheel
Sunrise through Resa’s Tree
Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower
Spunk asleep at the wheel.
Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.
I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.
Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.
Spunk gloving
Sunset
Cheetah in the clouds
Jake-In-The-Box
Venus, Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn among the star, shining through thin clouds and smoke.
A Jake-In-The-Box
Lizard
Western Bluebirds of happiness
Iris
Blue Iris
Mother’s Day roses: Neil Diamond looks like Scentimental. Anna’s Promise, and Vavoom.
Ketchup & Mustard and Vavoom.
Beaker
Søren
Ring around the moon
It’s half the moon it used to be!
Beaker Sees His Shadow
Beaker saw his shadow tonight. Fourteen days of summer left.
The source of Beaker’s shadow.
Flowers & Birds
I believe this is a juvenile Flycatcher.
Beaker, our Gold Cap Conure who we have had for 29 years.
Crow
Søren, our African Gray who is 13 years old.
Through The Humidifier Stripely
Spunk: “It looks like Beaker got a new humidifier.”
Beaker: “I’m looking through it all stripely.”
Gwendolyn: “Quick change Spunk! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Beaker: “Thanks for the new humidifier! I can breathe again.”
Spunk: “How did you do that you little brat?” Gwendolyn: “Ah ah ah ah…”
Gwendolyn: “Magic!”
Spunk: “I look great reflecting on the phone.” Gwendolyn: “I’m outta here.”
Beaker’s old humidifier started leaking, so I got him a new one. No sooner had I taken the humidifier out of the box, than Spunk jumped in it followed by Gwendolyn. Beaker gets his own private humidifier to help him breathe better. It’s so dry here that Beaker wheezes without the humidifier.
Beaker Loves Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes
“Where’s my blueberry buttermilk pancake PapaRATzo?”
Breaker, our 29-year-old Gold Cap Conure, goes nuts over blueberry buttermilk pancakes. He also loves Susan’s blueberry pound cake. I’m thinking that Beaker has genetic memory of his feathered forefathers going out to treetop IHOPs for Sunday breakfast or Sunday Brunch where they enjoyed blueberry buttermilk pancakes. Beaker also loves coffee, donuts, hamburgers, French fries, pizza, huevos rancheros, and similar fare, all of which he rarely gets. But still, the fact that he likes those various types of foods so much leads me to believe he has a genetic memory of a whole feathered fast food industry high in the tops of rainforest canopies.
Beaker’s pancake is the little one on the lower left side of the griddle.
“I’m still waiting!”
“About time you got my order off the griddle.”
“Yum!”
“Yum! Yum!”
“Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!”
It’s been a few years since Laurie made blueberry buttermilk pancakes. Beaker thoroughly enjoyed his pancake as I did mine. The pancakes were delicious.
Glenda and Gwendolyn were not impressed with blueberry buttermilk pancakes. They were more interested in lying around and looking cute.
Birding
Laurie: Do these binoculars need to be cleaned?
Me: Can you see through them?
Laurie: I see a colorful Bird through his dirty windshield.
Me: They don’t need to me cleaned then.
No Bone About It
I was trying to get Beaker to pose for me when Spunk made it very clear that photographing a stinking bird in his presence is completely unacceptable behavior for me to be engaged in. Then Beaker got all ruffled over having me with a camera and Spunk in his face.
Off Center & Not Even 