Whenever I can’t find Molly, it has to dawn on me that there must be thunder going on.   She’s terrified of it.

I finally found her under the couch.   There is a crawl space underneath, just barely big enough for her.    I had to MOVE the couch to get her to come out, after several mentions of “cookies” and just asking nicely.. not doing the trick.

I had to actually GO outside, walk down the stairs and into the backyard to get them to do anything valuable, like PEE.    

At least it wasn’t pouring rain at the time.

The air is so thick outside, you could cut it with a knife.    It’s just one of the many weather pleasures in Nebraska.   $10 says it’s cool in the morning and very low humidity.   Hence the tornado warnings.

retriever found a rabbit of some sort.   The other day, they both rolled and rolled in the grass.  I figured they were scratching their backs, but then the STENCH when they were done!

I didn’t even go to look.  I figured there must be something horribly rotten that they could not resist spreading all over their bodies.

Even the resultant bath did not help.   It took two days to wear off.

This is Joey.  Joey is a quaker parrot, oddly enough.   When I think of “parrots”, I always think of macaws.. you know… large birds.   But this one is quite small, about the size of a cockateil.

Joey’s been slow to learn words, but after two years, he’s acquired a few, like “Joey” (must be said in a tone that reflects the sentiment, “What terrible thing have you been doing?”) and “step up” (meaning he should be climbing up onto a person’s finger, but he ignores that part).

He also makes “tsk” sounds, gives me little beak kisses (sometimes lunges at my nose, which hurts, thank you) and chatters something unrecognizable ocassionally.

I’ve been trying to teach Joey to say, “Here, kitty kitty”, although we have no cat.   I also have tried to teach him to make a bomb explosion sound, for no apparent reason other than I saw another bird do it on t.v.     So far, no luck.