I am one happy crow. My mother is finally starting to understand me when I speak. Today is a great example – she noticed my drinking cup was a little bit low, and she threw the old water out, washed the cup, and put in nice fresh water. For all of her flaws, and there are SO many, she is very good about making sure the Bird has plenty of fresh food and drink.
However, it has been awhile since she has taken me out onto my balcony, where my jacuzzi-bowl is in my large black, Nouvelle French dressing room. She says it has been too cold, I keep saying I am a Bird, and we live in the cold. Her counter argument is that I am now, after 8 years, an indoor bird, and I would catch a cold.
Puh-leeze. I am a crow, we are invincible.
So, when she brought my little cup of fresh water, I dunked my head in it, loud. It startled her enough to realize that I was willing to take a bath in a cup, I do not like being dirty, and I was feeling icky.
She caved. I was taken outside to my beautiful big bowl, where I proceeded to take the longest, splashiest bath ever, and she had to keep coming out and filling the jacuzzi-bowl. I love it when she is my slave-girl. I should make her wear the Princess Leia slave outfit. The Bird thinks that would be appropriate. I will bring it up at our next Homeowners Meeting.
So, now I am glossy and clean and gorgeous, and below I would like to share with you a few photos of my room, my three story condo, and my books.
Leaping from the top floor to the main room
Have I mentioned that my condo has been appraised at over $100,000? You heard right.
Is this bulb out again? Grr, these antique lamps. Someone find the father.
Now that I am clean and relaxed, I am going to begin my next book review. Everybody over on the review page is asking what is next, but I refuse to give a teaser. You will just have to wait until tomorrow. The Bird is Busy, and can only do so much, you know.
Caw!
Bobby Out!
Hehe. Bobby knows who rules the roost.
Hello Jonolan, and welcome.
You seem, from your avatar, to be part Crow! You must be, as only another Crow could understand what is going on over here. I let the humans think they are in charge, and that they are ‘parents’, but we know the truth, don’t we?
The Bird has a Comrade. A good thing. I may enlist your help when I cannot get a basic fact through the mother’s skull. She is well meaning, but a bit dim, sometimes.
Thank you for dropping by.
Caw!
Bobby Out!