My birds are funny. There's some weird sort of power struggle between them.

They're trying to dominate each other...

Parapeet, the male bird, was the king of the birds in the house when he first arrived, mainly because he was the only one.

Then, Ang arrived; the little yellow ball of fluff and spunk. (no, not that kind of spunk)

Parapeet tried to dominate her. He chased her around, and tried to make it known that he was the big pimp daddy parakeet in the house, and Ang put up with it.

One night, Ang got sick of it. She yelled at him, and made him her bitch. Right now, they're running around on the top of her cage, and flying around over my head.

nice little breeze there though.

Older Stuff:
i'm a chargin mah laz0rz. - September 30, 2008
the summertime blues - June 21, 2008
my life so far - March 22, 2008
empty pockets - February 19, 2008
speech pattern changes - March 12, 2007

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