Well, another cockatiel is loose in the trees of Fort Doberdale. I heard him first thing yesterday evening when I got home from work. I stuck my finger out and whistled, but he was having too much fun singing in the tree to come down. This morning, I heard him again, and saw that he moved over one tree, and was still singing away. The blue jay nearby was having issues with him and trying to peck him out of that tree, but he stood his ground. I think the jay has a nest in the tree the tiel previously laid claim to. I hear a lot of peeping baby birds up there.

I just pulled a cage that a friend gave me to catch a cocatiel last year off a table and stuck it on a chair in front of a plant I’m trying to protect from the Fort Doberdale peesers. You know the table it came from? It now has a nifty new trinket named Sam on it.

Well, this morning, I put the cage back on another table, and aimed its opening right at the tree the tiel was now in. Being I had just recently fed the Fort Doberdale doves the food donated to catch last year’s tiel, I now have to find some new bird food to put in that cage, which has been basically inhabited by lizards all these months.

Oh well. I don’t have any luck with catching these cockatiels, and maybe if I do catch him I’ll have no place to send him? Huh? Where will he go? Huh? I think birds belong flying in the sky anyway. My concern with pet birds, though, is they aren’t savvy as to surviving in the wilds. Geesh. And boy, is he noisy! People think the local parrots are loud. Uh uh. This tiel just sings and sings and it’s just nonstop loud bird singing times around here. Yes, it is.

Helen