Have you been noticing an uptick of owl-related internet memes? No? Well, that's because you don't subscribe to any of Ellen's Facebook feeds. Now even the New York Times seems to be hopping on the bandwagon. Or, you know, owl perch. Something like that. No, Ellen, you can't have one.
Sometimes the one that got away got that way because it was stolen. Bald eagles seem to be making a comeback all over. Certainly our own green chicken will happily steal food if the opportunity presents itself.
The penguin which was doing-just-fine-thank-you in Tokyo bay has been recaptured. It's probably just as well. I'm sure there's a group of Asian guys somewhere out there who'd want to grind him up to help them get their wangs in shape. Seems to be the fate of most exotic animals nowadays.
Deep inside the parrot was an old soul. Tired, war-torn, weather-beaten, and fed up. So this go round it asked to be something simple. It is a common misunderstanding that souls have a sex. In previous lives, she had been a he many times, as well as a she. The universe did not differentiate on that matter; there were other, more important things to worry about. Let whatever place the soul lands, decide the differentiation. The more advanced, the less it mattered.
The soul resided in the parrot happily for a number of years. Riding on the girl’s shoulder, getting lots of attention from the neighborhood children and the occasional shower slash bath. Paco followed the girl around the house, in the yard, and often down the sidewalk. Content at last for some peace and quiet. Nothing to worry about, no important decisions to make; for once being taken care of instead of being the caregiver.
“Paco, you know I love you,” she said, stroking her head. Paco bobbed up and down frantically for a moment. The girl turned and walked out of the room. Inside, the soul let out a wail of anguish. Paco just remained perfectly still; staring at the door.
Read the rest of the story here.
A penguin which escaped from a Tokyo zoo in March has been discovered prosperous, presumably doing what penguins do best. I guess Tokyo bay is either a) cleaner than I imagined it b) larger, or c) both. I imagine they'll eventually trap the escapee eventually, but it's nice to know he's able to get by just fine.
By using a novel technique involving high-resolution satellite imagery, scientists have determined nearly twice as many emperor penguins live in the Antarctic than previously thought. Hey, can't go wrong with more penguins, ya know? As long as they don't suddenly start dancing to Prince or anything.
Hey, it beats the alternate title... penguins really can fly. I'm hoping the FAA will be cool with this. Yet another thing Osama did was suck every last bit of a sense of humor from everyone associated with air travel. Ah, well, it certainly looks like everyone was fine with it. No, Ellen, you can't have one.
The famous wild parrots of San Francisco's Telegraph Hill have spread their wings to the suburbs.
About a hundred of the green birds have been spotted on the slopes of San Bruno Mountain in Brisbane, a city about 10 miles south of San Francisco, the San Francisco Chronicle reported Tuesday.
I need to move to California.
The parrots have taken such a liking to resident Joe Sulley, he said they occasionally perch on him during visits to his back deck.
"Parrots on my head? It's fabulous," he said.
Yes... a parrot on the head is indeed fabulous!
No, I am not whistling the Arkansas fight song! Nope... not doing it.
Yes, my darling Swoozie loves her fries. Especially if they are from "The Golden Arches of Evil*."
*Yep! We treat Olivia there once a month to the arches! Hey, you only live once.
How did you get up there bird?*
*She got startled by the toaster this morning and flew around the room and ended up on the tree.
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Normally I wear a mask and eye gear when I clean cat teeth. I was in the process of cleaning up when my parrot, Swoozie decided to fly onto my shoulder to hang out. My co-worker made me re-enact the dental to get this pix.
*The birds came to work with me today because Scott was cleaning the oven.*
A BBC nature crew has finally caught "criminal" penguins red-handed. Adelie penguins, which build stone nests to keep their eggs away from spring runoff, had long been known to steal the best stones from each other but nobody'd manage to film it until now. Swoozie's cage is horrible enough. I can't imagine crawling around on ground pooped on by a quarter of a million birds.
Ah, northern Australia, where the men are men, the women are women, and the parrots are completely lit. I wonder if they're noisier when they're smashed? I'm not completely sure it's possible.
Meet the honeyguide bird, the helpful avian with murderous offspring. You'd think, with a strategy like that, the host species would simply die out. Something else is likely going on here.
When raised in same-sex groups, more than half the birds paired up together. When females were then brought into the male group, five out of eight pairs of males ignored them and stuck with their male partner.
As in their relationships with the opposite sex, they were found to be as 'attached and faithful', perching side by side, nesting together and greeting each other by nuzzling each other's beaks.
Just like Bert and Ernie.
A few humming birds up at Blanchard Springs today!
Why yes...this is so true.
About parrots in general I mean. Yeah...Muslims, I MEAN PARROTS!
A very loud SQWAKING No-Prize to Jay Tea!
The ring-necked parakeet is experiencing a population explosion, in London. Yep, same bird as that cute, "I love you" critter Ellen watches obsessively on YouTube. In certain London suburbs, they just wander around at will.
No, Ellen, you can't have one.
Well, what else have you got to look at stuck in a pen inside a pet store? I remember freaking out a group of wild dogs at a zoo with a camera tripod. They weren't as cute as this.
Mark gets an insanely cute no-prize for bringing us this short video of someone tickling a penguin. All together now, "no, Ellen, you can't have one."
I want to see this movie.
I read this book in class.
A company who's name brings spaghetti sauce to mind has produced a fully-functional autonomous robotic bird. Looking at the video, all it needs is a paint job and a tube for crap at one end to make it nearly indistinguishable from your garden variety rat with wings. Since it doesn't have a pulse, Ellen could actually have one, if she wanted.
A sixty year-old resident of Midway island has been reported alive after weathering the earthquake-induced tsunami. The catch? It's a sixty year-old albatross. The oldest known bird in the US, no less.
Everyone needs a moment of stupid cute!!
An owl apparently crocked on schnapps has been rescued by German police. I blame Dick Cheney.
Now, don't forget to check the second link to see what the parrot is actually singing!
How FUN does this movie look!
The main characters are parrots! How can you not love it. Oh wait...maybe if you have parrots you would appreciate it more!
ANY attention given to the smaller green chicken of the two, makes the larger green chicken mad.
If Monkey can fit, so can she! Well...she tried.
Monkey, our resident Parrotlet, decided that landing on Scott's head was pretty cool! So cool he did it to Olivia and me as well.
Nothing quite like watching Ellen trying to talk the 32oz bird out of the 8oz bird's cage so everyone can go to bed. "MAH BED TONIGHT! MAH BED! NOT HIZ!"
Ah, binky ball to the rescue!!!
And now, we get the butterfly net out to capture "HIZ" to put him in "HIZ" bed.
Cockatoos are known for this sort of thing. That's a pretty aggressive wing clip there, too.
Monkey will behave for anyone in exchange for a shower!
I have a photo of her nom-nomming on a chip. I will have to develop that one later.
Our new babies, Banana Split and Chunky Monkey. Both are Pacific Parrotlets and are a mated pair.
Many thanks to DJ Feathers for the gift!
If this article is to be believed, there actually is something that's a bigger PITA than fostering pre-weaned kittens. And like pre-weaned kittens, I doubt there would be much to stop Ellen from fostering hummingbirds, if she found an opportunity. Which is why she won't. Understand?
Swoozie takes french fries very seriously, and does not appreciate being offered "substitute" apple fries. AS IF!
Tool use: it's not just for humans, you know. If he had an ink pot, I would not be at all surprised if he started writing with it.
By using a murder of garden variety crows and behavior techniques more normally used observing primates, a group of scientists seems to have proven that birds... well, crows anyway, show empathy to their friends. That sound you're hearing is thousands of parrot owners shouting, "DUH!"
I'll forgive you for not hearing it over the squawking.
And now, a crow taking down an RC airplane. In other news, electronics have gotten so small and efficient it's possible to mount video cameras on simple, small RC airplanes.
It seems that something is getting a species of Australian parrot so lit it takes them four weeks to recover. That's one helluva hangover there, folks. That sound is Ellen's head exploding. She does that every time she realizes that, in Australia, parrots are so common they literally can be picked up off the ground.
Birdie flown the coop? Try setting out red wine and potato chips. No, really! Bonus: I'm pretty sure that's a Pionus. In our case, it'd be potato chips and french fries.
Scientists have found more evidence that birds use the Earth's magnetic field to navigate. The bonus this time is it seems the mechanism uses a phenomena known as "quantum entanglement" which ultimately allows the birds to actually see the magnetic lines.
Never ever bring a parrot that is “addicted” to McDonald’s French Fries through their drive through.
Look at my ear.
No really, look at my ear. What do you see? Well, ok, you don't see anything, you're reading, so I'll tell you: a freaking puncture! Who needs to go to a local piercer for professional work when all they have to do is borrow Swoozie, drive through McDonald’s, and ask for French fries? We'd long known that you cannot mention the "double-f word" without some sort of hostility or excitement from the parrot.
I was taught a higher level of that today in the McDonald’s drive through.
“I’ll have a four piece chicken nugget happy meal with apple dippers and chocolate milk!” I shout into the kiosk.
“Yes, I need one plain hamburger and a small French fry.”
The pain is sudden and startling.
“That will be $5.53, drive through.”
At this point I want to snap this green chicken's neck. “Dammit! You f’ing bird! No biting! I said NO!!”
“Oh Mommy! Your ear is all red! Are you bleeding!?”
Runs fingers around ears. “No, no blood! You F*%ng bird! No biting! I said NO!”
There is no such word NO. Not when it comes to the “Golden Arches”. To a certain Pionus Parrot in our house, the “Golden Arches” = heaven. Golden, crunchy, salty heaven. The excitement is too much to hold in! One cannot “wait” for the fries to be within reach, and if the word is spoken, all hell breaks loose.
On my shoulder.
And my ear.
Driving up to pay for our meal with a parrot shouting “BABY BIRD!” over and over again while you hand over your debit card can be embarrassing. Not for me, but for the teller. The shit they have to deal with on a daily basis, then this?
“Err… can I get the girl's toy’?
Apparently our McD’s ladies are not so smart... again. Please note, I have a girl in my car. She wants a Happy Meal with a ‘girl's toy’, not a BOY'S toy. I know you really can’t speak English, but please, I hope you can distinguish a boy from a girl. That’s where all of my taxes are going to, for you people to have kids and be illegal at the same time.
So now not only do I have a parrot screeching about French Fries “FRENCH FRY! FRENCH FRY! FRENCH FRY! BABY BIRD! BABY BIRD! WHERE'S OLIVIA WHERE'S OLIVIA! FRENCH FRY!”, I have a 6 year old crying that the ‘toy’ she got was from the "old" toy collection 3 weeks ago. *Bangs head on dashboard*
Moments after leaving I did a stupid thing. I handed Olivia the bag of food.
Not smart. Possibly the dumbest thing I did all day.
NEVER pass fries over the bird.
Swoozie is a French fry connoisseur. She can distinguish homemade in the deep fryer fries to these bad boys any day. She can tell what fast food place they have been, how old they are etc.. NOTHING compares to McD’s. NOTHING.
Passing the food bag to Olivia demonstrated this.
The next thing Olivia and I remember is a shower of French Fries and a ‘very’ proud bird nomming on a ‘super fry’. The French Fry among French Fries. The biggest one in the bag.
“Mommy! *Olivia laughing*,"Swoozie stole your fries!"
Yes…yes, you damn bird ,you did.
Burger King? bleh. Wendy’s? Sucks. Golden Arches? Let the angels sing!
Or, you know, parrots squawk.
Scientists have discovered a specific species of crow is even smarter than previously thought. Swoozie has a this big giant hairless ape to do her bidding, so she doesn't really need to be all that clever, which is fortunate.
Birds, like cats, have an undeserved reputation for elegance.
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Turns out San Francisco's Telegraph Hill isn't the only place hosting a colony of wild parrots. Quaker parrots in Brooklyn makes us visiting the place much more likely this spring or summer, I'm thinking.
The only thing I have a problem with is the basic view. I thought he was in San Francisco until I saw the monument. While dramatic and fun, that view doesn't exist.
A VERY tweet NO-PRIZE to Joshua for bringing us this.
The image that came in an unlikely form of a bird dropping appeared on Sunday.
Don't forget to watch your parrot for a stigmata!
Personally, I think the second picture of this brief gallery is the "win" shot. Then again, I obsess around and plot out airshow pictures 364 days a year, 365 on leap year. I guess you'd call it, "expected."
Yesterday at around 7 a.m., Morgan Pitts, a 36-year-old propmaster who works out of Silvercup Studios in Queens, had an Encounter With Nature. While on a routine coffee run near his Greenpoint home, he heroically and rather nonchalantly saved a baby falcon from a dangerous urban environment...
That sound you here is Ellen and Amber "squee!!"-ing several hundred miles apart at the same time.
That sound you heard was Ellen's head exploding with candy. Amber's too, most likely.
Note: video is safe for work, but the site itself seems marginally NSFW. Watch it at home.
A snoring duckling! How cute!!
Good thing it's extinct!
How cool is this though? Colors?
In a unprecedented discovery, Nicolas Rawlence of the University of Adelaide and a team of researchers found they could extract DNA from the feathers' shafts, and use the genetic material to prove the feathers belonged to four species of the flightless Moa, including the Heavy-footed Moa Pachyornis elephantopus.
With pix goodness!
The nestlings were among 13 survivors of a group of 53 baby birds confiscated from a 15-year-old Longmont boy’s bedroom on June 16 and taken to the Greenwood Wildlife Rehabilitation Center, where they are now recuperating and growing.
Sgt. Dave Orr of the Longmont Police Department said the boy’s mother called animal control when she learned of the baby birds the boy had brought to his home on the 1800 block of Meadow Street.
Another messed up kid.
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What, does no one in behavioral sciences own a parrot? Cockatoo owners in particular are always advised to keep bits of wire away from their birds, not just because it could injure the bird, but also because the little feathered monsters will build lock picks out of them.
While Swoozie is certainly no rocket-scientist bird, I can say she picks up on tricks faster than any other critter we've ever owned.
Jeff gets a no-prize that'll squawk as the sun goes down for bringing us yet another example of science telling bird owners what they've already known for years.
I guess Asian song birds must not make as much noise as parrots. If you tried to strap Swoozie to your leg it'd sound like you had a car alarm taped to your ankle.
I KNOW I don't have make-up on or that my hair is done. GAH!
From the "you don't get out much, do you?" file we have the discovery that parrots dance to music. The "discovery," which just about any parrot lover in the past, I don't know, three thousand years or so could've told these guys about, may lead to insights into how consciousness works.
Swoozie's not much into dancing now that she has her space collar on. She mostly walks over, looks balefully at you, then thuds the collar down on the ground. She'll stay in that position until someone acknowledges she is in fact a very poor birdie who has been done wrong. Which is usually Ellen, who is having some serious mom-burd issues over this whole thing.
Swoozie has a bubble collar on for a while. Why? She wants to go to the moon!
In all seriousness between the giggles, Swoozie won't leave a few feathers alone and this is the last resort.
When the village store was gutted in a mystery fire, its owner Paul Sheriff was understandably less than chirpy.
But his shock turned to amazement when, after weeks of extensive investigations, his insurance company finally traced the cause of the fire - to a sparrow with rather an unusual taste in nest-building, not to mention a laissez-faire attitude to the perils of smoking.
We have the opposite problem with Swoozie, who merrily pitches everything not firmly attached over the side of her cage first chance she gets.
A DC-area parrot rescue has just doubled their flock population and could use a few bucks to help (right side of page). Donate today! The window-shattering-squawk-volume feathered dinosaur wannabe you help could one day be your own!
Except you, Ellen. You can't have one.
The Pionus strut= "IdontlikeyouwhatisthatthingthatismakingthathorriblenoiseIKILLYOU!" walk.
Or to politely put it, Scott was vacuuming.
Swoozie came home from boarding today, and so Ellen was giving her the run of the house. Her "perch West" location is the
turtle's tortoise's cage in the kitchen, which is actually a large metal dog crate. It has perfect parrot-sized bars, and from birdie's perspective is little more than a square jungle gym. The "get off my lawn!" expressions Om gives her when she climbs down to sample whatever's in his food bowl are something to see.
At any rate, Ellen was puttering around in the kitchen with Olivia when I came around the corner.
Me: "Where's the bird?"
Ellen: "Behind me... rrrmm..."
Olivia, loudly: "MommyWeWentToChuckiesLookWhatIGot"--skwmph--"Isn'tItCool"--skwmph--"Purple'sMyFavoriteColor..."
Ellen: "Olivia, do you know where the"--skwmph--"birdie went?"
Me, peering down the stairs: "I don't see her, but I"--skwmph--"hear something"--skwmph--
Everyone quieted down, and sure enough, we heard, muffled, softly and rather calmly, "--skwmph--" pause "--skwmph--"
Which lead to Ellen opening the pantry: "Swoozie! What are you doing in there? I could've squished you!"
Swoozie, now unmuffled, and literally unruffled, quite calmly: "Squawk... squawk..."
Whereupon she tip-tap tip-tapped her way back to the cage, triumphantly carrying her quarry, a soda straw. She quickly climbed back up and repositioned the straw for disassembly. She then paused when she realized we were all staring, and gave us all a perfect "what?!?" expression.
When they said Pionus are laid back parrots they weren't kidding. The tone was nothing more or less than, "umm... excuse me? Parrot inside. Not meaning to trouble you, but..."
Welcome home, birdie!
Mark gets a very clever no-prize for bringing us this demonstration of just how smart a crow can be. As I understand it, parrots and crows are considered the two smartest groups of birds, with brain-to-body mass ratios similar to higher primates. Interestingly, their brain structure is very different, with small cerebral cortexes but large "medio-rostral neostriatum/hyperstriatum ventrale" areas.
In other words, birdies is smart!
Pionus are known to be "Perch Potatoes". Ours... well, is a perch potato. BUT, if birdy wants to be on the couch, birdy's got to wear her dress. No bird poop on the couch. The cats throw up on it enough!
MANY thanks to Lisa from 'Down Under' for an "Australian Christmas Wreath."
Don't worry, the parrot likes turkey.
Swoozie demonstrating the ease of being stuffed into a flight suit.
DENVER (CBS4) ― A babysitter's parrot is being credited with helping save the life of a 2-year-old girl who was choking Friday at a Denver area home while the sitter was in the bathroom.
A story about a parrot? A parrot saving a child other than just pooping? AWESOME!
*Many thanks to Jay Tea!*
An Ionic blow dryer no less!
NOT TO MISS! I laughed my ass off.
It's not every day that you get to see skateboarding budgies!
Ok...for you non-bird people. A budgie is also known as a parakeet. All budgies are parakeets, but all parakeets are not budgies. Confused yet?
I was bad. I broke a blood feather in the shower.
Mum bird told me that it looked like a scene in a movie called “Psycho”.
I did not like that she snipped off the broken part and held pressure on it. Now I KNOW I have to see the Dr tomorrow. She made an appointment anyway for my year visit. Now I have a REASON to go.
I am most upset at Mum bird.
Right now I do not like Mum bird.
I had a short shower.
I’m not going to speak to Mum bird.
Wait… she has a treat.
I love Mum bird.
I'm not sure what Swoozie would make of a fish tank in her cage. It seems like it'd be a bear to do a water change on the tank.
Today is her actual hatch day! Have a beer Swoozie!
Especially made for Amber upon request!
One of Swoozie's most favorite snacks!
Olivia said Swoozie was 'picking a wedgie' when we took this picture.
One of the new toys Olivia picked out for Swoozie.
We dropped Swoozie off to DJ Feathers today for her vacation stay at the Tiki Bar. If you look closely, she is in the middle cage on the left side of the bar closest to the doorway in the back.
Scott created a monster. He found her in the pantry ONCE. Now every time he is in the kitchen, she has to fly over and bat her birdy eyes at him to open the pantry door.
This is what happens when you try to remove her from it.
Leave it to a small English town to generate a story about a parrot "terrorizing" a neighborhood. Praising quirkiness for its own sake is a famous English past time, but there have to be limits somewhere. Do you know how much one of those things costs?!?
A very loud squwak No-Prize to Annie for bringing us this!
Swoozie... yeah not that smart yet.
Anyone who can take care of (what looks to be) 20 macaws can't be all bad:
Once she was the world's richest vice queen, earning ten million dollars. She bedded Hollywood legends like Jack Nicholson and Marlon Brando.
But now the only men's pants Heidi Fleiss sees flying round are the ones in the machines of her LAUNDERETTE in a remote desert town.
Today Heidi—who lost her fortune after being busted and jailed in 1997—lives in a trailer she shares with twenty parrots she took in when a pet shop closed down.
A little, well ok a lot, crazy maybe, but not bad. As long as you're happy, there's not a damned thing wrong with living in a trailer and taking care of a laundromat. There are other ways to be mighty after a fall.
Annie came over on Sunday and brought over a mouse shaped LASER TOY! What did we all do...showed it to Swoozie!
Look for the red dot! It had to die. Much success was had!
Behold the manic intensity that is a parrot at play. Swoozie gets this wacky over some of the toys in her cage, but since she's a pionus she's not as loud. Which is a good thing.
The deserts of western China have done it again, this time producing an extraordinary, and extraordinarily old, bird fossil. Every once in awhile Swoozie definitely puts on airs, looking at us like "my kind was soaring around dinosaurs when yours barely knew how to dig a hole." Of course, then she stumbles, falls off her perch, and bounces like a tennis ball when she hits the floor eight inches below, so we don't take her all that seriously.
Scientists may have finally discovered the mechanism that allows birds to navigate using the Earth's magnetic field. Swoozy definitely knows how to get from the perch to the food bowl and back. So far, we've never tested if she could figure out going any farther.
It would seem baby birds babble just as much as baby humans. Swoozie had a couple of distinctive calls when she was really little, now gone. We're still trying to teach her R2D2 whistles.
What? You thought we were just acting nerdy?
Taken with Scott's new Nikon VR 55-200.
Swoozie is going through her first molt and is very itchy right now. After O's bath every night, Olivia and I give Swoozie her own shower. We even bought a new shower head to bathe her more easily.
Swoozie decided to take a dunk in her water bowl today.
African Gray: 1, False Leg: 0. If ours is any indication, toys which can be destroyed are the best toys of all. Anything which can be destroyed is therefore a toy. No wonder they're such happy birds.
Swoozie kept asking Olivia for head scritches, but O would not have anything to do with it, so I stepped in.
Olivia would not let me take a pix of her and her bologna sandwich, so Scott took pixes of Swoozie making a mess with pizza crust.
We are dorks, what do you want from us?
Yes, after spending dozens of $'s on toys, she likes the free ones the best.
Swoozie is finally getting whistling in her routine as well as chirps!
Swoozie got captioned by another member of a bird forum I am on.
We told you she luuuurrvvsss the shower!
Fortunately, Pionus do not have a reputation for being escape artists. Note the padlock in the upper-left corner of the screen.
I finally got Swoozie's BOING up! She is in love.
Swoozie finally has the 'kiss' command down pat!
Swoozie tested and approved.
Oh Nos! It's a wet bird!
Shake it out Swoozie!
Ahhh....blowdryer...we luvvvss the blowdryer...
Fresh and clean!
Swoozie wears a special flight suit now. She is guaranteed to crap on you when you hold her. The diaper works really well and after 10 minutes of wearing it, she was OK with it.
Bonding. Yes, bonding. Even if it includes munching on the weekly church offering envelope.
AMCG's new member is home! Acting indignant and barking her displeasure at us already!
Swoozie is in the front. Her leg band is on her right foot. Her sister was banded on the left.
Those of you who've wondered what Ellen's bird sounds like? Wonder no more! The funny thing is, in the bird world, Pionus are considered the "surfer dudes" of the parrot world.
One must only hope that, in our case, the dude abides.
Hopefully she will be home with us for Xmas!
Big difference since September huh!?!
Scott and I went and saw Swoozie for our weekly visit today! Apparently her brother's new parent is coming all the way from West VA to finally come see him.
Yes, Virginia, they really can be this manic. I'm pretty sure that's the kind we're going to get, but they all look pretty much the same to me, so what do I know? Dance birdie, dance!
A family was saved from a fire by its parrot, which imitated the fire alarm so convincingly they woke up and escaped. From the little I understand of parrots, it's not that the thing was trying to help its owners, it was simply trying to yell down a rival that was burning down its house. The fact that it was able to do so speaks volumes about a parrot's ability to blow the windows out when the mood strikes. Whee!
This comes this week for set up. We are going to start to move furniture around.
Pink's photo for Halloween from the breeder.
It's official! Pinkie Pi is a girl! We have been waiting for a permanent name until we got the DNA results.
A bit on how we chose the name of our bird.
The "Swoose" is the oldest B-17 Flying Fortress in existence. It is also the only known U.S. military airplane to have flown a combat mission on the first day of the US entry into World War II and to remain in continuous military flying service throughout the conflict.
The aircraft is in storage at the National Air and Space Museum’s Paul E. Garber Preservation, Restoration, and Storage Facility at Silver Hill, Maryland.
This was the first "Swoose" flown by Frank Kurtz, and is the inspiration for his daughter's name, Swoozie Kurtz - the actress
Why did I pick the name? Well, Scott's a font of all sorts of useless trivia (shocking, I know), and the real Swoozie is on Pushing Daisies, our favorite new series. It was impossible to stop him from telling me the story, and the name caught my fancy. We've got one other pet named after an airplane ("Wobbly" is Goblin's "silent" first name), so why not? At least this one's supposed to fly!
And it's our parrot. We'll name it what we want!
[Why yes, we do both have Nerd merit badges, with oak leaf clusters no less. And thank you for noticing!-- Scott]
I had the pleasure of getting to visit Pinkie Pi again today. I had the day off. Amongst running errands, I had to fit a visit in! I was told we should have DNA results any day now to see what sex it is.
I got to see our parrot today for the fist time! TOO CUTE!
AMCGLTD has been 'egg-specting' now for a few weeks. We finally got pixes of the babies for us to choose from! Hopefully we will have a visit this weekend with more photos and a choice on our baby!
Hatchdates are 9-12 and 9-16 so they are 3 weeks old now. They should be weaned in about 11 weeks which is mid-December.
Ignore the bird poo! Ours is going to learn to wear a 'flight suite', aka-bird diaper.