|Shakira and Vinnie|
Vinnie just raised her beak from the hibiscus and spat a chunk of bark mulch a third her size onto the floor. She's digging holes again. All day long she's either digging up the dirt in the greenhouse pots or shredding the inside of the pretty little white bird house we bought her some weeks ago. There is a strange ecstasy lighting her beady eyes as she works.
Sometimes she naps and you think she is dead, but no she is resting. Soon she will begin again.
Vinnie is our female parakeet. Shakira is her mate. Shakira's day flaps between cheering Vinnie's deconstructions, trying to lure her out of the birdhouse, and attempting to consummate their relationship.
This is all a very loud and messy business; and very unlike my previous bird experience minding Omega and Alex, also known as the Hartke-Webbirds, last summer. Omega and Alex spent their days in a large and airy cage. Vinnie and Shakira roam the greenhouse.
I assumed this would be charming. Instead, another whim has gone awry.
The Coming of the Birds began last December.