Budgie blog

Endgame

2005-02-28T01:42:00.000-08:00

The purpose of this blog, sadly ceases to exist.

The world and it's ways

2005-01-11T06:51:00.000-08:00

Though the sun rises likewise every morning, each day is different in it's nuances and how life colors the paint book of our lives each day. Just the other day in the evening after the sun had burned himself out for the day and was finding himself a quiet corner to rest his old bones, i was so deeply mournful after contemplating some deeper questions, questions which never have satisfactory answers (or at least the answers you want) i turned to Bubu and asked softly "Bubu, do you think the Sun, Moon and the stars would remain the way they are even if i was not around to feel their presence and did not exist?"

Bubu, who is usually unaccustomed to playing the existentialist philosopher turned towards me and looked in my direction. I tensed to hear the answer, even though i knew there were possibly only two outcomes. She looked at me condescendingly and continued eating her food as though ridiculing my question and the vanity which is implied in all subjectivism.

"Of course, Bubu, how right you are. I must have lost myself for a moment there to think otherwise..." and mournfully continued to brood the rest of the evening as she continued to eat food apace mocking my words and their implication. I scrubbed myself of all doubt painfully the whole evening. Hmm... this bird knows her stuff. Though she's scatter brained, her silence does speak tomes once in a while.

The inexorable march of Winter

2005-01-11T06:33:00.000-08:00

When the army of winter prepares it's seasonal marches across lands, conquering everything in it's path, it passes by where i live. The ruthless winter does not sack my town for the inhabitants hastily accept the foreign armies and offer tributes to avoid plunder and pillage. But the march of this army does have some effects, in the way of a slight chill in the mornings.

Alas, little Bubu finds it cold now, she's always looking fluffy in the mornings. Gone are her declarative (though i've no idea what she's trying to tell) squaks which woke me up at dawn, she remains quiet till well after Helios has blessed us with his radiative warmth. Despite the warm sun Bubu emits a low protesting tweet at the ruthless chill which has snatched the warm mornings from us all. Then she seeks refuge in the warm plumage she has been given. She's resigned herself to it though, with a silent stoicism. This is one resilient bird. To think i almost lost her once. The way she fought back left her one admirer even the seasons cannot snatch away, Me.

The queen of the rolled carpet

2004-12-23T07:39:00.000-08:00

Helen of troy

2004-12-23T07:26:00.000-08:00

My very own...

An amorphous bird

2004-12-23T07:16:00.000-08:00

I have seen many budgies now, some are quite intelligent (which is a relative term of course) and some are quite dumb. The smart ones have a personality and have clear likes and dislikes. They explore their surroundings and try to tamper with the external enviroment, a trait i thought only man possessed. This bird is quite a different story. Her thoughts and actions are amorphous, she lacks purpose and amongst the budgies, she's the scatterbrained variety. She fears anything which moves, her aims are to eat well and find a warm corner for herself. Like her personality, her fears are quite amorphous, as when the object of her fear proves him/herself to be friendly, her level of alarm is not ameliorated. I wish she could understand she needs to be a lot sharper than herself. I wish i could. I really don't know where to start.

I just love this bird

2004-12-23T06:44:00.000-08:00

I don't know what makes this bird so endearing. Clearly, she is antisocial and is scared of humans. Try to touch her and she begins squaking. She will never be tamed i know. Yet somehow, she has her own safe universe which i have created for her. And that makes her special.

More budgie pictures

2004-09-07T22:24:00.000-07:00

Here are some more pictures of our birds

Bubu the dimwit

2004-08-31T08:27:00.000-07:00

This page is dedicated to a particularly silly but adorable budgie called Bubu the dimwit. She is white in color, with lovely blue streaks and round black eyes which seem large for her slender frame.

The first day she came into my life, i was unprepared for her loud panicky squawks as I introduced myself to her. She had scant hair on her head and was emaciated. I surmised she was a baby and would grow up into a gorgeous princess who would find suitors from far and wide when she would grow up.

As days went by and i got to know her better, her passion for gorging huge quantities of food (which did not augment her puny size) became apparent. She blissfully ignored everyone and I failed to train her to be friendly to humans.

Soon, a transformation began to happen and she became a beauty in her own right, her fur became white and began to glow, the blue streaks on her cheeks began to appear clearer. Even though budgie princes from far away lands did not line up on our doorstep, I fell in love with this awkward and stupid bird who just refused to learn.

Her partner "Budgie boy" was a renowned rascal and narcissist. He would peer into the mirror and chirp sweet nothings at his mirror image for hours, often beginning early in the morning at sunrise and was a prim and proper bird who would bathe everyday himself and preen his feathers. In fact, here is a picture of his lordship gazing at his visage ..

One day when administering Ivermectin, which is a strong anti mite medicine Bubu almost died at my hands. I came home to find her almost blind and paralyzed. She could hardly stand on her tiny pink feet and was completely devoid of sight. Despite all care in administering the right dosage, this bird's small body reacted badly to this rather strong medicine. In deep guilt I spent the whole night in the other bedroom checking up on her every hour. She seemed so droopy as shown in the picture below. I realized just how much I came to love her and how even the best intentions go badly wrong sometimes.

Showing spunk and regenerative abilities which would put even behemoth beasts to shame, in a day's time she was back to her silly pranks and nervous flutter. If you look carefully at my palm in the picture below, you will find written the name of a possible antidote to Ivermectin poisoning! Boy, what a tale! Little Bubu completely recovered and is the leader of the pack of budgies back home.